Saturday, December 28, 2013

This Blog is Moving

Seven years. Over 1,100 posts. Over half a million page views.  And its time for a new start in a new space.

From 1 January 2014 this old blog is officially retired.  But the ranting, raving and jam recipes will be  continuing, just as they have always been.

You can find me at
See you there!

Saturday, August 03, 2013


Out Now!!

“Oh Sarah Easton —” A cold digital voice mocked her. “It’s about to begin. Send the virus.”
Cold horror washed over Dimity. She jabbed the phone’s off button and dropped it on the table.
A noise, the rough grate of wood on metal, startled her. Numbers curled across her mind as a migraine inched closer.
“It’s the stove.” She spoke out loud, to break the quiet.
Beau – the labrador – cozy and content at the base of the wood-burning stove, continued to sleep as if he’d spent the morning chasing rabbits.
Which he hadn’t.
Unless bacon was involved, Beau never ran.
The silence of the house closed back around her.
She scooped up the phone, hesitating, waiting, and hoping the suffocating dread would dissipate. It didn’t. Then she hooked the handset back into its base, flicked open the dishwasher and unloaded the dirty cups and glasses she’d stacked there in a rare burst of domesticity that morning.
Someone hammered on the front door. A thick white mug, with the faded words Nerd Girl on it, slipped from her fingers, bounced off the side of the dishwasher door and shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor.
Jake? It couldn’t be him. He had a key and was in the south of France. But no one ever came to visit, she made sure of it.
The person hammered again.
“Shit,” she muttered. “This stupid life.”

Friday, August 02, 2013


Wow! Just WOW!! Pursuit is shooting up the bestseller lists.  Huge thanks to everyone who has bought a copy...

Legendary hacker, Dimity Pond, is on the run from the law.  
Her landlord’s sold her home, her money has disappeared along with her two-timing husband, a cyber-terrorist named Nemesis is forcing her to wreak havoc with a nasty virus and she's developing a vile migraine.
Six years ago, Nemesis framed Dimity for the collapse of one of Europe's biggest banks. The money was never found, and the bank's failure caused untold damage to its customers. She's been living under the radar ever since. The only way she can clear her name and live a normal life is to uncover Nemesis's identity, but he's always one step ahead.
Since Lord Richard Summerhayes left the Special Forces he's built the best disaster-recovery network in the world, known as The Bunker. Banks, militaries, airports and other major systems around the world rely on him as the last unshakeable digital fortress in the face of disaster. Richard has been keeping an eye on his neighbor who has a dubious hacking past. He doesn't like hackers, and when someone nukes his network with an intriguing new virus he knows exactly who to blame. But when he confronts her, he gets a whole lot more than he bargained for.
When Nemesis commits an unthinkable act of terrorism, the last hope is an encrypted file that only Dimity can crack. Will Nemesis manipulate Dimity into helping him wipe out the world's biggest financial center? Or can Richard and Dimity take Nemesis down once and for all?

“My name is Susan Kiffler.” The woman had a cultured English accent that perfectly matched her outfit.
Kiffler? Dimity’s heart stopped.
The woman scrabbled around in her gigantic mauve handbag. “This is a photo of me and my husband, Jake Kiffler, on our wedding day.” She held out a picture with a hand that shook. Not just trembling, but shaking, like an online gamer at the end of a forty-eight hour session, down to his last quart of caffeinated beverage.
Dimity took the photo from the trembling hand and stared at it, trying to make out what it meant. A stunned, sledgehammered feeling made it hard to concentrate. Thoughts skittered out of her grasp and fragmented, like the smashed mug.
One thing was certain.
Jake was the groom who smiled at her from the photo.
“He said it was a disaster, that his first marriage only lasted a few months.” Dimity lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes. Jake knew her secrets. He’d helped her create a vague sort of life.
Hiding. Isolated.
“Jake Kiffler and I have been married for eleven years.” The woman pulled out a piece of paper and waved it at Dimity. It was a wedding certificate. “We’re not divorced. He’s still my husband.” She pointed to his name on the paper, then put it carefully away.
“Get away from my house.” Dimity reached forward and flicked the photograph back into the gaping bag. “Go away.”
Susan grabbed her wrist. “He’s disappeared. We’ve got two children.”

Thursday, August 01, 2013

PURSUIT - out now!

Its 1 August and Pursuit is finally released.

Cannot describe how excited I am!!  You guys are going to love this book...

When Dimity and Richard first meet its not exactly love at first sight...

The purr of a powerful engine made her glance around. A luxurious car cautiously made its way into the yard, its fat tires creeping through the mud.
A pitchfork leaned against the side of the stables. Dimity grabbed it and stepped out in front of the car. It jerked to a halt, and its driver stared over the steering wheel, as if deciding whether he could run her over and get away with it. Then, with a slow shake of his head, he turned off the engine.
“You’re Dimity Pond,” he said with grim resignation as he got out of the car. He was taller than she’d imagined, lean and dressed entirely in black. His hair was dark brown, same as his eyes, and he had the pale skin of a cave-dweller. There were deep lines of strain around his eyes.
He took a step toward her, keeping a close watch on the pitchfork.
 She tightened her grip.
 “And you’re Richard Summerhayes.”
This couldn’t be about the virus – it was untraceable – so she glared at him, though he didn’t seem to notice. Instead he glanced down, frowning as his black boots sank into the mud. There was a controlled rigidity about him, as if every movement was planned. He wasn’t quite what she’d expected.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Alpaca a Lunch

The kids and I headed off to Mum's place last week to do some Alpaca hugging.

This lovely lady is Hermoine, she's always been the tamest in the herd and even though she's just had a little cria she's still happy to be made a fuss of.
Hermoine the Alpaca
They're looking a bit of a motley bunch because they roll in dust to clean and protect their coats.

No one wanted my lucerne.
Okay, who wants some lovely lucerne?
That's Christmas Carol - the little cria that was born on Christmas Eve
No one at all :(
I'll take that as a no then
That's Hermoine's cria in the background, he's two weeks old
In other news, I've got two blog tours coming up and am buried in interviews and guest posts.  I've got some lovely stuff to give away (including timtams) so I hope everyone gets a moment to comment and enter the comps.

The first one, for Drive Me To Distraction, kicks off in a week...
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No rest for the wicked!

Monday, March 25, 2013

Warp Speed Mr Sulu...

Things are back up to Warp Speed.

On the weekend I made a lot of lists, many of which began with...
1) Stop eating easter eggs
2) Clean house
3) Budget
4) Buy new bra
5) Save whales

I call these lists, To Do (Eventually), and usually happen upon them in several months time only to find I can't tick a single thing off

Some lists are so much more fun, like this one below, I call it To Do (Writing)
  • Write Running With The Hunted - its turned into a trilogy.
  • Do a Maggie Lawson course
  • Send out newsletter (sign up HERE) oh there will be prizes!
  • Edits for The Bunker (out July 2013)
  • Write guest posts for the Danger Game blog tour (fifteen of them, yikes)...
It starts in a month!
Of course being at warp speed is not without consequences...

Mt Washmore has reached epic proportions

With more still on the line (they may have been there for some time)
Half a tree fell on the washing line and broke it, sigh
 And the pool is still breeding new life forms...

And so it continues, much as it has always been

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Press-ganged relatives may never leave...

After a hiatus of some years the newsletter is back!

Coming out monthly its going to keep subscribers up to date with my latest releases, plus there will be heaps of give-aways, exclusive stories and some really neat surprises...

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Five Fabulous Things In My Garden

This time of year my garden is not at its best. Searing summer heat and gales followed by high humidity and rain make everything look tatty.

But there's still fabulousness.  Its a garden, so there's always fabulousness...

1. Purple something plants (can't remember the name right now) and my ever faithful helper, the dog.

2. Hairy old carrots

3. Green chillies

4. Crab-apples, ready to be made into crab-apple jelly (they're called Crab-apples because they're so astringent that you make a face like a crab when you eat one. I tried it on the kids. Its true).

5. Granny Smiths.  Our Granny Smith tree is groaning with fruit this year.  Nothing beats sending the kids out to pick their own snack!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

An Escapade

I'm involved with a thing.  Yes, yes. An Escapade.  Its actually rather cool...

Thirty Escape authors have got together and are writing a story. One author. One day. 200 words.  Romance for sure. But authors who write all kinds of romance; suspense, erotica, paranormal...You never know what's coming next.

I'm third on the list, and my contribution will be up on Saturday 16th :)

Read the first 200 words from Rhian Cahill HERE and check back every date for the latest instalment.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Day I Met Him

Things have been on the busy side here at Chez Nicholas.  The last few weeks of the summer holidays morphed into the insanely busy first few weeks of term.  I took to what I thought was a finished book with a red pen (metaphorically, I use scrivner for editing!) and the book split itself into two books then turned into trilogy, which caused me to need to lie down for a few days.  And I have taken up exercise.

It also seems to have turned into February when I wasn't looking, and of course we all know what happens in February.

Oh yes.

Pancake day.

Pancake Day: Clearly doing it wrong
There is another type of celebration in February, the one where I spend a lot of time saying 'no, no don't get me anything' to hubs and then being pissed off on The Day when I don't get anything.  Ah yes. Valentine's Day. That relationship minefield.

In a striking example of irony hubs and I met on 13th February 2003 at a We Eschew Valentine's Day party at a mutual friends house.  I drank a lot of tequila and apparently impressed the poor man by crapping on about my first husband.  To celebrate this fact we went and had a coffee this morning and discussed our children. Okay. We totally forgot, but we did go and have a coffee.

Its been a busy ten years!

Coming Up:
Tomorrow (because blog posts are like buses around here) I'll be talking about my part in a very exciting Valentine's Day story over on the Escape Publishing blog...

Even more exciting news about The Bunker in the next week (hopefully!)