Hi loves, I know I’ve been a little quieter than usual lately, but summer holidays have very much been summer holiday-ing over here. Between kids, life, work, trying to remember what day it is, and squeezing work into whatever tiny gaps appear, I’ve been trying to enjoy the slower pace a little… even if my brain has absolutely not stopped thinking about books. And speaking of books: Play & Pretend is getting so close. 🥹 If you’re impatient and want to get your hands on Seren and Jake’s story...

Hello, my loves! I hope you’re staying cool, drinking water and not making direct eye contact with your electricity bill while every fan in the house runs at full speed. The UK has apparently decided it would like to cosplay as the surface of the sun, football has taken over approximately seventy-eight percent of all conversations, and Love Island continues to prove that communication skills are entirely optional when everyone involved is wearing swimwear. Meanwhile, I have been indoors...

First of all… the subject says it all. Rugby. Thighs. ALL MINE. Book two of The Coastal Try Series is back in my hands. That’s right, edits have arrived. Which means I’ve entered what can only be described as the editing cave where time no longer exists, my to-do lists keeps multiplying, and every sentence suddenly looks suspicious. If you ever wondered what the author version of a rugby tackle looks like, it’s me currently wrestling with a manuscript while muttering things like, “this scene...