My writing journey has taken me from a play performed by my fellow Brownies, aged seven, into a career in journalism and corporate communications, taking a diversion via my self-published debut novel, The Joy of Jars, to a new adventure with words.
I’m currently editing my second romance, Miss Wed, about a wedding celebrant unable to find her own happy ever after. Please do sign up below for updates, pre-orders and book related competitions.
Novels.
THE JOY OF JARS.
She has a trusted recipe for survival. Dare she add a dash of spice? Ever since Sally’s husband left her holding the babies at their son’s play barn birthday party, the domestically challenged and busy working mum has taken men, elaborate meals and multi-coloured plastic balls off the menu. Fourteen years later, the lack of a man in her life – or her bed – has become the teatime news and a handsome reporter is on her doorstep. Will emotional leftovers sour everything or can she do what it takes to enjoy a second helping of love?
MISS WED – Due 2026
Laura has married dozens of people. Will anyone ever marry her? Successful wedding celebrant, Laura, is addicted to romance. Yet her own love life is missing its happy ever after. Her quirky best friend, wedding photographer, Jake, is… well, her best friend, and the men who promise it all end up leading her down the garden path rather than the aisle. Then handsome, charismatic – and deceptively shallow – business rival, Rob, appears in town, threatening her career as well as her heart. Will Laura lose everything at the altar of empty gestures or can she learn the meaning of true love in time?
Write That Book Series
I’m creating a series of short booklets to sit alongside the Keyboard to Kindle collaborative writing programme I launched in March 2026.
Short Stories.
The Mother’s Day.
Someone was gently tugging on Sally’s hand. She had been dreaming. She was sure of that. But she couldn’t remember what about. She was in the soft space between sleeping and waking. Sensing but not quite feeling. There it was again. The tugging. She forced herself through a fog of cotton wool and opened her eyes.
Lizzy was standing at the side of the bed. She was in her nightdress. She stretched out her arm and proudly presented her mum with a small bunch of flowers.
The smile on her three-year-old face was brighter than the yellow of the blooms.
“Happy mummy’s day.”
Sally sat up and took the daffodils. Her favourite. The front garden was full of them at this time of year. She jumped out of bed and ran to the top of the stairs. A kitchen stool had been placed in the middle of the hallway. The front door was slightly ajar.
Sally wrestled with her emotions. Lizzy had been trying to be good. Warning her daughter about the dangers of letting herself out of the house at seven in the morning could wait. So too, could the lesson that garden flowers are not for picking.
“Don’t you like them?” Lizzy’s voice trembled. “Jack got you something.”
Sally had been out shopping with her six-year-old son the day before, when he’d insisted they go into a card shop. Once they were at the right shelves he had told her to go away, angrily waving his arm each time she stopped to look back. From a safe distance she watched him queue until it was his turn. The kindly-looking woman on the till put the card in a paper bag, before searching Sally out for payment. Jack had held his purchase close to his chest all the way home.
Sally turned to directly face her daughter. She picked her up and hugged her tight. “They’re beautiful. Just like the two of you.”
An edited excerpt from The Joy of Jars. Available at https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08TQCXY37
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