Katy Lilley—romance with sass

(Taken from WIP) What was that all about? Lottie could have sworn she heard Angelo call Gibb a spoil sport. Why?   Who knew with men? It could be anything. Lottie stood up as she was embraced as vigorously as Gibb had been, and soundly kissed on both cheeks. ‘It’s my pleasure to meet such a beautiful young lady,’ Angelo declared with an extravagant bow. ‘My pleasure.’ Lottie raised her eyebrows. ‘Word of a Scotsman?’ she asked. He reddened. ‘You heard my vow to behave?’ ‘Was that what it was?’ Lottie bit back the rest of the caustic remark she had ready on the tip of her tongue. ‘Then why, I wonder, do you need to? I think you’re fine as you are.’ ‘He’s a flirt,’ Gibb said. ‘A silver tongued over the top flirt. I told him, the only one to flirt with you, will be me. He told me not to be a spoil sport.’   It sounded plausible but somehow Lottie decided it wasn’t. Perhaps the swift look the two men exchanged gave her a clue. ‘If you say so...

 I'm snippet-ing from a WIP 'I've always wanted a swing in the garden. It's so relaxing just to sway back and forth and look at the way the sun shines through the leaves and creates mysterious patterns' She traced the strands of the thick, fraying, ropes that hung down from the ancient oak tree, a think plank of wood between them. The rough material scratched and sent tingles down her spine. Sadly not the sort of tingles she really wanted. 'Not when it breaks—or it rains' Typical male.  ~~~ Catch all the other #SexySnippets  here love Katy xx

I just had to put that^^^ up My hero and heroine are getting very aware of each other. A pheasant squawked and whirred up out of the long grass on the verge. Bryony squeaked in surprise, a bit like the pheasant, and dropped her bag. ‘Sheesh, no need to startle the natives. I’m not about to put you in the pot, as much as I am a carnivore.’ Bloody hell, as if Mop and the cats aren’t enough, now I’m talking to a bird. ‘Glad to hear it.’ ‘Argh… shit…’ Now the birds were answering back. Get a grip. It wasn’t a bird but a bloke. The ‘drop dread, play your cards right and you can have me,’ arsy Mr Grumpy bloke of the other day. This time, his longish curly hair was tucked behind his ears and helped to anchor the sunglasses pushed up onto his crown. In one earlobe a tiny silver stud winked in the sunlight. A stud for a stud? Oh shoot, next I’ll be drooling. Where the hell had he come from?   Did that van belong to Mr Grumpy then? If so, he d...

Well, it's a bit of a turn up for the books (well, Lottie's book) just how things are going... So I might as well tease you from there Lottie, Gibb, and the others are discussing vices after Maddie and Dex's twins cussed... ‘My vice is dark denim, classic Magnum ice creams and green fruit pastilles,’ Gibb said. ‘Oh and a mystery lady with a deep, dark velvet voice, violet eyes, and an attitude to make you think about...’ He glanced at the adults and coughed. ‘Boring compared to yours Lottie. And my sister is ten years older than me, and as staid as they come. No vices for Miss Prim and Proper.   Your younger years sound much more fun to be part of.’ Catch all the other #SexySnippets  here ( If you'd like to know more about Lottie you can discover her in New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett  here Happy reading and have a great week, until we meet again Katy xx

I'm busy writing Lottie's story who we first meet in New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett So for this week's tease I thought I'd show you just what Lottie is like when we first meet her in Bryony's story. (Bryony is in charge of the craft shop) Five minutes before she was due to turn the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’, her day took a turn for the worse. Lottie Botte—it had to be her, she was the female equivalent of Dario—swanned in and glared when she saw Bryony.   ‘You,’ she said, in a voice to cut ice. ‘You’re that woman who bought Cliff Cottage and gazumped my brother. You were pointed out to me. What are you doing here?’ Definitely Lottie. Bryony decided she’d had enough of being portrayed as a femme fatale or seducer of innocents, so she might as well act the part. ‘Plotting to seduce your brother, what else? Corrupt him and get him to be my slave.’ And if Lottie thought that remotely likely she was stupider than Bryony thought possible. ‘Have hi...