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The Crash: Chapter Eight

The story so far... Jason Jackson-Jones, founder and Managing Director of Triple J Auto Parts of Sheffield, has just had to replace his Engineering Manager - the previous one quit after a dispute over quality and safety issues. In this chapter, Jason and his newest recruit, Brad, are put on the spot by one of Jason's oldest clients, Harry.  Can Brad help Jason scramble out of the hole he's dug for himself, or will this be the beginning of the end for the self-made businessman?


It was only when Jason stood to usher Brad to a seat at the board room table, that he noticed he'd been digging his nails into his palms since his stupid mistake with Damian.His fingers ached from clenching, and there were ruts in his palms where his nails had been pressed in.He stretched his fingers and turned to Brad, intending to introduce him to the others, but Brad was already turning to the visitors with a smile.Jason wondered if he'd still be smiling if he knew everything Jason did.Probabl…

Hollywood Kisses

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Do you love a good screen romance?  These six heroes and heroines are ready for their close-ups...


That's right... it's time to roll out the red carpet for the stars of our show... Hollywood Kisses is out today!

UK link:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hollywood-Kisses-6-Reel-Life-Romances-ebook/dp/B06XBPQ8X9

US link:
https://www.amazon.com/Hollywood-Kisses-6-Reel-Life-Romances-ebook/dp/B06XBPQ8X9/


The Crash: Chapter Seven

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It was still nearer dark than light when Brad pulled up in the car park, which was why he didn't initially notice more than the vague shadow of a shape in the small, bubbly blue car by the door.As he locked his car door, he was still preoccupied with wondering why he was here, and whether he was making the biggest mistake of his career.He was fairly sure that Triple J Auto Parts weren't keeping to the standards that they should be, and if the boss was that sloppy he wouldn't be doing much good by shackling himself to a sinking ship.On the other hand, as Gaby had pointed out during their chat in the boardroom the previous afternoon, if he just walked away, he'd never know what a difference he could have made. And in all conscience, he couldn't just leave.
If he left, and people died as a result of the shoddy manufacturing process, how would he live with himself?No, he either had to take the job, or shop Jason to the Health and Safety Executive and get him stopped.Whi…

Writer Wednesday: Taming the Tango Champion by Cait o'Sullivan

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This week I welcome Cait o'Sullivan to talk about the book I wish I'd written, Taming the Tango Champion.  Isn't that a fabulous title!  Cait, would you like to share the cover and a bit about the book?



There’s passion on the Dance Floor

On return from a trip around the world, TV presenter, Ava Whittaker, has a baby by Matthias de Romero, Argentine Tango champion, hacienda owner, and the man she loves. The problem? He doesn't know.

Fast forward two years, and Ava reluctantly agrees to be a contestant on a new dance show on TV, but to her shock, Matthias – the man she never expected to see again – is one of the judges.

Matthias de Romero is leaving his beloved stallions in Argentina to assuage his pride. Two years previously, the one woman he thought he could care for walked out on him after just one glorious night. He arrives in London ready for revenge.

Will Ava’s secret cause their intense feelings to burn out, or fan further the flames of love? 

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First line:
“Ava, …

The Crash: Chapter Six

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If you've just dropped in now, you might want to flip back to chapters one, two, three, four or five.  If you're up to speed with Jason's hectic life, just read on to see whether he can keep all the plates spinning...

Jason hit the alarm clock so hard it skittered off the expensive pine bedside table and fell with a soft thud onto the deep pile carpet.It was still dark enough that he couldn't see the infuriating pinkish shade of carpet, chosen by Terri, he was sure, expressly to make him feel uncomfortably out of place in their shared bedroom.The dawn was just beginning to peek around the edges of the thick burgundy curtains.Talking of burgundy, why on earth had he gone so overboard on the wine with dinner last night?
After everything that had gone off in the office yesterday, he was guaranteed to wake up in a shitty mood anyway, and thanks to the wine, he'd woken up in a shitty mood with a headache.Should have bought that personal breath-tester that was in the gadg…

The Crash: Chapter Five

If you've just dropped in now, you might want to flip back to chapters one, two, three and four.  Otherwise, if you're already up to speed with the drama in the office, read on to get a glimpse into Jason's home life...
Terri frowned as her mobile bleeped.That'd be Jason, then.Late again.She didn't bother checking the message until after she'd ladled casserole onto two plates and set them on the table.She and Jessica would be eating alone again.
Sure enough, once the table was set and a loud shout had summoned Jessica to the table, she flicked open her message folder and saw that Jason had just texted that he was leaving the office.At six thirty.The time he'd claimed he'd be arriving home.For the third time in a week.Should she start ringing him at four thirty to remind him?But it'd only elicit a faithfully intended but completely meaningless promise that he'd be leaving, 'In a moment.'A moment which became an hour or two or three.She knew…

The Best Place to Write

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What's the best place to write? Where do you write? Where do you usually write? Where do you like to write? Where do you write best? 

There are many variants of the question, and I get asked them often, but I still get a slight jolt each time I hear one of them, because each of them is based on a fundamental assumption which I disagree with: that a writer's ability to write, or the quality of their writing, is fundamentally tied to their writing space.  Popular culture often presents writers this way: Kipling at Bateman's, Dylan Thomas in his boathouse, George Bernard Shaw in his shed and Joyce in his Martello Tower.  But few writers really wrote only - or even mainly - in one place, and although some people do find benefits to having one set place to write, many more find it more useful to write whenever, and wherever, the opportunity arises. 

Personally, I would probably never get anything written if I had to wait until I could sit down in the same place as last time I…