Mega Lesfic Sale


Hi Everyone,

Hope you’re all having a great Christmas! We’re taking it easy, with nice food and wine, and lots of presents for the dogs and the cat. An IQ test for animals that my brother bought them, revealed that El Comandante is very intelligent, but Buddy and Kanye (the cat) not so much 🙂 As expected, the cat was more interested in the packaging than the presents, so we brought him more empty boxes from the attic, which have been spread around the living room overnight and he’s loving it. Besides being festive, I’m writing today, and my wife is reading, as I’m sure many of you are. Well here’s some good news for you!

As part of the Mega Lesfic Sale, organized by I Heart Lesfic, both Lily’s Fire and Beyond the Skyline will now be on sale from the 26th until the 29th of December. Get your copy  today for only $1.99! There are more than fifty authors participating in this event, so it’s a great chance to stock up on books and kick start the new year with lots of reading.

We wish you all a festive boxing day and a fantastic New Year. May it be your best one yet! Meanwhile, I’ll be writing my resolutions…




The Cruise – Coming soon

cover finalWhen Cara is unable to find a job in journalism, she takes on a seasonal job on a cruise ship together with Billie, her best friend’s girlfriend. Billie isn’t her type at all, but as the two grow closer during their time at sea, Cara finds herself torn between her loyalty towards her friend Dan, and her growing feelings for the beautiful and flirtatious Billie, who might very well be the best thing that ever happened to her.

What do you do when the only thing you want is the one thing you can’t have? Keeping a distance is hard when opposites attract. And running away is pointless when desire can cross oceans…

I’m so pleased to announce that The Cruise will be out on January the 13th, 2018. I was initially aiming for Christmas, but January seemed more appropriate for a launch as there will be a big lesfic sale on at the end of December. Of course, Lily’s Fire and Beyond the Skyline will be part of this sale too, so if you haven’t read them yet, here’s your chance to get a kindle copy for only $1.99.

Have a lovely Christmas everyone! 🙂

Beyond the Skyline is out :)

I’m so glad that ‘Beyond the Skyline’ is finally out on Amazon. I can’t say it’s been easier, writing the second book. I’ve been terrified to dissapoint people who really liked ‘Lily’s Fire’ and have been dreading to press the ‘publish’ button. After reviewing the manuscript more than ten times, I finally gathered the courage to do it. Sometimes it’s best not to think about it too much and that’s what I’m trying to do now. I’m happy with the result and I hope my readers will enjoy it. The story is mainly set in Hong Kong, one of my favorite cities in the world.

Blurb: Sophie Scott is a privileged but hard working London girl who’s had just about enough of her mother’s obsessive attempts to set her up with an eligible bachelor. She has no interest in dating and has never been in love. When she meets her new colleague Mel on a business trip to Hong Kong, her whole world is turned upside down by the beautiful and independent woman who couldn’t be more different from her. It’s hard to hide from love in a city that never dims its lights. But love is never easy when everything you know changes…

Next week, I’ll be reading from ‘Beyond the Skyline’ at the Happy Valley Pride Festival in Hebden Bridge so please feel free to join me on 8/8/2017 at 7 pm at Ribbon Circus. The talented lesfic authors Jen Silver, Cari Hunter, Robyn Nyx and Brey Willows will read from their books too and the event is free. I’m really looking forward to meeting these ladies as we only know each other from Facebook!

In the meantime, I’m trying to decide what to write next. It’s an exciting stage, when the pages are blank and all possibilities are open. I’ve had this idea about a cruiseship that I can’t seem to get out of my head so I’ll be doing some research today. Any suggestions are welcome 🙂

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When you can’t keep your tiny dog under control!


El Comandante was a proper pain in the ass last weekend. We were traveling to London for Easter celebrations and a bit of downtime to write. I needed to check some facts as part of my next book is set in London so it seemed like a great idea to spend some time there.

Our dog is convinced it’s all about him, though. As soon as we got on the train, he jumped in one of the window seats, ready to watch the world go by. I tried to explain to him that that wasn’t his seat. I told him I was very sorry that I hadn’t been able to get him his usual due to my late booking but that I’d reserved another one especially for him. I always put my coat on his chair and he jumps on straight away but last week, he wasn’t having any of it. When I tried to remove him, he growled at me so I left him to it in the silent hope no one would arrive with that particular seat number. Buddy was a good boy, as usual. He lay down under the table and fell straight into a blissful sleep.

Unfortunately, after the first stop, a man walked up to us. “Excuse me, ” he said. “I believe someone is sitting in my seat.” He stared at the dog with a mixture of amusement and mild annoyance. El Comandante ignored the man, blatantly turning his back to him. I tried to negotiate with the passenger, selling the original isle chair I’d reserved for El Comandante. He was nice but politely declined. “I’d really like the window seat if you don’t mind,” he said.

And so it began. I lifted my dog of his seat. He doesn’t like to be picked up so he got grumpy and showed his teeth to both of us. When I put him in his own seat, he jumped off immediately, straight into the lap of the intruder who took his place. He sat down as if there was nothing strange about sitting there and continued staring out of the window with a smug look on his face. The man in question seemed rather taken aback by his action. I tried and I tried but nothing could keep El Comandante away from his window. After a while, I think the man sensed my desperation and lack of ability to keep my own tiny dog under control and moved to another seat.

Finally, El Comandante fell asleep. Until the food cart came by, selling bacon rolls, croissants and beverages. It was the bacon smell that woke him up and when I didn’t buy him one, he watched the cart roll away with the most hurtful expression I’ve ever seen and started howling like I was physically mistreating him. It was the most awful noise. Heads turned. I had no other choice but to buy him one. He took great care in consuming his meal, making sure none of the bread was swallowed. That, he spat out on the floor and Buddy, who’s already overweight, ate it, along with his own bacon roll.

A little later, a young boy entered the carriage. “Look mommy, it’s a doggy. Can we sit here?” El Comandante looked up and exposed his teeth immediately but the kid was super excited, even when I had to hold my dog back for fear of snapping at him. His mother looked worried. “Let’s go find another seat, she said. “I’m sure there’s lots of other places to sit in the train and the doggy looks tired.”

Upon arrival at St Pancras, I had another challenge to deal with. Buddy, our good boy, is terrified of changing surfaces. When exiting the carpeted train, he panics when the surface changes underneath his feet and will immediately go flat, frog style. I have to pick him up and drag both him and my suitcase along until we’re outside.

El Comandante had no sympathy for his brother’s nervousness.  He pulled the lead so hard that it slipped out of my hand and that gave him the perfect opportunity to run after the poodle he’d been eyeing up all journey. Within a split second, he was gone, leaving me to run after him with twelve kilos of dog in one hand and twenty kilos of luggage in the other. I only caught up with him outside the train station because the poodle had left in a taxi. He was looking lost and heartbroken next to the taxi stand, oblivious to the fact that I was furious and out of breath. Then he lifted his leg and casually pissed on someone’s bag.

When we arrived at the house two hours later, I was exhausted and quite ready to kill him. But there were two really big dogs there, running around, defending their territory. He looked lost and once again, I forgave him. I opened my arms and he jumped in, burying his face in my neck.




‘So when will you two love birds be starting a family?’ my sister-in-law asked me for the second time during a family get-together last weekend.

‘I can’t, unfortunately,’ I answered sadly. ‘Babies scare me. I was attacked by a pack of them when I was little, and have never gotten over it. Their teeth are like needles when they’re young. They gang up on you, especially when you start running. It’s…’ She held up a hand for me to stop talking and rolled her eyes at my lame joke. Then she handed me my two-year old niece, who has absolutely no interest in me.

‘Well I don’t think you know what you’re missing.’

Another phrase we hear quite often is: “It’s possible for two women to adopt, you know”. Or: “You could always get a donor.” As if we’re completely oblivious to all the ways for us to have children in this country that thankfully allows it. If I snap after having to defend our choice over and over again, my attacker will look at me as if I’m the unreasonable one.

Why is it that, as soon as you’re in a stable relationship and of a certain age, people start pressuring you into having babies? As if it concerns them personally? As if it will affect their own happiness if you don’t? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a baby-hating asshole but I do happen to prefer puppies. My wife does too and so we agreed not to go down the children-route together.

Unfortunately, people around us refuse to respect that decision. They will hand me their babies at any given opportunity and tell me ‘it suits me’. I’m not sure what that means. My new shades suit me too but that doesn’t mean I want to commit to them for life. What the baby-naggers fail to see is that babies are just as uncomfortable around me as I am around them. It’s like they can smell the fear on me. They take one good look before they start crying and waving their little arms around, desperately searching for the safety of their mum. “Get me away from her! Now! She doesn’t know what she’s doing!”

Besides the fact that babies don’t like me, I’m not very good with them because I’m not used to being around them and I don’t know how to communicate on their level. It makes me extremely stressed, knowing that I’m responsible for the safety and wellbeing of such a tiny creature. Maybe I’m traumatised due to my failures in the past. The first time I looked after my godson, I forgot him on the tram and only realised he was still on there in his pram when it drove off and an angry woman yelled after me to come and get my damn baby. I’ve never ran so fast in my life. When I looked after a three year old in the South of France a couple of years ago, he arrived at school with chocolate around his mouth, different shoes and his sisters’ sweater on inside out. He seemed so capable that I just assumed he could do everything himself and it didn’t look all that bad to me.

During our family weekend, I took up the challenge to bond with my little niece. I don’t see them very often and I wanted to prove that I was perfectly capable of having a good time with kids. My wife is great with kids and they always seem to like her immediately so I observed her and tried to put myself in their shoes the way she did. Four days is a long time so you would think they eventually warm to you if you just try hard enough, right? So I tried. And I tried. Clay? Lego? Barbies? “No!” was the stern answer to everything I suggested. I gave up on day three after I asked her if she wanted to go outside and feed the ducks. She looked me in the eyes and said: “Leave me alone.” Her mother was beaming with pride because apparently, that was the longest sentence she’d ever constructed.