white dovesWhit Sunday 2015

Here are the sounds that wake me up

And make my spirit sing the praises

Of this lavish day in May.

For once the shadows free the sun

With sky-high blue and endless space

To spell the makings of this day.


Far-off the greeting of a dog

A gentle barking, yes I’m here

The white dove couple so in love

Pay court high in the cherry tree

Children’s voices full of play

Cut through the merry breeze of May

The world alight, the world at peace

For once, this fragile hour in time.


I hear the silence in the sound

Silence so deep it covers me

A quilt, a myriad of play.

I take no active part in this

I am a breeze, a song, a dream.

A worship of the innocent

Deep, silent peace that follows me

Beyond the edges of this day.


It isn’t good, it isn’t bad

It is.

Hannah Warren

24 May 2015


tp1Wonderful news! You can now pre-order Casablanca, My Heart and The Cottage on the Border, Book 1 in The Jenna Kroon Series, on Kindle and Smashwords. My new publisher Tirgearr Publishing has relaunched them with shiny new covers. Aren't they breath-taking?

Here are the links:

Casablanca_My_Heart_by_Hannah_Warren-500Casablanca, My Heart on Kindle and on Smashwords


Author Heather Simpson takes a cruise to Morocco where she meets Ghalib, a French-Moroccan aristocrat who seems to know everything about her and invites her into his home and into his heart. Once home, Heather faces a dilemma. Are we destined to meet the love of our life for only a fleeting moment, leaving us thinking, 'Did fate work so hard to bring us so little or is there more to come?'
This glorious romance will take you to the exotic, stranding you in love's oasis, feeling as if you too have captured the diaphanous emotion of soul-love, questioning your choices and your destiny.



The_Cottage_on_the_Border-Hannah_Warren-500The Cottage on the Border on Kindle and on Smashwords


Jenna's earliest memory is of her mother's feet dangling in dust motes, her corpse hanging from a beam. When Jenna's own life falls apart, this memory becomes her anchor; she too wants freedom. Vincent is her adopted brother and perhaps her only friend. He takes her to the cottage for recovery. The cottage awakens Jenna to the psychic world; the voices of the past and what happened on the border.

The Cottage on The Border is a tale of murder, mystery, intrigue, familial despair, heartbreak, and spiritual resurrection.

On 29 May both books go live!

Check out my Tirgearr author page on my publisher site!

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blockThis blogpost is for myself, to keep me going.

I'm going through one of my worst fits of writer's block, forcing myself to stay in my office chair but not believing it's anything but crap my fingers are typing. I've never had the type of block (so far) that makes me go blank. I keep pouring out sentences but every sentence laughs out loud in my face: "A story? Ha, don't fool yourself. It's not going anywhere and certainly not in the right direction." Such misery, such doubt. Sometimes  - in agony - I crawl out of my chair only to bury myself in some garden work. When I'm kneeling down, close to the worms and the beetles, I feel I'm at the right level. Maybe this is where I belong. Forget for good about that silly self that tells me to return to my desk. Ha!

Why am I doing this to myself? I don't enjoy it, far from it. I hate myself until I need chocolate and more worms. orwellNeither need me! Oh stupid self-pity, self-loathing, self this and that. There is no escape and another sentence, tentatively, virginal like Madonna - it's all been done and said before - trickles onto the patient screen. I will continue, despite myself, despite my expanding waistline and the unperturbed insects in my garden. I will because I have to. Writing is that kind of vow. 'Unbreakable', says Orwell and he could know.


So for your judgement I add some of these sentences I'm so uncertain about. This is part of The Farm at Nieuw Land Road, Jenna Kroon Series #2

Chapter 18
The Bad Omen

“Wake up, Jenna!” A voice next to her ears shouted. “Sorry to have bored you so much you fell asleep.”
“I didn’t!” The protest came instantly. “I was wide awake. It’s difficult to explain but it’s a thing that happens when I watch a photograph. I disappear in it and then I see the whole story.” Jenna rubbed her eyes, red and sore, from peering into Denise’s Venezuelan adventure. Her host was staring at her intently, the grey eyes dilated with surprise. She shook her head, “That’s impossible, Jenna. Only psychics can do that creepy stuff.”
“Who says I can’t?” It sounded defiant.
“Bloody hell,” Denise cursed, pressing the air through her teeth and lips so it made a whistling sound, “I’ve never come across a real-life psychic in my life.”
“Please don’t call me that,” Jenna pleaded, “I never think of myself as such. Hate the word. I’m a dancer. That’s what I want to do with my life. Not that photograph stuff. That’s only useful when I want to know something.” She suddenly stopped talking, realising she had already told Denise more about herself than she had any other person in the world. It meant, she was on thin ice. Could she trust this blond woman, this distant relative, this easy-to-approach, non-judgemental …'friend’? The word itself signalled danger. ‘Better shut up now,’ Jenna told herself but it was too late.
“I really need to see this myself,” Denise said, rummaging in the drawer of her bedside table.
“Please,” Jenna begged, “I really feel uncomfortable with this. Like it’s a trick or something.”
“Don’t worry, Jen.” Denise voice was soft, kind like a mother’s. “I’m not interested in your gift to make fun of you, or to expose you. As you’ve been honest with me right now, let me tell you something I haven’t told you yet.” Jenna’s perfect eyebrows went up, her violet eyes had a cautious expression. Denise continued, “When I found you at Oud Land Cottage, unconscious and thin as a rail, I vowed to myself that if I would be able to get you around again, I would look after you until you were safe. Call it my nurse affliction or whatever, but I don’t think it was that. I just loved you right there and then, it went right through me and you gave me a new purpose. I even believe Carlos showing up here, and getting killed on my doorstep, was in the stars. You bring us luck, Jen, despite the fact you think you’re a bad omen.”

Thank you for reading!


I'm not really one for the gossip columns but I'm totally hooked on authors' lives. We're such a particular specimen. No one in my private circles even dreams of writing fiction so I hang on to every word my author friends tell me about their outlook on life and their struggle to fit in in the non-writing circles they frequent as wife, mother, employee, etc.

One thing is as clear as a bell: when an author is taken on by a publishing company, it becomes the extended family. Jumping the band-wagon with like-minded folks is like a great creative homecoming.

There is no better way to get to know my new family at Tirgearr Publishing then by interviewing some of the authors.

Today, I'm very proud to present to you the lovely Irish writer Mary T. Bradford. Right from my first day at Tirgearr, only a couple of weeks ago, there was Mary, befriending me on FB and in our Yahoo group, making me feel less like an ugly Dutch duckling in an unfamiliar Irish pond. That she said yes to my suggestion to do an interview with her, just shows how nice she is.

Mary is a writer with a keen eye for detail. Her prose runs smoothly and her storytelling quality is apparent. Why are the Irish so good at this? It must be in their genes: creativity and richness in words and images have been with them from the beginning of time. I look forward to reading more of this author, who isn't afraid to write in different genres: a western, a family saga and soon an erotic story!


Get to know the author Mary Bradford...

Have you recently had a book published that we can congratulate you on?

My debut novel, My Husband’s Sin, is with Tirgearr Publishing and was launched last August.

My above mentioned book, is centered on the Taylor family, in particular, the youngest adult child, Lacey. The Taylors are a happy family unit until the mother, Lillian, dies. It is at the reading of her will, revelations come to the fore and rock their whole lives. How the family cope and how Lacey deals with this devastating news, is the road the reader walks with them.

Also my first western genre novella, The Runaway was launched this April, 2015.


Please tell us about your journey to publication.

My journey started when I wrote short stories way back when… I submitted them to magazines and papers and I was lucky in being accepted. Then one day I started a story that grew and grew and I ended up having my novel, My Husband’s Sin before I knew it. So I started sending it out to publishers and I got my rejections but I persisted and hey I was successful.

What does Tirgearr Publishing mean to you?Tirgearr logo-125x158

I have been very lucky with Tirgearr Publishing. I have made friends with other authors and Kemberlee, the owner is very approachable and always there to help. I know one hears about being a big family but in all honesty, Tirgearr Publishing is just that. Everyone will try to help others if they can.

 Where did the idea for your first book come from?

The idea came when I was standing by a graveside attending a family funeral. I looked around and thought about the idea of secrets being buried with the deceased. I thought it would be a short story but it grew and grew. And hey, presto, My Husband’s Sin.

Who has inspired you as an author?

I really don’t know if I am inspired by any one author. Those that inspire me most are my writing friends, they don’t give up, and they plod along no matter what. People who chase their dreams and believe in themselves, these are people I admire.

What do you do in your free time?

Free Time?? Well when I do take a break from writing/promoting/editing, I read. Then when I tire of words, I craft, mainly crochet and cross-stitch.

What's next for you?

I have my first erotic romance being launched on June 24th, this year. It is titled, One Night in Barcelona, and is part of the Tirgearr Publishing, City Night Series. I am so excited about this and really looking forward to having it out there.

Thank you so much, Mary, for this lovely interview!

Mary's Bio:

I am Irish and a mother of four and I enjoy crafting and reading when taking a break from all things writing. I am an open heart surgery survivor since my mid-forties and give thanks daily for my second shot at life. I love to travel and as of yet I have not been Stateside but hope to visit the US in the coming year.

Where to find Mary:

Blog             http://marytbradford-author.blogspot.ie/

Twitter       https://twitter.com/marytbrad

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mary-T-Bradford-Author/464343040298924?ref=tn_tnmn

Linkedin     https://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=145431477&trk=nav_responsive_tab_profile_pic

Goodreads      https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6028810.Mary_T_Bradford










srteinbThis afternoon I had a Skype session with the son of a Dutch friend of mine. This young man has plans to start writing a book in 18 months and wanted to pick my brains about writing. He is very serious about it, has a degree in journalism and is currently saving money to give up his full-time job and start on his endeavour with a 10-hour job so he has all the time in the world to concentrate on his manuscript.

Gosh! He and I couldn't be more different but that was one of the first things I told him about writers. There are not two that work in the same way or follow the same path. The only thing writers have in common is that they type THE END when the job is done. Those that dream about writing a book, never get to that point.

But it got me thinking about my own path while I was talking to this young enthusiast. Here's some of the advice I gave him:

1. Try to find an online group of (Dutch) writers, for example on Facebook and discuss your ideas with them. Most of the folk around you are not writers and have no idea what your life or the inside of your mind looks like. Writing stories is already a lonely business in itself and you need to be able to share your passion with comrades, otherwise you'll start believing you're even a weirder specimen than you already thought. Let them read snippets of your writing, review the work of others, ask questions, plenty of questions. The proper start of my writing career took off when I joined Authonomy in 2010.chandler

2. Don't wait 18 months before you pick up your pen/switch on your laptop. Write little tidbits already, do some research for your story, make a character overview in Excel. For me, writing has nothing to do with creating a special atmosphere or waiting for a special time. It only works to JUST DO IT! But then again I would never give up the day job and seriously spend all my working hours on a manuscript. My young friend, however, said that that was the only way to push himself to it.   king

3. Take part in NaNoWrIMO. Writing 50K in 30 days for me is the best kick-start for a new novel. You have no time to let that horrible inner-critic get hold of you because you have to reach the word count. Again, this works for me, as I suffer greatly from writer's block and for me it's the best (only?) way not stumbling over each word that doesn't exactly fit the bill.nada Perfectionism is my enemy!

4. Writing is the best thing there is in the world and your worst nightmare. It's never easy. You're always sitting comfortably in your office chair uncomfortably out of your comfort zone. Some days are magic, others are agonizing. But beyond and through and above and under it all there is a desire to tell stories, a desire so strong you take all the crap that also comes with it in your stride.

5. Be aware that the publishing industry is completely adrift. Even if you get a contract with a traditional publisher, you'll have to market your book in more ways than you want to consider. It's part of the deal and frankly, I can't say I've really accepted and embraced this fact myself.ff

6. If possible, decide whether you want to write in one genre or in multiple genres. One genre helps to find writer-friends that really support you and can give in-depth advice about how to tackle the specific elements of that genre. And your potential readers will find it easier to relate to your work.

7. Read, read, read. Not crap but authors you really admire and from whom you can learn the craft. It helps when they write in your favourite genre because then your learning curve will be even faster.gay I read as homework, of course it is fun but I'm always aware that I want to see how the author describes a person or how a dialogue flows.

8. When you're not working on your book, write blogs, on writing, on other hobbies. Reach out to people. Let them know you exist even when the process of writing your book is still in the dark.


Something like this.....


Just had some good news today that Tirgearr Publishing are going to relaunch my two formerly published novels "Casablanca, my Heart" and "Psychic Confessions" in May but with different titles and new covers. Hurray!! A brand new & very hopeful start of my career as a published author. :-) Psychic Confessions final cover half size

Those of you who have read or at least followed the release of "Psychic Confessions" when brought out by former Thorstruck Press in November 2014, will know this is my first attempt at writing a series. "Psychic Confessions" will most probably return to its earlier title The Cottage on The Border and the 3-book series will simply be called The Jenna Kroon Series as the main character is called Jenna Kroon de Coligny.

The working title of Book #2, which I'm currently writing, is "The Angel Within" but I'm now thinking along lines of The Farm on Nieuw Land Road and Book #3 The House on Broadway.

Anyway, my recent research has been the polo game and horses that are suitable to take part in this sport, which is a mix between rugby and hockey, albeit on horseback. My story, which keeps surprising me, has now taken me to Los Llanos in Venezuela where Denise Jansen - who is playing a major role in book 2 as she has rescued Jenna from one of her fainting actions due to her advanced anorexia -  and has taken her in as a sister on her farm in Nieuw Land close to the cottage on the border. But when Denise's former husband Carlos Pérez Rodriguez from Venezuela suddenly turns up on their doorstep, Jenna is dying to know how Denise and Carlos met. Hence the fictive trip Denise takes Jenna on to the ranch in La Enena in the vicinity of San Fernando de Apure, where Miss Jansen studied the breeding of the Criollo horse, next to embarking on the love affair of her life.


A taster (still to be edited):

While steering the old Land Rover from Las Flecheras Airport through the sweltering streets of San Fernando de Apure, Emilio drove like a gentleman, minding the speed limit and the other traffic with scarcely suppressed inquietude but when they left the town behind them and they got to the dry sandy road that would take them to La Enena and the Rancho di Pinto, the old farmhand gave the heavy vehicle the gun, creating such a bellowing cloud of dust that Denise could hardly take a peek at the countryside. Her mouth and nose were full of the powdery sand, making her sneeze repetitively, every time eliciting a polite “salud” from Emilio.

The old man had a face that existed of a myriad of sun-scorched wrinkles. A dust-ridden cowboy hat sat firmly on his still raven-black hair. He kept two thin claw-like hands firmly on the wheel as it was an effort to keep the 4-wheel drive on the narrow winding road at a speed of 65 m/ph. Never before had Denise felt such intense heat in February. When she left Holland the day before, it had been 35 ºF, she had only just stuffed her winter coat into her suitcase when she had to change planes at Caracas. Even with the linen roof down, the hot wind that could reach her hair and face brought no comfort. The windscreen in front of her was splattered with dead flies. This seemed very little like the place of paradise she had envisioned when embarking on this adventure, certainly to her tired bones after a 24-hour travel. Emilio, as dry and parched as the land around them, had no conversation or lacked expression in it outside the Spanish language. Denise was too tired to start a conversation herself. Her boarding school training in Switzerland had made her fluent in French, Spanish and German but any word that her flat brain would produce in Emilio’s native tongue, stuck to her palate like the flies on the windscreen.

After what seemed an eternity they arrived at a big white placard which read in decorative dark-green letters "Rancho di Pinto" with underneath a picture of two brown horses with their hooves greeting each other: "Home of the Criollo Horse". Wiry Emilio jumped out of the car with surprising agility to open the big white wooden gate. After he had driven the car inside, he jumped out again to close the gate again. As if the next shot of a film, the world suddenly changed dramatically.          

Emilio now manoeuvred the Land Rover at a snail’s pace along the chalky-white driveway, which wound graciously in between two rows of clipped cedar trees. Beyond the trees Denise saw recently trimmed lawns that were kept fresh and green by the wide wet arms of two large sprinkler systems. While they passed drops of the spray tapped on Emilio’s hat and wetted Denise’s hairdo, which had already been ruined by the dust and the wind. Two gardeners in red dungarees could be seen in the distance scooping spadefuls of fine manure from a wheelbarrow and spreading it in thin layers over the flowerbeds. Soon the ranch came in sight, a magnificent two-storey white-brick house with dark wood-stained window panes, shutters and doors. Along the lattice work veranda in the same dark-brown a rose garden had been planted. The abundant Venezuelan sun in combination with the artificial watering had created a mecca for the rose lover, which Denise certainly was. All her favourite roses were there, the very double, old-rose Pierre de Ronsard, the large, velvet-red Ingrid Bergman, the deep yellow Graham Thomas, the very floriferous white Iceberg, the warm yellow, pink-tipped Peace and of course, New Dawn, light-pink and glorious as its name.

No people were seen near or around the house and the windows and doors were shut. To the right of the house in a strip of shade stood a red Alfa Romeo spider and two black Mercedes. Emilio parked the Land Rover a little further down inside an open barn and quickly got out to open Denise’s door for her but she had already scrambled out herself, glad to be standing on her two feet after a twenty-four hours’ sit, yawning and stretching her tired, stiff limbs. Emilio muttered something which sounded like a swear-word but busied himself with unloading her two suitcases.

“Give one to me, Emilio.” A sudden voice from behind Denise made her jump. She turned around to face a man who by Venezuelan standards had to be considered tall. He had broad shoulders and a clean-shaven face that showed the exposure to many hours of sun. His dark eyes with the heavy black eyebrows knitted together over his eyes took in Denise with a mixture of interest and amusement. His dark hair was combed backwards, kept in place with a generous amount of hair wax. He stepped forwards, a movement made rather from the hips than from the feet, resulting from spending most of his waking hours in the saddle.

“Carlos Pérez Rodriguez”, he introduced himself, letting the r’s roll with relish and stressing his first last name.


tp1I am very happy to announce Tirgearr Publishing has accepted me as one of their authors and I can now say I have an Irish publisher. As we've already signed the contracts for Casablanca, My Heart and Psychic Confessions, these novels will soon be relaunched with brand new covers & titles. How exciting is that? A jump-start for spring! I feel that both my books and I are given a fresh start with a great group of new authors under the capable leadership of Tirgearr's CEO Kemberlee Shorthand.

It was time for some good news after my last publisher Thorstruck Press suddenly closed doors at the beginning of March without any advance notice and my books and those of my fellow-Thorstuckians were taken off Amazon from one day to the other. Apparently, it's tough to keep your head above the water in the book industry these days but Tirgearr Publishing has happybeen around since 2000 and is a successful independently-owned publishing company of commercial adult genre fiction. They're here to stay.

I've already been given a warm welcome by quite a number of the  60-odd Tirgearr authors in our Yahoo group and embarked on an uplifting discussion on covers and titles with Kemberlee. This company sparkles and sizzles, just the kind of interaction an author needs after having been faced for hours with her own solitary imagination.

More soon. For now let me just float dreamily in my colourful hot air balloon. And #amwriting, of course! There's nothing that fuels the inner spirit in quite the same way.Tirgearr logo-125x158





shoesWhen the downfall of my publisher Thorstruck Press became public, it was only a matter of minutes until my writer friends started urging me to go the self-pubbing route. Many of my friends are very happy doing the whole package themselves and even seem to make some nice bucks. Their well-meant advice jumps out of the wood works as soon as another small Indie publisher collapses. Don't get me wrong. I can see their point. Clearly enough. I signed contracts with two of those publishing houses that closed their doors withing 14 months of each other. Books unavailable, unrest, uncertainty, unhappiness, all the un's in great doses. So, my self-pubbing friends seem to have the only reasonable answer and into the bargain even offer to help me get on my own two feet, take the leap, jump into the unknown pond of becoming my own publisher: the writer-editor-cover designer-publisher-marketeer.

Then, why am I so stubborn to continue my search for yet another publisher when today's book world makes crystal clear to us we have no use for them anymore?

Here's the reason.

In some aspects I'm quite old-fashioned, meaning I believe in the saying "let the cobbler stick to his last." I create stories, I thrive when my Muse visits me, I'm a wordsmith.

I've never been good with computer programs - if only you knew how often I've despaired over the functioning of this website: updates, widgets, appearance and most of all... crashes! Of course, I could learn the ropes of KDP and Createspace and whatsnot, stretch my brains in many other directions. No problem. But will it make me happier controlling the entire process?


A heartfelt: no.

At the end of the day, I don't want to spend my time trying to earn those extra bucks by making a mess of it. I'm not good at repairing my car so I take my automobile to the Toyota garage. Likewise, I'm not good at creating covers that fit ánd stand out ánd sell so I am glad there are great cover designers I can rely on.

I once made my own tax declaration and within weeks had the tax authorities on my neck who were convinced I was tampering with the books. So how on earth will this small-town girl be able to tackle the complicated taxes for all the different countries where Amazon is available?

I can wield a electric drill quite dramatically but the holes never end up where I want them so I hold my handyman in high esteem. Likewise, I can talk myself into believing I can be my own publisher and never end up where I want to be: free of the hassle of things I am not good at.

I feel I'm getting too old to start whole new careers and be successful in them. And I love variation in people. I love to work with people who know they're doing what they're supposed to be doing and are getting better at it every day.

By now, I know what it is I want: write novels, get feedback on the editing, enjoy the process of discussing covers, share the joy of a new publication with my publisher and writing friends, receive my fees if I sell my stuff.

You know what? I have at least 10 more books lined up that urgently want to be written. And that's only the ones for the foreseeable future.

Let me write them and enjoy the rest of the ride watching the other pros at work.

platP.S. I love to contradict myself. Just as a present to myself I'm going to self-pub one story! More soon.


good-badI'm very sorry to announce my publisher Thorstruck Press Limited have closed their doors. As a result my books are currently unavailable on Amazon. This is a big blow to the authors, especially as we didn't see this coming at all. I understand that a commercial business must make money or it's a failure but in the book business one needs to give it some time before it can become a success. Well, that's my opinion for what it's worth and it comes too late in the day anyway.

As self-publishing is not want I want or am capable of right now, I've submitted my work to another publishing house and they've let me know they are considering my work. This is great news so I'm sitting here waiting with anticipation.

There may light at the end of the tunnel.

I will let you know asap!! Watch this space :D



Psychic Confessions final cover half sizeThe Angel Within cover half size

I've always been a bit of an all-or-nothing type of girl but am currently even surprising myself, now and then secretly worrying whether I'll be able to keep all my balls in the air. Writing-wise, that is. While many of my writer friends for years have been writing series, either because they simply couldn't say goodbye to their beloved characters or because of commercial reasons (or a combination + other reasons), I had never even considered taking one of my characters with me to the next level. Intrigued by the craze about series writing, I even held a poll on my blog in July 2014 to find out writers' opinions (pros and cons) of series writing versus stand-alone books.

As a writer you nowadays feel a certain pressure to at least consider series writing and I think that really started after the success of the Harry Potter books. Don't get me wrong, over 50 years ago I was greatly addicted to Enid Blyton's Famous Five Series, and as far back as the 19th century people could hardly wait to read the next installment of their favourite Feuilleton in newspapers and magazines. Some examples of these serials turned novels are The Pickwick Papers, The Count of Monte Cristo, Anna Karenina, Madame Bovary and the Sherlock Holmes series.???????????????????

So, clearly readers have always longed for the immortality of certain characters but in general the 20th century can be regarded as the era of the stand-alone novels whereas the 21st century is all about series. The film industry also plays a major role in this serialisation hype, of course.

It is sheer impossible to exactly unravel what made me change my mind and start writing series. Not one but two series simultaneously (the all-or-nothing, yeah, yeah!). For The Cottage on The Border Series, the overall reason to continue was that the main character Jenna Kroon de Coligny hadn't completed her character growth at the end of Psychic Confessions but was in fact at the very beginning of creating a life for herself. Hence, the sequel The Angel Within, which will be released by my publisher Thorstruck Press in July 2015. I'm currently writing The Angel Within, hoping to round off the first draft in April so I'll have time for the editing rounds. It looks like a number 3 will also be written about this impossible young lady dancer with her tendency to let everything go wrong in her life and that of those around her. Hoping Jenna will ultimately find the peace she so desperately seaks.

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The first book in the Daughter of The Alvar Series Ingrid is already on paper but still needs to be edited. Thorstruck Press will hopefully publish this first of 5 books in August of this year. I will finish the second book about Ingrid's daughter Agnes after the other two are published in the summer. *phew wipes brow*. The sequels will be called Olga, Erin and Yvonne, 5 generations of strong women between 1890 and 2010. Each having to take tough decisions and meet their own challenges.

So, yes I've suddenly become a series writing, having a lot of fun and hoping my readers will like the stories. At least, the covers are to die for thanks to our creative director Ms Poppet :-)