Katy Lilley—romance with sass

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 me again with my (almost) #SexySnippets Where Gibb wonders about ghosts... 'According to local legend, Molly Lister was an eighteenth century smuggler’s friend and her house is said to have very interesting cellars and storerooms. Like all good smuggling stories, there are supposed to be tunnels. Some are said to go to the village church of course, one to the local manor, and lots of tracks through the copse and along hedgerows to various farmer’s barns and so on. Plus of course, little creeks and hidden moorings. Full of history.’ ‘Any ghosts?’ Lottie grinned. ‘Not that I know of but I could make one or two up if you want.  Rattling chains and  spectres running across the lawn and into the river. ' ~~~~~~ Catch the other #SexySnippets  here Have a great week, love, Katy xx

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

Last tease from New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett (Next week I'll tease you with Lottie...Or Amanda...or... wink ) (Bryony is moving from the city to the countryside) The last lap - a tiny track - was not really designed for overloaded geriatric sports cars that were fondly called Milly. Named after her godmother, who had said the vehicle was as creaky as she was, the car protested with every ill-used spring grating like a fingernail on a chalkboard. Poor thing, it sounded as aching as her back felt. Long journeys in clapped out cars, especially one towing a trainer—albeit a small one—weren’t pleasant, but it was all she had. Hold on, I can buy a new one now. Not a sports car though. Stupid though it sounded, it would be like a slap in the face to Milly…or was that a thump on the bonnet? Either way, this lane, all half a mile of ruts and furrows, wasn’t suitable for much less than a four by four, or one of those things that had its chassis jacke...

Hi again. Welcome to this weeks #SexySnippets. Where this week, Bryony is wondering just why now 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? And your seven sentences.  Oh grief, damp knicker alert as Maisie would say. Then, she remembered, she didn’t actually have knickers on, as she hadn’t been able to find a clean pair and the cheese grater thong her mum had given her for Christmas—‘to bring you up to date, love’—which she discovered in with th...