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Happy Days!


There’s something sweet about holding a paperback in your hands, even more so when it’s your own hard work. As much as I love my Kindle, there is no competition for the feel and smell of the real deal. Today, so many happy memories were made (except for the air conditioning saga – that’s a story for another day).

First, I woke up to fabulous news from fellow Bindarra Bestseller_cropCreek Romance author, Kerrie Paterson that Home to Bindarra Creek had hit the number 1 spot in Westerns! At one stage we were side by side, but welcomed in new contender at number 2.

10_11_12Then came more great news. Our Dirty Drafters critique group comprised of myself, Jennie Jones and Lily Malone, lined up in a row and paid tribute to good old-fashioned teamwork! We played tag, swapping positions a few times during the day. I couldn’t possibly think of a better sandwich to be in (unless it’s all 13 Bindarra Creek Romances in a row!)

12295484_10208150442224278_4578512998218395724_nLast but not least, my proof copies arrived early and I could feel and smell my book in print. Mums will recognise the expression of pure bliss on their baby’s face when they clutch their favourite blanket or suck that flavoured dummy. Yep, that was me today, sniffing away with a look of bliss on my face at the exotic perfume of fresh ink and newly trimmed paper.

Could life get any better? (Well, with the exception of a working air conditioner in the expected 38 degree celsius heat?) Oh hell no! Fly, Dan and Alice, fly.

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28 Days and Counting


I checked the countdown on my website today and realized there are only 28 days to go to the release of my self-published small town romance, Home to Bindarra Creek, book 6 in A Bindarra Creek Romance.

It’s panic stations here at Dirty Draft headquarters where I’m obsessively checking formatting, spelling, grammar and punctuation across all platforms. I’m driving myself crazy wondering if I’ve missed something despite the army of critique partners, beta readers and editors I’ve had on it. Have I caught all the commas? Have I eradicated gaps in the wrong places or quotation marks that might be out of place? All this and I still have to put it through the Smashwords meatgrinder, quite possibly the most unforgiving publishing software known to man (and woman). But come release day, I know I’ll have done everything in my power to bring you a story I hope you’ll love.

Like my predecessors in this series, I have worked hard to create a town so real you’d like to live there, characters you’d love to have as neighbours and a story that will keep you reading from start to finish. Here’s a little taste of what to expect:

Alice grinned. She adored Edwina, Bindarra Creek’s self-proclaimed psychic and tarot reader. Former town constable Dodge’s wise grandmother saw too much, even without the help of her cards.

“So what do we have here then?” Edwina waved across to where Dan looked as if he was describing something to the two boys whose attention he commanded.

“Discipline 101 Molyneaux-style,” explained Maureen.

“Good looking boy you have there, Maureen. Makes me wish I was a few years younger. Came to have a sticky beak. He has a good aura, a healthy green.” Her glance slid to Alice. “A good match for a tan one.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “I hope you find him a good match then.”

“Good matches, my dear Alice, find each other as long as the shadows let them. Let the rainbows in, girl.”

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