What inspires me?

Ever wonder what a writer hears when they write. Voices usually, but I’m a big fan of listening music when I’m writing too. Music blocks out the neighborhood sounds, the cat demanding to be fed again (we’re thinking of calling him Horse) and the family (probably shouldn’t admit that). Some tracks put me in the mood to begin, some keep me there when my attention wanes.

In truth The Piano Guys music saved me when I was writing my last novel. I found them via social media. They had created an amazing track – Cello Wars – that we all loved. And then I took a peek at what else they’d done.

There is a track, Moonlight, that fitted my Forsaking the Prize couple so perfectly I played it everyday. Take a listen.

I’m currently working on Book Three of the Wild Randalls and The Piano Guys, along with Adele, have inspired me yet again with Rolling in the Deep. I dont mind either version really. Both move me.

Do you work in absolute silence? Or do you have a current track lending its inspiration to your work? or to your life? Feel free to share. I’m always looking for new music to write by.

SixSunday Final

Well, this is it. The SixSunday Final Post of all time. I will miss Six Sunday so so much. Many thanks to everyone who’s dropped by to read my work-in-progress and have shared their own on their website. It’s been an honor to get a sneak peek into the stories other authors have written.  Special thanks too to the organizers of this event. You made this author a better one in so many ways and I’m grateful to you for making an easy way to connect with other authors and readers. (It’s still not too late to change your mind, you know. 😀 )

My final posts for SSS is below, but if you’re curious to read the whole first chapter of In Her Image (or the rest of the story as it releases each month) just sign up for my newsletter for regular updates. 🙂 As ever, thanks for dropping by and for commenting.

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Pleasure, not pain, ruled Lottie’s existence. “Release me, Lord Ramsay.”

The man sucked in a breath and then smiled. The gesture failed to meet his eyes. Again, she’d made him furious and it was that volatile temper she’d been warned about. “Never.”

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#SixSunday 45 In Her Image Part 8

Only one more SSS to go. 🙁 I keep waiting for a reprieve but I suppose all good things must come to an end. I am following straight on from last week, Doris is captured by a cruel man. To see the previous post click here.

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“My lord, you’ve caught me just as I was leaving.” Doris tried to extract her hands but no matter how hard she tugged, the viscount held on.

He dragged her hand to his arm and pinned it there. “That I simply cannot allow; you must walk with me. We have much to discuss.”

Subtle snubbing in the past hadn’t convinced him of her disinterest, and the swish of his riding crop against his boot added to her anxiety.

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#SixSunday 45 In Her Image Part 8

 I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. If you’re new, each Sunday a great bunch of writers publish a short six sentence excerpt from a work in progress or a published story. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #SixSunday via Twitter.


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#SixSunday 44 In Her Image

Welcome sixers! Thanks for sharing part of your Sunday with me. This is the very next lines after last weeks post when Doris came face to face with an unpleasant man.

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Doris had dressed with careless ease this morning; she had selected clothing to please herself. It was ridiculous for a courtesan to wear sheer low-cut gowns at this early hour in the park. This was the only time of day the world saw her as she honestly was, not as the scandal loving nymph who had pleasured many a man in her bed.

Lord Ramsay believed he had a chance, but the thought of suffering his embrace made her skin crawl. Lottie Townsend had standards to maintain. The first was that Doris must live with the consequences of whatever the courtesan chose to do.

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#SixSunday 44 In Her Image

I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. If you’re new, each Sunday a great bunch of writers publish a short six sentence excerpt from a work in progress or a published story. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #SixSunday via Twitter.


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#SixSunday 43 In Her Image

It’s not long now till Six Sentence Sunday ends. I’ll be really sorry to see it go. I’m still looking for a regular replacement so if you know of something else similar please give me a heads up. For this last post, I’m continuing with In Her Image and I’m not sure when I’ll post more. If you want to read last weeks six go here.

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“I thought that was you but could not believe my eyes from such a distance.”

Doris, wishing she wore the courtesans comforting battle dress, strove to hide her revulsion. “Lord Ramsay.”

The over-dressed peacock stepped closer to grip her hands in his sweaty globs of flesh. “I still cannot believe my eyes. What has befallen you?”

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#SixSunday 43 In Her Image

I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. If you’re new, each Sunday a great bunch of writers publish a short six sentence excerpt from a work in progress or a published story. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #SixSunday via Twitter.


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