The quick fox

Don’t write what you know; write what you love. Writing my first novel, Lady MacBethad, was like the bursting of a pipe. The words gushed out of me, and the story flew onto the page with a kind of fre

Words can be all-powerful, as these three couples discovered. They reveal the romantic and unusual ways books brought them together…

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

Over my decades-long writing life, I’ve been a reader, judge and (sometimes) an organiser for many novel-writing competitions, including the Harry Bowling Prize, the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s

I n the corner of the drawing room ...

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha