I wanted to say thank you for joining the Snog for Sommer event last month. 69 authors were involved in an internet snogathon . . . all of us posting our favorite snog scene from one of our books. You can read mind at the link above . . . a very sexy scene from my latest book, Shape of My Heart.
This event was held to help receive donations on behalf of the lovely author, Sommer Marsden, whose husband was recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
At the end of the event, the organizers were proud to have gifted over £1500 to the Marsden family (figures increased from what's posted on the Smut for Good site). So thank you to everyone who donated, and thanks for reading our snog scenes. We hope you enjoyed them.
You can continue supporting the Marsden family by buying Sommer's books here.
★ On the note of books, my Irish Pride trilogy is still on sale. Grab each book for just 99c/77p while the sale is going.
And keep your eyes open for my next book, One Night in Dublin, out 27 February as part of the City Nights series from Tirgearr Publishing.
Here's a little excerpt --
We all make them. From the moment we wake up, it's: “do I get out of bed now or hit the snooze button . . . again,” “shall I wear this outfit to work or that one,” “tea and toast or grab something on the way?”
It's all mundane bullshit. They’re all choices we make on the fly without even realizing we're making them.
Think about it. What choices do you make when you’re not thinking about them. Like going home from work. You get on the train, find a seat and wait for your stop. But when you get there, you wonder how the hell you got there because you don’t remember making the journey.
What I’m trying to say is that we often go on auto-pilot and just do what needs doing without any real thought, because there are usually more pressing things to think about—the important things. Or seemingly so. Like, what movie to see, what restaurant to eat in, where to go on holidays . . . and for some girls, this pair of sensible shoes on sale or another pair not on sale but are immensely sexier?
For me, today, my choices aren't so mundane, and they’ll require a lot of conscious thought. I have an important choice to make. One that could change my life forever, pardon the cliché.
They—whoever 'they' are—say there is someone for everyone, that we all have a 'type' of person we're attracted to. I'm still figuring it all out . . . exploring to see what is my type . . . that someone just for me. And it doesn’t help that my mum’s voice is in the back of my head, asking . . . ie nagging (yes, I just said ie) . . . when I’m going to settle down and give her grandkids.
First, let me say this: I'm not a slut. I'm not loose, I don't carelessly sleep around, and I don't do one night stands. I just love men and all of their vast differences.
What can I say about my boys that every other woman out there doesn’t already know about men? Charmers, every one of them. But they all give me something I need.
Tonight I need to decide what, or who, I need the most—Fitzy, Moss, or Sully.
Sounds like fun, doesn't it?!
I hope you'll join me on the next path my writing is taking me, even if it's only for One Night in Dublin! ;-)
Thanks for stopping by! ☮