Katy Lilley—romance with sass

Hello again, welcome to #MidWeekTease... a short one today... (From my WIP, The Italian Count's Contrary Wife) Guido has had the locks on the apartment changed. 'Now let’s see how this new system works. Once we are in I can change the settings and we will also use thumbprint recognition. Doubly safe.’ ‘Hmm.’ Rachel wasn’t so sure. ‘Every time I try to use that on my phone it never recognises it. I end up having to key the security number in anyway.’ ‘We’ll see. For now though, this is it.’ Guido dealt with the new entry system with swift efficiency, and opened the door. To sidestep over a large envelope with Rachel’s name on it. ‘Anyone know you are here, Cara? Someone who has had no need to put an address or sender on the envelope?’ Rachel shook her head. ‘I didn’t know where we were stopping, which reminds me I best text my neighbour to let her know.’   ‘Where you are?’ Guido fingered the seal on the package as Rachel nodded. ‘Then you...

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, it's #MidWeekTease time, so here, without further ado, is my tease... 'When you know, just know that the bloke might be a pain in the you know what, but he is your pain in the you know what.' She grinned. 'That time. bloody uncomfortable, I tell ya.' 'And next?' She grimaced. 'Ah, that's the rub. Who knows? I'm just the lowly teacher here. The one who seems to have sent in an application form, had an interview and got a job I'm not sure I want. With a bloke nagging me, who lives a lifestyle I wouldn't touch with a bargepole.' She paused for effect. 'And who I fancy like crazy. In fact if he played his cards right he could have me. Here, now, over the table or whatever. Pathetic or what?' She sighed. 'And now I have to come up with a teaching plan, act like a grown up and get used to fresh air not air de brewery and abatoir.' Catch all the other #MidWeekTease posts  here Enjoy your reading, love...

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...

Yes, it's my seven sentences that might not be hot, but are worth a read (I hope) Today I'm teasing from A Regency that will hopefully come out next year  Amanda and the Duke Where Amanda is happily single but her Papa thinks she should be married. And where several young ladies decide to enjoy themselves before the settle down. "Then we leave for London in a week,' her papa said. 'We can make arrangements for your engagement ball and wedding.' We can? Oh no we can not. ‘I want the season as an unattached, and 'not as on the lookout for a husband', young lady,’ Amanda said firmly. ‘Whether he thinks I have accepted his proposal or not is immaterial. Actually how can I when I don't know who he is, I doubt I have ever met him, and no proposal to me has been made, let alone accepted.’ Catch all the other #SexySnippets  here Enjoy your reading, love Katy xx