Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Rude Boy




Sir Tony of Caristo is almost ready! In his honour and is only fair, here is the soundtrack to Tony playing "schoolboy" on Lydia Atta Mills' bum:
  1. Akon - Gun Shot
  2. Rihanna - Rude Boy
  3. BoB ft Bruno Mars - Nothin' On You
  4. Missy Elliot - She's A Bxxch
  5. Adele - Turning Tables
  6. Tinie Tempah - Pass Out 
  7. Cee Lo Green - Old Fashioned
  8. Akon - I Won't  
  9. T.I ft Rihanna - Live Your Life 
  10. Mystikal ft Nivea - Danger (Been So Long)
  11. Beyonce - Rule the World (Girls)
  12. The Saturdays - Notorious
  13. Gyptian Major Lazer Edit - Hold You 
  14. DJ Fresh ft Sian Evans - Louder
  15. Goldfrapp - Strict Machine 
  16. Bruno Mars - It Will Rain
  17. Kanye West - Dark Fantasy
  18. Timberland ft She Wants Revenge - Time
  19. Gorillaz - Kids With Guns
  20. Kings of Leon - Radioactive

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Early Days



On Caristo's Watch is available for pre-order on Amazon!! Not too long to go now! Here's the blurb...


Tony Caristo was just minding his own business, waiting for his selfish bullet-magnet of a best friend to get out of surgery, when the sexiest nurse he’d ever even imagined walked right up to him, all luscious figured, to give him a right telling off with an Irish-lilted wit. All she missed was a fig leaf and a snake around her shoulders. His interest absolutely piqued, he sets himself up to do something about her, pretty damn quick. Tony isn’t a man given to waiting around for good things to happen to him. And Lydia is all good; every single, five foot eight, double F-cupped inch of her. When Lydia asks his best friend, Nick for a favour, Nick reminds him just what a useful friend he is by letting Tony handle it. And Tony cannot wait to handle all of her… 


Lydia Mills doesn’t have any time for nonsense, especially since she’s looking after her younger brother. She just needs to get him into university, without getting him killed by an ex-boyfriend she thought was well shot of. Fed up of literally trying to kick some sense into the fool, Lydia figures her only option is to have someone else do the kicking. Once she turns to Nick Da Canaveze for help as a last resort, he promptly hands her problem over to Tony Caristo to do the hard work, completely convinced that Lydia will come through it all in one piece As she takes in the eejit’s stealth, intelligence, utterly inappropriate wit and gorgeous bum, Lydia soon understands Nick’s confidence in his friend. Moreover, she really starts to worry what she’ll do without Caristo and his busy hands when the job is done. 



On Caristo's Watch is the second in the Italian Knights Series, showing that behind every criminal mastermind is a woman who will drive him to distraction with a look, a quip and a dress made to start all sorts of trouble. 


**Added extras: interviews with the characters and playlist**


Pre-Order on Amazon

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Speak of the Devil...



My Young Adult of a Devil is everywhere else now!

Sympathy on ARE

Sympathy on Amazon

Still need persuading?

A devlish blurb:

Toni has met the perfect boy in...
West who unfortunately happens to have a Devil of a best friend called...
Pierce, dangerously cold and incredibly rude. He sees a world of lies in  Toni straight away. His snap decision to split her and West up brings him right into confrontation with...
Cari, Toni's best friend and guardian. In between the war of words, Cari begins to see beyond Pierce's smart mouth and terrible reputation. Horribly, she starts to feel for him.
As much as Pierce is amused and entertained by his manipulations, he wonders if his energy would be better spent pursing Cari, a girl the complete opposite to his type who makes him remember what morals are.
Not devil like at all.

The thing about the Devil is, he didn't start out evil...


A devilish excerpt:

Pierce put his phone away and before I dug into my steak, he swapped ours over. “This is the medium. That’s the rare.”
       “Good catch.” Whatever appetite I’d had before I turned up tonight had probably taken the long tube back to halls.
       “What about family?”
       “My family?”
       “Yes, Antonia, your family.”
       Don’t get me wrong. I love my name. I really do. I appreciate that when people shorten my name, in my head I’ve turned into a Cockney plumber who has three sugars in his tea, has four kids, and always brings home kippers for the missus. But Pierce full-naming me? Not good. It felt like an insult.
       “It’s just me and my dad. Only child. Dad’s still a publican. He runs about three pubs in the East End. He spoils me.”
       “And your last relationship?”
       Yeah. No. “What about it? You know it’d be easier on you to hire a private investigator.”
       He put down his knife and fork to look at me. Without a sneer or curled lip of disdain, he stared at me. I felt X-rayed. “Are you hiding something? What are you so afraid of me knowing?”
       “Nothing,” I lied. “It’s just the most extraordinary interview I’ve ever had. If you must know, my last relationship ended nine months ago. He was a dick. Anything else you want to know? Favourite food? Music? Single friends? No? Great. Fine.”
       He applauded. “Fantastic performance. Matinee show tomorrow?”
       “I’m a nice person,” I insisted, tears prickling uncomfortably in my eyes.
       Pierce shrugged. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
       “Why not accept it until I prove you wrong? Like normal friends do?”
       He picked up his cigarettes and lit one without hesitation. “You know why people talk about me? Because I see right through them. Every single time. They don’t like it. So it’s easier for them to make up shit about me. And therefore, I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt, you are not good enough for my friend.”
       Shaking uncontrollably, I tucked a lock of hair behind my hair. How to make a girl feel like crap in ten seconds? “Can you predict the lottery numbers for next week as well?”
       He blew a plume of smoke over my head. “You’re insecure. You keep making jokes to deflect attention from yourself. That top you’re wearing, you keep tugging at it, because you were talked into buying it, and you certainly didn’t choose to wear it tonight. You cling to whoever can support you at the time. That guarantees you being unfaithful. In the interest of you not ruining my friend’s life… Maybe, I don’t know… Leave him alone?”
       I clutched a hand to my chest as Pierce got to his feet, the cigarette perched on the edge of his lip, counting out fifty-pound notes. I felt as if he’d stabbed me. Right in the chest with his poisonous words.
       “Enjoy the food. The company’s not for me.”
       West awoke with a snort. “I’m up!”
       Pierce slapped him on the shoulder. “And I’m off.”
       Without another word to me, he removed the cigarette and walked through the doors of the pub. His eyes boozy and red, West hung an arm around my stiff shoulders. “All right, my sweet? Was he nice to you?” No. He was not nice to me, Weston. “Ah, he paid. Marvellous. See? No problem, right?”
       Big problem, I thought, struggling to avoid West’s groping and compose myself at the same time. Big. Huge. Massive problem.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Shake It Up



Toni, West, Pierce and Cari make love, war and all out vitriol in student London - filled with loans, part time jobs, the bank of Mum and Dad, booze and most of all music:

  1. The Rolling Stones Sympathy for the Devil Neptunes Remix
  2. Rudimental ft. Ella Eyre Waiting All Night
  3. Amy Winehouse Back To Black
  4. Ed Sheeran Sing
  5. David Guetta ft Akon Sexy Bitch
  6. Gorgon City Ready For Your Love
  7. Sam Smith Money On My Mind
  8. James Blake Limit To Your Love
  9. Nini (Claude Monnet Remix) Sumo, Clarisse Muvemba
  10. Calvin Harris Sweet Nothings
  11. Avicii Levels 
  12. Rita Ora (Switch Remix) I Will Never Let You Down 
  13. Ben Pearce Remix, Le Youth C O O L  
  14. Gorgon City Here For You
  15. Boxed In All Your Love's Gone
  16. RY X Berlin
  17. The xx Sunset
  18. Deadmau5 Raise Your Weapon
  19. SOHN Lessons
  20. Raleigh Ritchie Stronger Than Ever
  21. Leona Lewis Bleeding Love
  22. James Vincent McMorrow Look Out 
  23. Lorde Buzzcut Season 
  24. John Newman Love Me Again
  25. Ed Sheeran Give Me Love 

Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Sympathy for the Devil


Well now. The Devil is here in all his glory! Blond, cold and a little too perceptive for his own good. Not convinced? I supply one blurb and one excerpt for your consideration....

Sympathy for the Devil on Shara Azod

Blurb. Not bothered.

Toni has met the perfect boy in...
West who unfortunately happens to have a Devil of a best friend called...
Pierce, dangerously cold and incredibly rude. He sees a world of lies in  Toni straight away. His snap decision to split her and West up brings him right into confrontation with...
Cari, Toni's best friend and guardian. In between the war of words, Cari begins to see beyond Pierce's smart mouth and terrible reputation. Horribly, she starts to feel for him.
As much as Pierce is amused and entertained by his manipulations, he wonders if his energy would be better spent pursing Cari, a girl the complete opposite to his type who makes him remember what morals are.
Not devil like at all.

The thing about the Devil is, he didn't start out evil...

Excerpt. You know. Whatever. 

Pierce put his phone away and before I dug into my steak, he swapped ours over. “This is the medium. That’s the rare.”
       “Good catch.” Whatever appetite I’d had before I turned up tonight had probably taken the long tube back to halls.
       “What about family?”
       “My family?”
       “Yes, Antonia, your family.”
       Don’t get me wrong. I love my name. I really do. I appreciate that when people shorten my name, in my head I’ve turned into a Cockney plumber who has three sugars in his tea, has four kids, and always brings home kippers for the missus. But Pierce full-naming me? Not good. It felt like an insult.
       “It’s just me and my dad. Only child. Dad’s still a publican. He runs about three pubs in the East End. He spoils me.”
       “And your last relationship?”
       Yeah. No. “What about it? You know it’d be easier on you to hire a private investigator.”
       He put down his knife and fork to look at me. Without a sneer or curled lip of disdain, he stared at me. I felt X-rayed. “Are you hiding something? What are you so afraid of me knowing?”
       “Nothing,” I lied. “It’s just the most extraordinary interview I’ve ever had. If you must know, my last relationship ended nine months ago. He was a dick. Anything else you want to know? Favourite food? Music? Single friends? No? Great. Fine.”
       He applauded. “Fantastic performance. Matinee show tomorrow?”
       “I’m a nice person,” I insisted, tears prickling uncomfortably in my eyes.
       Pierce shrugged. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
       “Why not accept it until I prove you wrong? Like normal friends do?”
       He picked up his cigarettes and lit one without hesitation. “You know why people talk about me? Because I see right through them. Every single time. They don’t like it. So it’s easier for them to make up shit about me. And therefore, I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt, you are not good enough for my friend.”
       Shaking uncontrollably, I tucked a lock of hair behind my hair. How to make a girl feel like crap in ten seconds? “Can you predict the lottery numbers for next week as well?”
       He blew a plume of smoke over my head. “You’re insecure. You keep making jokes to deflect attention from yourself. That top you’re wearing, you keep tugging at it, because you were talked into buying it, and you certainly didn’t choose to wear it tonight. You cling to whoever can support you at the time. That guarantees you being unfaithful. In the interest of you not ruining my friend’s life… Maybe, I don’t know… Leave him alone?”
       I clutched a hand to my chest as Pierce got to his feet, the cigarette perched on the edge of his lip, counting out fifty-pound notes. I felt as if he’d stabbed me. Right in the chest with his poisonous words.
       “Enjoy the food. The company’s not for me.”
       West awoke with a snort. “I’m up!”
       Pierce slapped him on the shoulder. “And I’m off.”
       Without another word to me, he removed the cigarette and walked through the doors of the pub. His eyes boozy and red, West hung an arm around my stiff shoulders. “All right, my sweet? Was he nice to you?” No. He was not nice to me, Weston. “Ah, he paid. Marvellous. See? No problem, right?”
       Big problem, I thought, struggling to avoid West’s groping and compose myself at the same time. Big. Huge. Massive problem.

Saturday, 26 July 2014

Back Again


It's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Windows is available for purchase again. I've messed around with it enough. With my little added extras, I'm pleased it's back out there for new readers to discover, and for my old faithfuls (you know who you are!). To celebrate the re-release and honour the fact that three years have passed since it was first published, I'm offering it at a 30% discount for the next 3 weeks!! Well I would if Amazon would let me. The discount will take place from 27 August. More deets to follow!

If you don't know how important this book is to me, let me re-share.

Four years ago, my mother and I went to Greece. Our first girls holiday. We fought, we laughed until we cried, we got absolutely muntered and we baked our skins into next level darkness. Metaxa brandy is lethal. I can't tell you everything that was happening in my life at that time, but let's just say the holiday was a looooooooong time coming. And in the midst of sipping the booze, slapping away mosquitoes, I began re-writing a story I made up when I was eleven.

I kept the loose leaves of paper under a mosquito repellent candle and wrote pages and pages by hand. Lady London was the one (under severe influence) who told me to type it up. Let other people read it. Essentially telling me to stop keeping things in. That if I couldn't talk about my feelings, then to express them in writing. So I did.

And 80,000 typed words later in February 2011, it was published. Liked, loathed, loved in varying measures. It amazed me how people connected. Whether they found Gina infuriating or Nick overbearing or the rude auntie Belinda hilarious or Sofia as a star in waiting. To see them telling me how they couldn't believe two people could be so oblivious to each other's feelings for so long (been there, done that) or that the connection between my hero and heroine touched them.

There has rarely been a time in my life when I haven't put pen to paper. While it's allowed me to exercise some squatting demons, it's also allowed me to make the most amazing friends and meet the most incredible people from all over the world. I feel very blessed about what I do and it all started with this book. My first love. So here it is, once again. The story that started it all....

Windows on Amazon

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Son of a Gun




Coming very, very soon...

Sympathy for the Devil

Mr No Fs to Give is almost here! Rather interested to find out how you take to him, if you do at all! The blurb is just below.

Toni has met the perfect boy in...
West who unfortunately happens to have a Devil of a best friend called...

Pierce, dangerously cold and incredibly rude. He sees a world of lies in Toni straight away. His snap decision to split her and West up brings him right into confrontation with...
Cari, Toni's best friend and guardian. In between the war of words, Cari begins to see beyond Pierce's smart mouth and terrible reputation. Horribly, she starts to feel for him. 
As much as Pierce is amused and entertained by his manipulations, he wonders if his energy would be better spent pursing Cari, a girl the complete opposite to his type who makes him remember what morals are. Not devil like at all.
The thing about the Devil is, he didn't start out evil...