Thirteen years today… (+ pro-choice rant)

Just like that it’s 17 August. Well, no, not ‘just like that’, not really, I have been counting down. In case you’re new and missed the original post about Chloe and my baby loss journey, here is a link. Continue reading

Welcome home (Blast from the past part 18)


I’ve been sitting on this for a few months. I wasn’t sure how it should go.

Where it should go.

How it should end.

Then I read it again this morning and well, it’s finished, isn’t it?

I had plotted different things for Emily but then I realised it just wouldn’t be fair to who she is. So here we are, a bit of Maddie, a bit of Emily and that’s all she wrote.

If you need a refresher, part 17 is here and if you want a re-read, part 1 can be found here.

“Hi, it’s me. Again.” Maddie sighed. After ringing Richie three different times in the past hour and texting a few times too for good measure, she’d decided to stop waiting for him to ring back and just leave a voice mail.
“I’m happy the two of you have made up but something came up and I really need your sister’s number, dude. So if you could tear yourself away from my best friend for five minutes and text me, that’d be grand. Ta.” Continue reading

Valentine’s Day Reunion part 5

I hung on to this part for while but then I realised this story wasn’t advancing because it was finished. As it was. All 5581 words of it.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4


Sienna felt like her day had taken on a surreal turn. She was sitting on her couch with a man she’d had a crush on for near on ten years, a man she’d dreamed about countless times, a man she hadn’t seen in five years because he had moved away with his girlfriend-now-fiancée the day after giving her the best kiss of her life.

Suddenly his fingers on her neck were burning her skin and not in a sexy way. She moved so she could face him, and his hand dropped onto the back of the couch. He looked as nervous as she was. Continue reading

This new thing I’m writing

I started yet another new story (or 3)… This one features a couple a lot older than my usual characters, they’re in their 60s and meet on a plane. I wrote some detailed notes and characters profiles and I hope I can see it through.

Last week Emma and I went to a ‘Writing Elegant Erotica’ workshop and the lady running the workshop made us do a writing exercise that sparked 1000 odd words. I may write more. It’s a second chance story.

RL is kicking me in the teeth, essays and annotated bibliography sparking meltdowns. Not seeing how I’ll survive year 3 of my studies at this point.

In better news, I have a new favourite author, Stefanie London. Loved her DARE book, Unmasked and the free short-ish story she published for free on the Harlequin website. I also just read her novella “Loving the Odds” and I’m hooked. And we started watching Mayans M.C. and phoar! hello sexy man!

That talking thing… (Blast from the past 17)

So… They did the sex. 

Now they need to do the talking.

Emily is not a fan of the talking.

Alas, it needs to be done. 

Before more sexy times…


Richie heard the message tone and when he checked his phone he found that Maddie had sent him a funny photo of her and Tamara at the big corrugated iron elephant at the zoo. It made him smile and he showed Emily who was sitting next to him on the couch, eating her Teriyaki chicken on rice.

After the pharmacy they’d decided to get some sushi on the way to her house so they didn’t have to go out again. They’d also stopped at the supermarket to get condoms, following a brief, not-as-awkward-as-he-had-imagined chat. They were on the verge of fixing things between them, it seemed counterproductive to tempt fate for a second (or third) time. Continue reading

Two lines can change a lot of lives (Part 4)

I like to have a fully written chapter as buffer before I share one with you guys, but the last one was so emotionally charged (I heard it made some people cry…) that I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging for too long.

Just so you know, Wade is not in fact blind drunk in the backyard… Nor is he a violent drunk.

He’s feeling very lost at the moment, poor man, and he was too lost in thought to remember about that bottle he brought out from the kitchen. 

It’s been a long and emotional day for all of them. 


*** WARNING ***

this is a very smutty chapter.


“I’m gonna go to bed, Mum,” Abi said as they walked in the house after dropping Nico home. She looked very jumpy and kept sneaking glances towards the kitchen.

“Okay, honey.” Celia could understand Abi’s reluctance to see her dad after he’d ripped into her earlier. She wrapped her arms around the teenager. “I love you. And your dad does too. He’ll come around, he just needs some time to get used to the idea that his baby girl is no longer a little girl.”

“I know, it’s just…” Abi sighed. “I love you, Mum. Please tell Dad I love him and that I’m sorry I disappointed him. Good night.”

“Good night, honey.” Celia let go of her daughter and watched her make her way down the hallway to her bedroom before she went looking for her husband. Continue reading