Always Cambridge *New Release* by @AuthorHKCarlton

cambridge72First I’d like to thank Donna for allowing me to unveil my Always Cambridge saga series here. I’m beyond excited to finally see this series published.


The Cambridge idea started with a dream; a boy and a girl on a rooftop. I jotted down that one scene when I woke up and then the story expounded in all directions from there. So much so, that the rooftop scene does not actually take place, until book four and it only vaguely resembles the scene that I originally dreamt.


I wrote the entire first book thinking it was a stand-alone. Just Always Cambridge, and nothing more. But every time I went to bedthat’s where I do most of my thinking; my tales are like bedtime stories for meit wouldn’t leave me in peace. I still had unanswered questions and more story began to unravel. I had to go back and tie up the details; until I was satisfied that Holly’s story was complete. Several years, and six books later, I’m confident that the entire story has been told. And I just can’t wait to share it. The characters have come to mean so much to me; they’ve been with me so long.


The first book is narrated in first person, from the point of view of two of the main characters; Holly Cambridge and her bodyguard, Randy Phillips. And as the series unfolds, a few different voices and views are incorporated as new characters are introduced.


This series ultimately follows Holly from age nine well into her forties.It is violent and angsty, but sweet and romantic in parts too. This is not like some of my other material. The first took is quite tame and appropriate for Holly’s age. The sexual content and violence amps up as the saga continues. And books three and four, get downright explicit, as Holly matures. The AC series comes many unexpected twists and turns, that I hope readers might not anticipate. And my fondest wish is that people fall in love with the players and the story, as I did in the creating of it.


Thanks again, Donna.



The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood and violent teen years and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.



Always Cambridge Book One


He is her guardian, but she’ll do anything within her power, to protect him.

His only duty is to keep her safe, but he can’t save her.


Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step.


At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason.


Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever.


Advisory : This book is the first of a series. It ends with a ‘to be continued’.

But the good thing about this series is you won’t have to wait years between instalments. eXtasy Books will release a new book, the first of every month until the conclusion in September.






Patrick appeared in the doorway of Cambridge’s office. I’d been sitting here all goddamn afternoon trying to figure out what was up with the computer system when all I wanted to do was get back to Holly. It was times like these that I realized I still had a lot to learn. Maybe I should have let her come with me. She would have diagnosed the problem and had it fixed by now. And she’d be with me and I wouldn’t be worried about her and my stomach wouldn’t hurt. I rubbed the back of my neck again trying to brush away the cold feeling.


“Randy! They’ve been hit.”


“Shit! Which patrol?” I asked still distracted. When Paddy didn’t answer right away I looked to where he stood in the door. He was pale and I could see him trembling from where I sat.


“Jeffy and Dale,” he answered gravely.


A cold hole punched into my chest. “Holly?”


He nodded once. “They’re all down.”


I raced past him, pulling on my coat as I ran. I jammed into the nearest car in the courtyard, a whole procession of them were ready to leave. “Hurry the fuck up!” I yelled.


Everyone in the car was talking as we pulled away. I didn’t listen. I couldn’t. My head was buzzing. It was full of noise. My chest hurt. I felt cold but I could feel sweat beading on my forehead and running down my back.


Could we not go any fuckin’ faster?


“Are the cops there?” Someone asked.


“Yeah, cops are everywhere. EMT’s are there too.”


I felt like I was going to jump out of my own skin. “Hurry the fuck up,” I cursed at them as we came to a stop.


“Fuck off, Phillips. I’m goin’ as fast as I can. Traffics backed up because of the…”


I didn’t hear the rest. I couldn’t take it anymore. I bolted from the car and ran towards the food bank. About a block away, I was stopped by cops barring anyone entrance. They had barricades up and yellow tape to keep people out.


Fuck! I had to get to her. I should have been there!


I looked around. Down the alley. Up to the rooftops.


I pushed the guy in front of me hard, so he’d collide with the cop who wouldn’t let me through. While they wrestled, I sprinted down the alleyway, through the back door of the bakery, ran through the store and out the front door. Now I was on the inside of the barricades. There were people everywhere. I kept my head down, moving without being noticed.


The rest of the guys arrived at the cordoned off area. I heard the Cambridge name and the cops into a fuckin’ frenzy. I took off, using them as a distraction. There would be some arrests, I knew. We were armed for this war.


As I approached the food bank I saw broken glass everywhere. The plate glass windows were gone from every store in the vicinity, shattered. As I moved closer to the black Cambridge car I could see that it was riddled with bullet holes.


I saw Dale first. He was face down, his body half on the sidewalk, half on the road. Behind the car, a pool of blood ran like a rivulet down the crease between the curb and the road.


Holly! My mind screamed her name.


Everything around me seemed to be moving in slow motion. Even me. I wanted to go faster but I couldn’t seem to get my body to catch up with my racing mind.


The only thing I could hear was my own ragged breathing and my heartbeat drumming in my ears, and the blaring sirens off in the distance.




Jeffy was on his back, closer to the building. The back of his head was gone.




Trent lay face down on the sidewalk. His big body blocking the door of the food bank, as if he tried to put himself between the bullets and…Holly!


An ambulance was backed up against the curb, back doors wide open. Cops stood in front of the store entrance, taking pictures and numbering spent casings.


Fuck! They were all dead!





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H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of Historical, Erotic & Contemporary Romance.

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Expected Always Cambridge Series Release dates:

April 1

May 1

June 1

July 1

August 1

September 1, 2014

And Coming Soon from Totally Bound:

Gave Good Face

Pre-order: 28th March 2014

Early Download: 11th April 2014

General Release: 9th May 2014

and the sequel Hard and Fast

Pre-order: 25th April 2014

Early Download: 9th May 2014

General Release: 6th June 2014


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Rock Me Gently by HK Carlton – Love this book title @AuthorHKCarlton

I’ve never really bought books on their title or cover alone. I’m more of a read the blurb and see if it interests me type of buyer. I have to admit that as soon as I heard about HK’s new book I had to have it. You see when I was a teenager my favourite Aussie band was Sherbet. I’m sure you’re all shocked to hear that it wasn’t all just about footy players for me 😉 I also had a thing for bass players!

If you’re a fifty-something Aussie you have probably heard of Daryl Braithwaite and the band Sherbet but I doubt anyone outside of Australia would be familiar. One of my favourite Sherbet songs was – you guessed it, Rock Me Gently. Talk about bringing back memories!untitled



 People who don’t learn from their history are doomed to repeat it.

Rock-god Jase West has it all. Millions of adoring fans around the globe, money, women, cars and the talent that afforded him the extravagant lifestyle he enjoys. Until one day, when he takes a good look at himself and doesn’t like what he sees.

After fulfilling his contractual obligations, Jase quits the music business and goes back to school. Re-emerging as Jason Westlake, history teacher.

During Jason’s first set of parent-teacher interviews, he meets Lainey Clarkson, the single mother of one of his students, and he is immediately drawn to her. But Lainey is in the midst of a nasty divorce from a semi-famous pro football player and the last thing she wants is a relationship, especially with someone who is, or has been, in the limelight. However, Jason is pleasantly surprised to find that Lainey has no idea of his alter ego Jase West and decides to keep his celebrity status a secret for the time being until she falls for him. Reasoning that by then it will be too late for her to just walk away.

But when Lainey finds out that she has been lied to and manipulated again, Jason has to put on the performance of his life to win her back. Or for once, will the guy who’s used to getting everything lose out on the best thing that’s ever happened to him?

Excerpt: (m/f contemporary erotic romance)

Jason pulled the Hummer into the recreational area and parked then came around to her side. Jason opened the door and reached for her. Standing on the running board, she was almost as tall as him. She wound her arms around his neck and he encircled her waist.

Lainey pushed his shades up so that she could see his eyes. His erection was already twitching and nudging its way up against her tummy. “You didn’t ask what I thought about what happened right before Jill called.”

His jaw tightened and he swallowed hard, then asked, “What did you think?”

“I think you must be very well-endowed, but I’m just going by feel.” She grinned.

He let out a painful sounding groan. “That’s it, we are getting right back in this truck.”

“Naw-uh.” Lainey attempted to push past him but he held her tightly.

“Well, I can’t walk around like this all day.” He prodded her with his hard-on.

“Then let’s just throw the blanket down and we can eat and talk. We don’t have to hike if you’re not able.” She grinned. “And maybe later we could neck.”

He dove for her mouth but she turned her cheek. “I’m going to kiss you, remember? Your rules.”

“Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not an English teacher.” She smiled, stepping off the running board.

Jason retrieved the cooler from the back and followed as she led them to a fairly secluded spot in a little copse of trees. They spread out the blanket and unpacked the food.

“Are you hungry?” Lainey asked.

“Starving and not for food,” he answered.

“You are a very impatient man, Mr Westlake. We’ve only known each other, what, five days?”

He stretched out on the blanket. “But I’ve wanted you since the minute I laid eyes on you so I’ve been waiting seventy-two hundred minutes and counting. If you think of it that way, I am a very patient man.”

She smiled. “You wanted me to what?” she flirted.

“Do you really want me to answer that? Because I’m very good with detail and I can be quite explicit and raunchy.”

“Mmm, maybe later. But that reminds me. I brought you something.” She stretched to reach for her purse and felt his hand slide up her thigh to cup her bottom.

She gave him a mock look of severity.

“What? I like what you brought me.”

“Not that, huh. This.”

“A book,” he said, less than enthusiastically.

“Not just any book. Historical romance.”

“Oh?” he replied, in the same tone.

“I could read you all the dirty parts.”

“Although at any other time that would be titillating, I honestly couldn’t take sexy words coming from those lips right now. Not unless I was buried between those beautiful thighs while you read.”

“As if I could concentrate enough to read if you were.”

“Are you finished teasing me?”

“Probably not.”

“I’m seriously going to die today.”

“Regardless of what they tell you, you can’t actually die from that. Besides, once we do that, we can’t go back. It’s not like there will ever be that mystery again. Isn’t it exciting all this anticipation?”

“No, anticipation is just downright painful. Wait a minute.” He sat up straighter. “You said once we do that. Not if.”

Choosing to ignore that, she said, “Do you store your guitar in that Hummer or did you put it in there so that you could play it?”

“You’re not going to answer that, are you?” At the negative shake of her head he said, “I thought I might play it.”

“Why don’t you then? Take your mind off your troubles.”

Jason gave a small nod. Lainey watched him walk back to the truck, admiring his fine ass as he did so.

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Gard Marschand – The Classic Anti-hero. HK Carlton stops by to talk about her new book The Devil Take You.

H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of historical, erotic and contemporary romance. She lives in Ontario with her hard working husband and lovely teenage daughter. She also has two grown sons. Currently, she is working on several projects in many different genres, in varying states of completion.

Today my TEB release buddy HK Carlton comes back to pay a visit. HK and I released our debut books around the same time and we have been cyber pals ever since.  We also shared the same wonderful editor, Amy (who has since moved on from Total-E-Bound to concentrate on her own writing career.) 

HK is quite obsessed with Scotland, so its no shock that this book is set in that region. I have been able to tease HK relentlessly of late because in a few weeks I will be in Scotland to attend a wedding at Dundas Castle. She is sooo jealous and I’ve promised to send her lots of postcards –  so she can see what she is missing.  I’m such a good friend 😉

So HK, tell us about Gard and The Devil Take You.

Gard Marschand — The Classic Anti-hero

Last week, my second historical romance The Devil Take You was released by MuseItUp Publishing. This book was inspired by not only my love for Scottish and British history, but I also wanted to challenge, myself to write something a little different, something that might shake up the historical romance genre a little bit.

Traditionally, the male protagonist in historical romance is portrayed by a character who is admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities. He rides in, swoops in, or sails in, to save the day.

Now, even I have read historicals where the male lead starts out as a rake or a bounder, but once he rescues the heroine, slays the villain, or solves the problem, he then finds love with the female lead and he is all of a sudden reformed, forgiven and held in high esteem.

I wanted to write an anti-hero; a severely flawed, cruel and malevolent character with no hope of ever being rehabilitated.

Meet Gard Marschand—an evildoer of epic proportions. Marauder, murderer, rapist, thief; a man hell bent on revenge. He is prepared to do anything, no matter how heinous to accomplish his goals. Gard possesses zero heroic qualities whatsoever and is proud of it. But even in his own wickedness, he still holds to his own moral code, skewed as it may seem to decent folk. Nevertheless, in the end, there will be no forgiveness or reform for Gard; his past deeds too countless and excessively appalling for any kind of absolution.

So, how then, do we make a romance out of that?

That was the fun part of writing this book. It was challenging right from the beginning but I knew that I had to create the right woman with a combination of strength, resilience and an overabundance of, if not understanding, at the very least acceptance, for a man who has no remorse for any of his wrongdoings and with no inclination or desire to change. Braelynn Galbraith began as the woman in the wrong place at the wrong time and she eventually evolved into a character that could stand toe to toe with the devil and hold her own.

I hope readers will enjoy the clash of Gard and Brae as much as I loved writing it.

Thank you for hosting me again, Donna! It is always a blast On the Bench!



TheDevilTakeYou_200x300The Devil Take You

Scotland – 1307 – During the Scottish Wars of Independence

Gard Marschand will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost. Concealing his true identity, he will associate with his enemies, kill his own countrymen, even sell his soul to the devil if all else fails. He will lie, cheat, steal, rape and siege his way across two countries gaining power and reputation in his malevolent wake. His determination all consuming, until King Edward commands Gard to lay siege on Ross-shire holding, where Braelynn Galbraith obliterates his single-minded purpose.

Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Callum, and a house full of children. In that order. But evil incarnate in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage.

Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need of revenge for a love that might just save his soul, or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?

Excerpt:  The Devil Take You

Brae needed something to do. The thought of waiting for Marschand to return, especially in his present mood, was putting her on edge. Gazing out the tent flap, the smell of meat cooking set her stomach growling. Surely it would be permissible for her to help with the evening meal. She moved to step out.

“I wouldna.” The voice to her right belonged to Bain. “Marsch be in a temper.” He did not even look her way.

“And Llach?” she asked worriedly.

“Here, Braelynn.” He was on the opposite side of his usual place.

She heaved a sigh of relief, afraid Marsch would have taken out his misery on Llachlan for helping her.

Brae was not given anything else to eat. She laid on the pallet and cried herself to sleep. Mercifully, Marsch did not join her. Brae slept until she heard the rest of the camp rising. Then she dressed and waited for the canvas to come down and travel for the day to begin again.

She was not sure who she would ride with or if the day would begin with

walking. She would not walk too far without eating. She was starving.

Brae waited outside where Marsch’s tent stood only moments ago, when he appeared at her shoulder soundlessly. “Did you eat?”


“Why not? Do you think if you do not eat that in death you will escape me?”

“Nay, it had no’ occurred ta me, but it is somethin’ ta keep in mind. Thank ye fer the suggestion.”

His lips tightened.

“As usual I am no’ allowed ta leave yor quarters, but no one brings me food. And ye are off doin’ wha’e’er it is tha’ ye do. Ya might think ta be nicer ta the one ye need ta rely on.”

His eyes narrowed. “You grant yourself too much importance.”

She continued, perhaps stupidly after Hudson’s warning. “Ye ne’er ken when I could miss a word or reword a message or jus’ plain no’ read the whole o’ it. Puttin’ ye in a bad position.” Her own eyes narrowed deviously as she spoke. “Ye migh’ want ta think aboot tha’ the next time ye be dolin’ oot yor punishments. I can be vindictive too. And it would seem ye have a whole lot more ta lose than I do.” She walked away and he grabbed her braid, hauling her back painfully.

His black eyes glittered as he pulled on her hair so she had no choice but to look up at him. “Why do you not learn?”

“And why dinna ye learn? I think I jus’ made meself perfectly clear.” Slowly, she reached down in hopes that no one would detect the movement.

“And if you are of no use to me, then I have no use for you. Do not bite the hand that feeds you, Mistress Galbraith, is that not what you said?”

“No one feeds me, Marschand, be tha’ no’ wha’ preceded this particular argument.”

“And perhaps the withholding of food may continue, Miss…” He stopped

speaking as soon as his own blade cut into his skin, a warm trickle ran down his neck.

His mouth quirked, his black eyes lighting from within. He was the most onfounding man, she thought.

He was proud of her. “Ya see, Marsch, I am learnin’. Soon ye willna be able ta push me aroond.”

“Ye need ta be willin’ to use it, Brae.” He took hold of her wrist and applied enough pressure that she was forced to drop the blade. “Or I will continue to push ye around all I wish.” He ground his hips into her letting her know what kind of pushing he meant. “But it was a splendid attempt.” He winked. “I did enjoy the blood letting. Ruadh!” he yelled to his squire. “You are neglecting your duties. Mistress Galbraith has not been fed this morn.”

The boy glared at her before he turned to find her something.

“And ye dinna think he will spit or somethin’ far worse in my fair after bein’ set down.”

“He wouldna dare.”

“Mayhap no’ ta ye he wouldna but he has na like fer me.”

“Good. I am glad to know there is at least one male in this camp not sniffing at your skirt.”

“Na one is interested in ma skirt now tha’ they believe I have been wit’ ye.”

“Aye and tha’s why Llach of Skye be pickin’ ye off the ground when I am done wit’ ye, eh?”

“He was jus’ bein a gentleman.”

Marsch snorted.

“He has a sweetheart.”

He snorted again. “Be she here?”


“Then he doesna have a sweetheart.”

“Ya canna tell me tha’ all men are like tha’.”

“Hudson is the most loyal steadfast man I ken and e’en he canna honour his vows.”

Ruadh, the squire approached with a hunk of bread in his hand. He thrust it at her. Brae reached out to touch it, but Marsch grabbed it out of her reach and raised it toward his mouth. The squire’s eyes widened at the action. Marsch paused with the morsel half-way to his mouth.

“May I eat this?” he asked his squire quietly but firmly.

“Nay, Sir. ’Twas no’ meant fer ye,” the boy said swallowing hard.

“You will prepare her food as if it were meant for me. You may never know when I might take it right out of her mouth and put it in mine own. Do you understand me, Ruadh?”

“Aye, Sir.”

Marsch tossed it to the ground at his feet. “Now, you will eat it.”

The boy’s eyes darted and his lips trembled. He hesitated before bending to pick it up. He swallowed stiffly again before opening his mouth and closing his eyes, cringing. It made Brae wonder what he had done to it.

“Marsch, dinna make him,” she whispered, feeling sorry for the boy.

“He was about to have you consume it.”

“I ken, but….”

“T’will be a lesson for both of you.”

She looked up at him in question.

“He will learn not to tamper with what is mine. And you will learn that you are not the only one I dole out punishment on.” Crossing his muscular arms he watched the squire eat every last crumb.

You will go wash your hands and you will prepare a portion for Mistress Galbraith properly or you will prepare to return from whence you came. I will not tolerate your treachery yet again.”

“Aye, Lord Marschand.”

“You will apologize to Mistress Galbraith.”

His lip curled. “I am repentant, Mistress,” he intoned, as one would expect a

boy of his age being forced to apologize for something he was clearly not

remorseful for.

Marsch moved with his incredible speed that unnerved her. He clouted the lad in the side of the head with such force she heard the thud and closed her eyes, not sure what to do. If she defended the child, would it just make things worse for the both of them? Marsch was so unpredictable she was afraid that he would see her interference as another affront to his authority. Or perhaps he would turn around and strike her as well. Or worse.

“You will apologize with sincerity,” Marsch demanded, his voice deep and


“I apologize fer me behaviour, Mistress Galbraith. It willna happen again,” he said gasping, trying valiantly not to cry in front of his master.

Brae had no problem letting her tears fall.

“Go wash and begin again,” Marsch said harshly. “And quit your snivelling. Be a man.”

Marsch turned back to her.

“I hate you,” she said.

His mouth ticked in the corner and his eyes were a light brown. “Ye are learnin, Brae.”
The Devil Take You © 2013 by H K Carlton

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Being an Australian the first image that comes to mind when I think of Scottish history is this one – imagesCA4DMJEEMel Gibson in Braveheart 😉

Thanks for joining me today HK. I’m looking forward to reading The Devil Take you on my flight to Europe…only 9 more sleeps!

HK Carlton is On the Bench

H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of erotic, historical and contemporary romance. But more importantly she loves sport. We have developed a strong friendship, starting from our common ties with Total-E-Bound, we both published our first books around the same time and developed through many emails back and forth, where we shared our love of all things sport and family. We found we have a lot in common – both our sons at some stage in their lives have been hookers. HK’s still is!  Now before you all start heading down the wrong path…Yes, it is a rugby term 😉


So, I am very happy to announce that HK Carlton is finally On the Bench, and will be sharing  with us two of her wonderful books.


Within this frame, his curse is time…

Hannah Keys thinks she’s setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she’s renaming it the vacation from hell.

When Hannah Keys discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist’s masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.

Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.

But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?

Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…

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We all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.

Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.

After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.

Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!

After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.

Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?

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On the Bench  Author Interview.

What was the first book you had published?

Swap; an erotic contemporary romance from Total-E-Bound

What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract?

I stared at the computer screen for a moment with my mouth hanging open. I think I said Oh my God, repeatedly before I yelled for my husband to come and have a look.

Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why?

Swap will always hold a special place because it was just such a great experience from the moment I had first contact with my editor right through to release day. I couldn’t have asked for anything more as an introduction into the publishing world. And it seemed to set in motion a series of acceptances that I never could have imagined. You Found Me will always be dear to me because it was the first book that I sent out into the publishing world. It was my baby. It started this whole dream for me. But I am also having an awesome time editing The Devil Take You (historical romance) which comes out in April and I love the hero in this one, because he is not a typical hero. He’s really not a nice guy at all. It’s different.

Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood?

I am not disciplined at all. And I don’t really have to wait for the muse to arrive either. It’s always there. Knock wood. That is my biggest fear though, that some day the ideas will just stop. But finding the time to just sit and write for as long as I want to, is another story. I also have days though, where I just can’t seem to get anything right. Nothing flows right or I can’t spell or come up with that one word that would just make the paragraph perfect.

What was the last book you read?

If I ever find some time, I am dying to start Karen Marie Moning’s ICED.

What are you working on now?

At the moment editing The Devil Take You, and also working on an erotic contemporary.

What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own?

Fantasy, maybe.

When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed?

Feisty and focussed. I want to get right to it.


Hughphoto Lucus Neil


Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour!

A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory.

I love so many different sports: hockey, football (not footy) but CFL/NFL. I like car racing (Nascar), cage fighting, occasionally boxing, and I like rugby because I have watched it while siting in cold cement bleachers in the sleet in Canada in November because my son is a hooker. Yay! Go #2. (Donna please explain this position so people don’t take that the wrong way) LOL.               *D  – No…if they don’t know the term why should we spoil it…sounds more interesting to say both are sons are/were hookers!

I also like to watch Sevens on TV, but we don’t get it very often over here, but it is getting more popular because now Rugby is an Olympic Sport, ya’all. Woohoo! Finest quads and glutes you’ll ever see. Now, in hockey I am a Toronto Maple Leafs and a Boston Bruins fan. I love love love Patrice Bergeron from the Bruins. Are you sorry now that you asked this question, Donna because I could name several men from every one of these sports that I would like to…WRITE A BOOK ABOUT…that’s really not what I was going to say, but there you go. 😀

                      *D – I decided to make Patrice an honorary Aussie for the day and put his photo above…

Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician?

Okay, I have a list: Julian McMahon, Daniel Goddard, Jesse Spencer, Hugh Jackman, Simon Baker, Chris Hemsworth, Keith Urban, Sam Worthington, and my daughter and I were really big fans of Heath Ledger.    *D- Bit greedy HK, you can’t have them all, but nice choices, and I am now a huge fan of Keith Urban after his recent concert  😉

Your view on Vegemite?

I have never tried it, but I think I would prefer to sample the Tim Tams instead.

Can I interest you in poutine and a beer? Mmmm! Now that’s good stuff! 😀         *D – poutine?? What is this??

Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque?

BBQ (and a beer)

Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool?

Relaxing by the pool with a nice cold… Mike’s Hard Lemonade (you thought I was going to say beer again.)

Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit?

I’m thinking New South Wales. I believe there is a fantastic tour guide located there, that would show me all the best spots, keep me laughing and hold the best conversation and I’d provide the wine. Cheers, my friend, and thank you for having me On The Bench today.

You are most welcome HK and I would be delighted to show you around Sydney. We have plenty of fine beers I can tempt you with 🙂 By the way HK did I mention I was going to Scotland? (hehehehe!) –  Sorry, that is an inside joke.

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