Katy Lilley—romance with sass

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...

It's time to do my (not so) #SexySnippets seven sentences.  As Lottie'sStory is sort of finished—well a very rough first draft is—I've taken this weeks sentences from there. Lottie shares a few things about Donald... "It seems Cherine his PA is not just good at fielding phone calls and losing memos. Probably because they’ve done a lot of fumbling under the desk she’s had time to do a search and rescue for his prick. He’s not shall we say the best endowed in that area—a bit of a prick sums him up perfectly.’ Maddie dropped her glass as Bryony choked on the mouthful of wine she’d taken. ‘Search...’ Maddie whooped. ‘A bit of a prick...Oh my. What would they say down at the yacht club?’ ~~~~~ Catch all the other #SexySnippets   here Enjoy your reading, love Katy xx

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

Hi All, This is my not so #SexySnippets I guess. But I hope you enjoy it never the less. Lottie, who you met in New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett, (or you can meet  here  ) is the heroine of her own book. (well she will be when I've finished it 😉 Her life has been turned upside down, and boy does she have a steep learning curve. As a way to try and sleep it had to be better than counting sleep, Lottie thought. Itemise what traits a hot bod should have and what he shouldn't. So, she mused with an inward giggle, a nice bum, good smile, clean hair and nails were a must. As was a pleasant attitude, a cheeky, but not leery grin, and manners not befitting a pig. As for not have, the opposite of everything he should, so no smarm, a la 'call me Dave', no muck under his fingernails—unless he was doing something manual, she decided—and no pot belly, over long nasal hair, and mardy or sulky moans and gripes like Dear Donald. In fact as far away from her ex...

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...

Hi All, as I'm working on Lottie's story—who you met in to New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett—I thought I'd do a tease from there. It's not a follow up, and both stories are independent stand alones but if you've read Bryony (and if you haven't it's on Amazon) you'll know Lottie... wink Set in glorious Devon, Lottie's life has turned on its head. Can she cope? ~~~  Perhaps she could s et up an extra area of the shop? Of course it would mean the village knowing what she was selling, and pawing over her Jimmy Choos and spare Mulberry, but she’d have to suck that up. If she could get a percentage of the sale price then that would be a nice little boost to her income. Her mind raced ahead. If Maddie agreed.   If anyone bought anything. The villagers might not, but perhaps the tourists might? ~~~~~ Catch the other #SexySnippets here Have a great week, love Katy xx

Hi all. Now I'm sure you're about to groan as I say, did you know I had my first book as Katy Lilley out this week? The new side of me, unleashed onto the unsuspecting public. (New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett, from Manatee Books and it's on Amazon in case you didn't know.) Anyway, (I just love that word, even if it's not needed), I'm now around 20k into my next book, working title, Lottie's Story so here's your seven sentences. (Sadly not sexy, but hey ho.) Lottie, and company are, shall we say, a bit under the weather wink ‘Lottie you swored,’ Bryony said with a hiccup. ‘A rudy word.’ She opened her eyes wide. ‘That’s naughty,’ she said and yawned. ‘Who made me have more than my two glasses eh? I’m a cheap date, two is  my limit.’ ‘No one made you, you made you. Oh I did swearies, didn’t I. Well bugger, bugger, sod and shit,’ Lottie said. ‘I’ve got a lot of years to make up for.’ (yes I know more than seven, but they...