Sunday, 14 May 2017

Blog tour: The Butlins Girls by Elaine Everest

'Molly Missons gazed around in awe. So this was Butlin's. Whitewashed buildings, bordered by rhododendrons, gave a cheerful feeling to a world still recovering from six years of war. The Skegness holiday camp covered a vast area, much larger than Molly expected to see.'
Molly Missons hasn't had the best of times recently. Having lost her parents, now some dubious long-lost family have darkened her door - attempting to steal her home and livelihood...
After a horrendous ordeal, Molly applies for a job as a Butlin's Aunty. When she receives news that she has got the job, she immediately leaves her small home town - in search of a new life in Skegness.
Molly finds true friendship in Freda, Bunty and Plum. But the biggest shock is discovering that star of the silver screen, Johnny Johnson, is working at Butlin's as head of the entertainment team. Johnny takes an instant liking to Molly and she begins to shed the shackles of her recent traumas. Will Johnny be just the distraction Molly needs - or is he too good be to be true?

I was pleased to receive this new book from Elaine Everest as I thoroughly enjoyed The Woolworths Girls, and just looking at this cover I knew I would not be disappointed.

Molly Missons, a gentle young girl recovering from parents tragic death receives devastating and confusing news that she had been cut out of her parents will, to lose her home and livelihood to relatives she knew nothing about, cousin Harriet and her deplorable son, Simon. 
With help from good friends she is able to escape this and move to Skegness, to Butlins holiday camp, working as a Butlins auntie.

Here she forms a friendship with Bunty and Plum, who have their own heartbreaks and issues to overcome, and whose stories blend beautifully to enrich the plot. She also meets her screen idol and crush, Johnny Johnson, will he be the cure she needs to mend her fragile heart?

The Butlins Girls really is a warm, gentle, nostalgic tale with a feel good vibe, It sums life in a post war holiday camp up beautifully, it is written true to it's era and is a satisfying read. I'm certain fans of 1940's fiction will adore it.

Many thanks to Bethan at ED PR for providing a copy in exchange for an honest review

Thursday, 4 May 2017

Blog Tour: Author Anne O'Brien's Top 6 Medieval Women with Style

Today I am delighted to welcome Anne O'Brien along on the publication day of 

The Shadow Queen,

 to discuss her 

Top Six Medieval Women with Style...

1340. Joan, the Fair Maid of Kent, learns that she is to marry William Montagu, heir to the Earldom of Salisbury, an alliance that will redeem their family after her father’s execution for treason. But Joan cannot marry her childhood friend Will. At just 12 years old, she has fallen in love with, and secretly married Sir Thomas Holland, a humble knight who is currently fighting in France with the King. Furious, her mother and the Montagu family convince Joan to marry Will, despite her feelings of guilt. But when Sir Thomas returns, he is determined to win back his wife, no matter what. Joan must quickly learn to navigate the dangerous and seductive world of the royal court, with its treachery, subterfuge, and power-hungry families… A tale of betrayal and ambition, and of love and loyalty, The Shadow Queen is the untold story of the beautiful, quick-witted and scandalous Joan of Kent, who would ultimately go on to mastermind the reign of the Child King, her son Richard II.

Six Medieval Women with Style

 Here are six medieval women who put pen to parchment, which is interesting in itself, but who also wrote with such elegance and forthright use of words.  Their letters and books shine with clarity and conviction, opening for us a window into the lives of these women who expressed themselves with confidence on all manner of subjects.  Love, sexual desire, education and the role of women in government at the side of their husband, nothing is outside their scope of interest and experience.  It is all here for our delight.

Christine de Pisan 
Widowed at an early age, Christine, living in France, turned to the pen as a way to support her children, writing both prose and poetry which was well received in the highest circles in an age when women had relatively no voice.  Christine worked to refute the negative ideas that scholars were spreading about the education and role of women, showing the elite women of her time how they could navigate most successfully through what was a man's world.  Her main work, The Book of the City of Ladies, stood as a testimony to the greatness and accomplishments of women, putting them on the same level as men.

Women particularly should concern themselves with peace because men by nature are more foolhardy and headstrong, and their overwhelming desire to avenge themselves prevents them from foreseeing the resulting dangers and terrors of war. But woman by nature is more gentle and circumspect. Therefore, if she has sufficient will and wisdom she can provide the best possible means to pacify man. 

Famous for her scandalous relationship with Peter Abelard, Heloise celebrated their forbidden love with a series of love letters.  A tragic story, Abelard and Heloise were cruelly separated, Abelard becoming a monk and Heloise a nun.  How firm and finely judged were Heloise's words to her lover whom she never met again, how full of conviction when the world was set against them.  Her words uplift the down-trodden spirit.

I think you are not unaware, my sweet light, that ashes placed on a sleeping fire never put it out ... and so not for any reason will external events be able to wipe out the thought of you, which is bound to my heart with a chain of gold

Julian of Norwich
This famous anchoress, closed off from the world in her simple cell, wrote an account of her visions and her understanding of God's love and compassion for humanity.  In a world that portrayed God as the One who judged and punished, this was a very personal interpretation of an all-gracious God in whom there was no anger.  Julian is responsible for perhaps the most famous of all medieval quotations.  So simple and so encouraging in a dangerous world.

All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

Margaret Paston
Margaret was a superb letter-writer.  Wife of John Paston, a London solicitor, she was left to manage the estates in Norfolk while he pursued land claims.  The letters are detailed, entertaining and informative: family fall-outs, marriage alliances, parental nagging, clashes with the aristocracy and parties thrown while parents were away from home.  Further afield she writes of local gossip, the problems of cash-flow, the local wool trade and the shortage of good servants.  Margaret has an engaging style, and sometimes, delightfully, touches on the personal, as in this letter to her absent husband.

I pray that you will wear the ring with the image of St Margaret that I sent you for a remembrance till you come home.  You have left me such a remembrance that makes me to think upon you both day and night when I would sleep. (a pregnancy!)

Margery Kempe
Written probably in the late 1430s, The Book of Margery Kempe, dictated quaintly in the third person, is one of the most astonishing documents of late medieval English life.  From the merchant class, Margery was a wife, a mother and widow, experienced sin and conversion, who conversed intimately with God and travelled on pilgrimage.  Margery might be considered the first English Mystic, but she was not beyond giving strong advice, even to Archbishops, and relishing it when dictating it to her biographer.

Then the archbishop said to her (Margery!): I  am told very bad things about you.  I hear it said that you are a very wicked woman.  And she replied:  Sir, I also hear it said that you are a wicked man.  And if you are as wicked as people say, you will never get to heaven unless you amend while you are here.

Hildegard of Bingen
A German Benedictine Abbess, spending her whole life enclosed as a nun from the age of seven, Hildegard was a writer, a composer and a philosopher, writing plays and music as well as books of instruction and discussion of diseases and their cures.  What an astonishing breadth of education and knowledge and talent she had.  Nor did she neglect the vexed subject of human sexuality, and so powerfully, challenging the received medical opinion that women were more lustful (and thus more sinful) than men.

A man's love is a blazing heat, like a fire on a blazing mountain, which can hardly be quenched, while hers is more like a wood-fire that is easy to quench; but a woman's love is in comparison with a man's is like a sweet warmth coming from the sun which brings forth fruit.

What a multi-faceted view these writings allow us of the lives of these women who felt free to express themselves in such diverse ways.  Their ideas and thoughts have lasted though time to bring these medieval woman to life today.

The Shadow Queen by Anne O’Brien is published by HQ on 4th May (£12.99 hardback)


ANNE O’BRIEN was born in the West Riding of Yorkshire. After gaining a BA Honours degree in History at Manchester University and a Master’s in Education at Hull, she lived in the East Riding for many years where she taught History. Leaving teaching – but not her love of history – Anne turned to novel writing and her passion for giving voice to the oft forgotten women of the medieval era was born. Today Anne lives in an eighteenth-century cottage in Herefordshire, an area steeped in history and full of inspiration for her work.

Anne Tweets here @Anne_Obrien

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

5* Review - Behind The Lie by Amanda James

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Who can you trust, when you can’t trust yourself?

Holly West has turned her life around. She’s found a successful and loving husband in Simon and is expecting twins. She is definitely a woman who has taken back control of her future.
Until she gives birth, only for one twin to survive. Holly can’t let it go.
Holly’s world is in a tailspin and suddenly she can’t trust herself or anyone else. No one believes her, not her husband or her best friend. Because she thinks she knows the truth…her son is still alive and she won’t stop until she finds him


The prologue sees Holly West giving birth to her twins, for her baby boy not to survive. 
We then flash back five weeks to when Holly is told there is a problem by her husband, Simon, a consultant. Their baby boy is not growing well and he fears he is too small to survive. When she gives birth the worst happens and her son dies before she is able to see him leaving her understandably bereft, not just for the loss of her son but for the guilt that her drug dependency and bad lifestyle before she married Simon could have been the cause.

She then receives a letter that tears her world apart. Someone claims that Ruan is alive and living with new parents, and that they were part of this cover up.
Is it lies spread, vicious and seeking revenge, or is it the truth?
Due to the problems in her past she knows that no one will believe her, so she sets out to seek the truth herself.

Amanda James is an elegant writer, effortless to read and with a pace that keeps urging you to turn the pages. The whole abduction story line is one that is well thought and executed, and just when Holly thought things were over, it picks up its pace yet again to deliver further blows which see Holly fearing for their lives.

I was rooting for Holly from the start, I love a strong female protagonist. I also loved her strong friendship with Demi and Jowan, and seeing just how far they would go to protect her and her babies.

I really loved this book and was reluctant to finish it!

A definite 5* from me. Fans of Susan Lewis and Diane Chamberlain will devour this.

About Amanda James: 

Amanda James has written since she was a child, but never imagined that her words would be published. Then in 2010, after many twists and turns, the dream of becoming a writer came true.
Amanda has written many short stories and has five novels currently published. Her time travelling debut - A Stitch in Time was published in April of 2013 and has met with great success.
Amanda lives in Cornwall and is inspired every day by the beautiful coastline near her home. Three of her novels are set there, Somewhere Beyond the Sea, Summer in Tintagel and Behind the Lie - April 2017 pub - HQUK ( HarperCollins)
Amanda can usually be found playing on the beach with her family, or walking the cliff paths planning her next book.

Author links:

Summer in Tintagel (Urbane Publications July 2016)
Cross Stitch (Choc Lit December 2014)
Somewhere Beyond the Sea ( Choc Lit April 2014)
Dancing in the Rain (Choc Lit March 2014)
A Stitch in Time (Choc Lit) -
Righteous Exposure (Crooked Cat) -

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

5* review: Last Breath by Robert Bryndza

When the tortured body of a young woman is found in a dumpster, her eyes swollen shut and her clothes soaked with blood, Detective Erika Foster is one of the first at the crime scene. The trouble is, this time, it’s not her case. 

While she fights to secure her place on the investigation team, Erika can’t help but get involved and quickly finds a link to the unsolved murder of a woman four months earlier. Dumped in a similar location, both women have identical wounds – a fatal incision to their femoral artery. 

Stalking his victims online, the killer is preying on young pretty women using a fake identity. How will Erika catch a murderer who doesn’t seem to exist? 

Then another girl is abducted while waiting for a date. Erika and her team must get to her before she becomes another dead victim, and, come face to face with a terrifyingly sadistic individual.

This is the fourth Erika Foster novel, and each one gets better and better. 
A young girl is found dead in a dumpster, having been brutally murdered and Erika Foster is desperate to be involved in the case. Stuck in a desk position in Bromley after being passed over for promotion she uses her wits to make it to MIT, she knows she can solve the case.

More murders are linked to the recent one, and more girls begin to go missing, but the killer is careful and is leaving no clues. She knows he will slip up but as the body count gets higher time is not on her side.

Relationship dynamics within the team alter, people reveal a different side and the course of Erika's career develops in a way she doesn't expect, but she remains hell bent on catching this murderer before anything else - alongside her team (which are wonderful in their own rights.)

Last Breath literally doesn't take a breath all the way through, it is fast paced and edgy, and keeps you turning the pages relentlessly, as with all Bryndza's books.

Although Last Breath is the 4th in the Erika Foster series, you can read it as a standalone, but you will be itching to read the rest after.

Sunday, 2 April 2017

Blog tour: The Bluebell Bunting Society by Poppy Dolan

When the going gets tough, the tough get sewing…

Welcome to Bluebell Hall. Pull up a wonky chair, grab a cream bun and settle into a story about a little village, a determined caretaker – and bunting…

At twenty-nine, Connie isn’t quite where she thought she’d be. When her beloved gran died Connie returned to Hazelhurst, the village she grew up in, and took over her gran’s old job as caretaker at the village hall. It might not be the stuff of dreams, but Connie loves working at Bluebell Hall – the heart of the community.
So when Bluebell Hall is threatened with closure, Connie is determined not to let greedy property developers get their hands on it. She hatches a plan bonkers enough that it just might work. All it takes is a needle and thread, scraps of old material and willing hands. Can Connie convince the people of Hazelhurst that their village hall is worth saving? And will she save herself in the process…?


Connie, caretaker and Bloom Mistress (Hazelhurt's answer to Girl Guides/Brownies) is doing a job she enjoys and also feels it's her sense of familial duty. Going back as long as she can remember her family have been entrusted as caretakers/guardians of Bluebell Hall. Paid for by an ancient benefactor, there is a stipulation that the hall must be used by a certain percentage of the community - and Connie knows the numbers are seriously lacking as Hazelhurst is moving into the (more) modern ages and leaving the crumbling old village hall behind.

To try and increase their numbers she hatches several plans, not all so successful, but as it becomes apparent that property developers are keen to take over, and an audit is suddenly done, she knows she needs to take serious action, and enlists some friends and new faces to help out...

The Bluebell Bunting Society is born!

I love the community ethos in this warm and really funny story built around some fabulously constructed characters. The craft theme throughout is lovely and relaxing, and really draws you in. I even wanted to dig out an old sewing machine and take it up!



Poppy Dolan lives in Berkshire with her husband. She's a near-obsessive baker and a keen crafter, so on a typical weekend can be found moving between the haberdashery and kitchenware floors of a department store, adding to her birthday wish list. She has written three novels: The Bad Boyfriends Bootcamp, There's More to Life than Cupcakes and most recently The Bluebell Bunting Society. The Bad Boyfriends Bootcamp made it into the Amazon top 100 bestseller chart, so clearly someone other than her mum must have read it. She's currently working on her fourth novel – it's about friends, siblings and crafty things – and drinking far too much tea.

Buy links:

Find Poppy here:

Twitter @poppydwriter and on Facebook at /PoppyDolanBooks 

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

5* review The Lost Children by Helen Phifer

The Lost Children by Helen Phifer

Lizzy pulled the covers over her head. Then she realised what was being dragged behind the person with the torch. She rammed her fist into her mouth to stop herself from screaming…

For decades, The Moore Asylum was home to the forgotten children of Brooklyn Bay. But ever since a scandal forced its closure, the abandoned building has cast an imposing shadow. Until now – when an elderly man is found dead, his body strapped to a gurney... 

Detective Lucy Harwin, still reeling from a previous case that ended in the devastating murder of a mother and her child, finds herself on the trail of a killer ruthlessly fixated on avenging wrongs. 

What disturbing secrets lie within the asylum’s walls? Together with her partner Detective Mattie Jackson, Lucy begins to unearth its terrible history, and the horrors endured by the vulnerable children.

As the attacks escalate and a woman is murdered on her own doorstep, Lucy is forced into a terrifying game of cat and mouse with a twisted individual. But can Lucy stop a murderer with nothing left to lose? 

An absolutely terrifying and gripping thriller that will chill readers of MJ Arlidge, Angela Marsons and Rachel Abbott to the bone. 


I'm a huge fan of Helen Phifer's books right back to her first, The Ghost House, and have loved every one. Her writing style is gritty and natural, and I love that her background in the police force makes the books so 'real'. I have been truly terrified by some of her earlier work (the mark of a real gifted writer) and I absolutely adore this crossover into non paranormal fiction.

The Lost Children begins in 1975 in The Moore, an asylum used to house children, not insane, but not fitting normal stereotypes, no more than troubled kids. They are treated horrifically in there by the staff and we see an insight into a child that seems more troubled than most, Lizzy Clements.

Back in the present day there has been a brutal murder in the now abandoned asylum. A doctor from back in the day. It's up to DI Lucy Harwin and her team to solve it, but as the body count starts to stack up things become much more difficult, and lives are put in danger as things get personal.

I loved these characters, from the outset you can sense the camaraderie between the team and how far they will go to protect each other. Lucy's character was a particular favourite and I can't wait to read more of her story. 

The Lost Children is fast paced and really exciting, there was a few times I was practically shouting at my kindle as I saw them heading into danger, and I was pleased to find out the identity of the murderer.

Fantastic read from Phifer, I eagerly await more of this series!

About Helen Phifer

Helen Phifer’s love of reading began with Enid Blyton, before progressing on to Laura Ingals Wilder and scaring herself with Steven King. If she can’t write for any particular reason she finds herself getting itchy fingers and really irritable. She loves reading as much as writing and is also very fond of chocolate, Prosecco, The Lake District, New York, white Zinfandel wine, my children and grandchildren, my friends, porn star martini cocktails, Stephen King, watching scary films, Marilyn Monroe, Melissa McCarthy, Idris Elba, Simon Baker, Spandau Ballet, The Munsters and coffee. In no particular order.

Thursday, 23 March 2017

Sin of the Father - Sheryl Browne. 5* review, excerpt and giveaway!

I'm delighted to be part of Sheryl Browne's blog tour today for:

Sins of the Father

Genre: Thriller
Series: DI Matthew Adams #2
Release Date: 28th Feb 2017
Publisher: Choc Lit (Death by Choc Lit)

A roller-coaster of a read which you won’t want to put down! Former Police DCI Stuart Gibbon

What if you’d been accused of one of the worst crimes imaginable?
Detective Inspector Matthew Adams is slowly picking up the pieces from a case that nearly cost him the lives of his entire family and his own sanity too. On the surface, he seems to be moving on, but he drinks to forget and when he closes his eyes, the nightmares still come.
But the past is the past or is it? Because the evil Patrick Sullivan might be out of the picture, but there’s somebody who is just as intent on making Matthew’s life hell, and they’re doing it in the cruellest way possible.
When Matthew finds himself accused of a horrific and violent crime, will his family stand by him? And will he even be around to help when his new enemy goes after them as well?


I hadn't read After She's Gone - the first in the DI Adams series, but was not worried as I soon got into this story (which reads perfectly as a standalone - I have however now gone back and bought the first!)

Matthew and family meet Jasmine, a college friend of step daughter Ashleigh's at a wedding. Soon we realise something is not as it seems with her. Matthew witnesses a fight with her boyfriend and escorts her home to make sure she is safe.

Events take a sickening turn and Matthew wakes up in a hotel room which is covered in blood, and no real memory of what has taken place. He soon finds out though as text messages and phone calls reach him and he knows he's in big trouble, none of which he believes is his doing.

He fights the law and the bad guys to protect his family, going to any lengths necessary, and finding out awful truths along the way, but Becky trusts him and fights to clear his name while trying to keep her family safe - something they couldn't do before.

This was a well written and gripping thriller from Sheryl Browne. It had me on the edge of my seat and wanting to shout instructions to help them through the pages. I love how versatile Sheryl is as a writer, and how she engages her readers within the lives of her characters. I was rooting so much for Matthew and family from the start.

The ending was so poignant and sad, Matthew's character shining bravely through, it really made the story for me. Well done, Sheryl on a fantastic read!


Matthew woke abruptly, hurtled from sleep by a nightmare he thought would never end. Sweat saturating his face, pooling in the hollow of his neck, he pulled himself upright and squinted against the thin trickle of sunlight filtering through the slatted blinds at the window. His first thought was that he had a hangover the size of an airdrome. His second, that they had no blinds at their bedroom window.

Easing his legs over the edge of the bed, a wheeze rattling his chest and nausea gripping his stomach as the room revolved in sick-making revolutions around him, his gaze went instinctively to the bedside table. His inhaler was there, the blue curative he carried with him, lined up neatly alongside his phone. Disorientated, Matthew blinked hard. His vision was blurred. His memory? Where the bloody hell was he?

A hotel room. Functional, he registered. Scanning his surroundings, he noted the fire instructions pinned to the door, the ancient fire extinguisher on the wall, the dusty circa nineteen eighties carpet. A shithole. Matthew closed his eyes and swallowed against the acrid taste in the back of his throat, then almost had a heart attack as his phone rang, loud and shrill, screeching through his brain like an express train. Scrambling around his mind for some recollection of what had happened the night before, he came up with nothing that was tangible, his tenuous thoughts seeming to slip away, like sea filtering ineffectually through sand. He had a few grainy, grey memories: Jasmine, the apartment, tastefully decorated. The painting, abstract colours intermingling. Coffee. Dripping. Shoes, clacking, like the ominous slow tick of a clock. One shoe. A stiletto. Connor …? Had he been there? Here? Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, tried desperately to remember. Natalie? Christ, no.

His phone rang again, sharp, insistent. Becky, it had to be, and Matthew had no clue what to say to her. Attempting to control his escalating panic, to regulate his breathing, he let it ring and reached for his inhaler instead … and then stopped dead.

Seeing the crimson stains on his hand, Matthew’s heart somersaulted in his chest.
Dried blood, he registered, trying hard not to let the panic, now gripping his gut like a vice, cancel out logical thought. Old blood. His? How old?

Bringing both palms shakily to his face, he examined them. They were ingrained with the stuff. He flipped them over. His knuckles were bruised. Right hand. Sweet Jesus, what had he done? Disentangling himself from the duvet, Matthew scrambled to his feet, then quelling the nausea now clawing its way up his windpipe, he checked himself over. Deep wheals ran vertically down his chest. Four. Matthew swallowed hard. Checked his limbs. Found scratches on his arms. His neck, too. He could feel those, raw and sore.

His pulse rate ratcheting up, he yanked the duvet back. More blood. Too much. Stark against the grey-white of the sheets. Trying desperately to keep a lid on his emotions, he turned, stumbling towards the bathroom, where he leaned over the toilet and vomited the sparse contents of his stomach.

Standing unsteadily, Matthew clutched the sink hard for support. Deep gouges on his cheek, he noted through the mirror, then flinched as a flashback hit him head on: Jasmine, smiling, her eyes, flat and emotionless. Her fingernails trailing down his face, his torso. Her touch had been light. She’d inflicted no damage. So how? Who? Natalie? A fresh image assaulted him, Natalie lying next to him. On top of him. Had he? No! His gaze straying to the wall behind him, Matthew’s legs almost gave way. There were blood spatters on the tiles. Perspiring profusely, he dragged an arm over his forehead. Irregular, splattered all over the walls. Christ, this couldn’t be happening.

A terrifying scenario unfurling in his head, Matthew willed himself to turn to the bath. His hand visibly shaking, cold trepidation snaking the length of his spine, he steeled himself to reach for the mould-stained shower curtain, hesitated, and drew it back.

A tap dripped, slowly, steadily. Each drip echoing distortedly around the room, sounding like a nail being driven into his coffin. He registered the watery trickle of blood washing over the carcass of a spider wedged in the plughole.
No body.

Wilting with relief, Matthew turned away. Taking several slow breaths, he grabbed a towel from the rail, whilst simultaneously reaching for the sink tap, and then stopped, his head screaming, his instincts colliding. If he cleaned himself up, he’d be destroying evidence. If he ran … Matthew stared hard at himself in the mirror. More images assailed him, disjointed memories. Surreal, foggy recollections. He’d been here with two women. Jasmine and Natalie. Matthew knew that much. Thought he did. And every indication was that one of those women had been badly injured, or worse, possibly by him. If he was going to call this in, and terrified though he was, his conscience told him he had to, he couldn’t wash. He needed to. The smell in the room was cloying. A woman’s scent. It was all over him.

He had to call Becky. Trying to keep calm, to not give into his urge to run from the room and keep running, Matthew headed back to the bedroom, where his phone had been ringing constantly. Whatever had happened, she needed to hear it from him first. He needed to tell her … Tell her what? Something’s happened, but I don’t know what? I think I’ve been set-up but I have no idea why? I might have had sex with someone but it wasn’t intentional?

No! Disbelieving, Matthew gulped back an immediate deep sense of shame. 


About Sheryl...

Heartache, humour, love, loss & betrayal, Sheryl Browne brings you edgy, sexy, heart-wrenching fiction. A member of the Crime Writers’ Association, Romantic Novelists’ Association and shortlisted for the Best Romantic e-book Love Stories Award 2015, Sheryl has several books published and two short stories in Birmingham City University anthologies, where she completed her MA in Creative Writing.
Recommended to the publisher by the WH Smith Travel fiction buyer, Sheryl’s contemporary fiction comes to you from award winning Choc Lit.

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