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, and welcome to this week's (not so) #SexySnippets From a WIP about Maisie, a friend of Bryony who we first met in New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett ~~~ "I'm in love and it hurts like crazy. I mean me, who always swore love was for idiots, and well you and yours, head over heels, lust, like and love and I don't want it.' 'Why on earth not?' 'Well it's who it is for a start that makes it even worse than just falling for a normal but sexy batshit hot fella with a hot as hades ass, and no it's not a woman, that might be better.' 'Oh god not the vicar's horse, I know it's said to have a good rear.' 'Nope not that you ninny, the vicar...the new to the parish, oh my god, or lord, oh hell can I swear about a rev bloke, who I have to admit I've met before and boy he's good in bed, man of the cloth clergy, this village's new stairway to heaven, or probably in my case to hell, and shit I said all...

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 ...