Katy Lilley—romance with sass

Hi everyone,  I'm back in the groove again, and he's the first of what I intend to be regular posts. It's not easy finding a passage very week when you've only got one book out. New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett, and it's available from Amazon  here   (Thought I'd sneak that in.) However book two, working title, The Transformation of Lottie Botte is in edits and  my third book,  working title Maisie makes a move (or some such thing) had begun to take shape. so this week I'll give you a wee snippet from Maisie... Maisie saw her class of five year olds into the dinner hall, checked the contents of her purse and swore under her breath. Thirty three pence wouldn’t get her far. She’d started out with a tenner and change in her purse, with the intention of getting some cash on her way home. Only to be met by Maria, the school secretary with a cheery, ‘lottery money due. Tenner this week, tenner next.’ She’d handed the...

Hello again. It's the day for those seven sentences. #SexySnippets. As mine aren't usually very sexy, I tend to put (not so) 😉 After all, I don't want annoy to feel short changed. So here's this week's sentences (unedited word vomit from Maisie's Story) It was all very well falling on her feet like she had, and be told 'here's the job, here's a house and we look forward to seeing you the week before term starts but it was all happening too fast. Did she really want to exchange exhaust fumes, the smell of the brewery and sirens for fresh air and no noise pollution? Maisie decided to take a leaf out of her best mate's book and make some lists. For and against.  And whatever went on them she would not add the vicar. He might be hot as hades and the sort of bloke who could make her purr, but he had to be out of bounds. After all, with his position in the community—and if she took the job, hers—they couldn't be caught scorching t...

Hello again. I've finished my WIP with those two magic words, 'The End' and as ever I have this idea niggling me. It's about Maisie, who is a secondary character in my last two books. what do you think? (Maisie is a teacher in a London primary school.)     It was one of those surreal moments when you begin to doubt your sanity. Maisie stared at the form she’d just taken out of a very official looking envelope, blinked, and stared again. Had she applied and not realised it, or was it a wind up ad a semi clad bloke was hiding behind her front door to shout gotcha? There, in black and white the form was headed, “Application for head teacher at the combined Brindish Primary School.” She hadn’t applied for any position, especially not out with her beloved London and in the wilds of Devon, even if her best friend now lived there. The phone range and she clicked on reply to hear said best friend’s voice. ‘Did you get it have you filled it in and ...

Hello again. Weirdly I can get into my photos on here but not on my Raven blog. What is the universe trying to tell me? Anyhow while I can, and before I'm jinxed here as well, here's this week's #MidWeekTease Where Lottie tells it all (well nearly) ‘I’m going to cuss the fact I’m carless for a few days I guess, but hey ho. The new me will bite her lip and put up with it.’ Gibb asked the question he was dying to know the answer to. ‘What was the old you then?’ He watched her take a deep breath. ‘A snotty, grotty, up her own self, harridan. I’m not allowed to say cow because my I’m told that’s derogatory to cows. Mind you, I guess bitch falls under the same heading. Let’s say, I was full of my own self importance and didn’t suffer fools or indeed most other people gladly. In my defence I could say I reckon a psychiatrist would have a field day and say something like I was miserable, unhappy with my life and projected that misery onto other...

It's the time of the week to do some sentence sharing... As I've just come back from the area of Devon, in England where my Cliff Cottage books are set, I thought I'd go back to New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett for today's seven sentences. ( available from Amazon  here  ) Blurb... When Bryony Bennett’s godmother dies and leaves her a huge inheritance, Bryony jumps at the chance to get away from it all and start again. She packs up her life and moves into the (almost) idyllic Cliff Cottage…only to find that starting over is never quite as simple as you imagine. Faced with grumpy neighbours, hostile locals and more than her fair share of disasters, Bryony embarks on a mission to make sure her new life is everything she wants it to be…but will she ever win over the locals and truly be happy in her new life? ‘I’m here.’ Her voice was loud in the silence. The only noise was the ticking of the engine as it cooled, and the...