If you’ve ever been swept away by a story where love fights to survive, where a heroine refuses to give in, and where the past feels achingly close to your heart — then this space is for you. Join 600+ readers who believe that courage isn’t just in grand gestures but in the quiet choices we make every day. Every week, I send you a letter — a moment of connection between us. Inside, you’ll find glimpses behind my stories, the real-life history that sparks them, and sometimes little pieces of my own journey as a writer and a woman. I’ll share updates on my books, sneak peeks, special promotions, and the occasional short story — just for you. Some weeks, it’s a recipe or a reflection — a little something I’d love to share with you, just as I would with a friend. These letters aren’t just updates — they’re a place where we can meet across the miles and share a love of stories, of courage, of passion, of truth. If you’re here for the history, stay for the heart. I’d be so honoured to have you join me.
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Dear Reader, Do you ever have a week where everything feels quiet on the outside—but underneath, things are shifting? That’s been me. I’ve been editing Venom’s Kiss late into the night, finding those final lines that land like a dagger, and rediscovering scenes that remind me why I started this book in the first place. And it made me think—what about the moment before the story begins? This week, I’m sharing a brand new flash fiction piece: a tiny prequel to Venom’s Kiss, set just before the novel begins. It’s short, intense, and full of the quiet danger that defines Isolde’s world. It was originally part of the prologue which is now deleted. I hope you enjoy it. Here’s what I’m sharing with you this week: So grab a cuppa and settle in—we’ve got a lot to catch up on. ✨ The First CutFlash fiction from the world of Venom’s Kiss London, 1490. Six months a widow, I had crossed the Narrow Sea to seek the truth about my father's death. The whispers in France had been too persistent to ignore. Lady Margaret Beaufort held the keys to every locked door in England. I had come to ask her to open one. The room was colder than I expected. Stone walls, whitewashed and bare, gave off no warmth. A single candle burned low on the table, casting shadows that stretched and twitched like nerves. I stood just inside the threshold, gloves still on, spine straight. The servant had said Lady Margaret would join me shortly. But “shortly” in courtly terms could mean anything. A test of nerves, or loyalty. I didn’t sit. I studied the chamber: the crucifix above the bed, the velvet cushion worn at the knees, the Latin books in tidy rows. Not a single item out of place. Nothing for comfort. Everything for control. My hands trembled slightly—but only I would know. Too late to turn back. I had sent the letter. I had crossed the threshold. The footsteps came without warning—measured, sure. I had been told to kneel when she entered. I didn’t... 📚 Still time to grab free historical reads! 👉 Click here to browse the free reads 💌 Until next time… With all my thanks, 📱 Come Say Hello on Instagram or Facebook I've revamped my social media (starting with Instagram and Facebook) and will be sharing various daily topics like monthly quizzes, weekly historical facts, behind-the-scenes peeks at my books, and Fun Friday posts to start your weekend with a smile. If you’re on Instagram or Facebook, I’d love to connect with you there! 👉 Follow me on Instagram 🧡 Support an Author I’m still working a day job I’d love to leave behind someday. And some days (like tomorrow), just showing up takes everything I’ve got. Every download, every kind word, every little bit of support helps me get one step closer to writing full-time. So if you enjoy what I create, here are a few ways to help—: Thank you for walking this road with me. I’m so grateful you’re here. 🤍 |
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If you’ve ever been swept away by a story where love fights to survive, where a heroine refuses to give in, and where the past feels achingly close to your heart — then this space is for you. Join 600+ readers who believe that courage isn’t just in grand gestures but in the quiet choices we make every day. Every week, I send you a letter — a moment of connection between us. Inside, you’ll find glimpses behind my stories, the real-life history that sparks them, and sometimes little pieces of my own journey as a writer and a woman. I’ll share updates on my books, sneak peeks, special promotions, and the occasional short story — just for you. Some weeks, it’s a recipe or a reflection — a little something I’d love to share with you, just as I would with a friend. These letters aren’t just updates — they’re a place where we can meet across the miles and share a love of stories, of courage, of passion, of truth. If you’re here for the history, stay for the heart. I’d be so honoured to have you join me.
Dear Reader, The book is finished now and has gone out to my advance readers. I always find this part a little frightening. I have lived with this story for months. It was never meant to be more than a single book, and now it has become something much larger. Letting it go, even in stages, is not as easy as I pretend it is. The Kingmaker’s Spy launches in three weeks. And before that happens, there is something I want to tell you: I keep coming back to a detail most people forget. Not the...
Dear Reader, December has arrived. And in medieval England, this month wasn't festive. It was fatal. If you survived December, Christmas wasn't simply a celebration, it was relief, gratitude, and survival wrapped in evergreen boughs. This month, I'm taking you back there. Free Historical Fiction for Your December Evenings I've joined a collection of fellow historical fiction authors offering free reads this month: ancient worlds, medieval courts, Regency romance, Wild West adventures, and...
Dear Reader, Thank you again for voting! The next Historical Tinder Profile will feature Richard III, England’s last Plantagenet king. His profile is ready, and I’ll be sharing it later this week. But before we get to the swiping, let’s explore a few fascinating details about Richard himself. 📜 His motto: “Loyaulte me lie” Translated as “Loyalty binds me,” this was Richard’s personal motto. It suggests a man who valued faithfulness above all else. Yet history has painted him as one of...