Reading, Writing, Nominated and a Review!

This was a lovely surprise: This blog has been nominated for the Top Writing Blogs Award by ECollegeFinder.com !

I've been catching up with some reading over the last week or two. An extraordinary detective story - The Interpretation of a Murder is set in New York in the first decade of the twentieth century. A young woman is brutally murdered, another attacked, and a psychoanalyst and a detective struggle to understand what is going on - with helpful (or not) interjections from visiting heavyweights Freud and Jung. 

It was not fast, but the fact that I was gripped was proved by the fact that the rather small, grey print that I found a struggle to read did not deter me.

Right now I'm reading Her Christmas Knight by Kate Hardy. 

This is an absolutely charming medical romance between a nurse with a very special son, and a hero suffering from guilt. They both fight the instant attraction but it's clear they made for each other.

Can they find the courage to move away from the past and find happiness? A life-threatening accident puts everything on hold.

Loving this!

On the work front, Liz Fielding's Little Book of Writing Romance has just been through another round of production edits. One step nearer! There's still time to comment on the post below to be in with a chance to win one of five copies hot off the computer! I'll post the winners on Sunday evening.

And finally, I just spotted this lovely review for FLIRTING WITH ITALIAN at Cataromance


"Liz Fielding continues to raise the bar with her sixtieth Harlequin Romance, Flirting with Italian! Written with all the flair and gusto that readers have come to expect from this much-loved award-winning author, Flirting with Italian is a zesty paced page-turner that skillfully balances poignant romance with powerful emotional conflict, nail-biting family drama and rib-tickling humour."

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

It's Sunday - and time for six sentences. This week from my new release, FLIRTING WITH ITALIAN.

Italy is all about food, about pleasure and when Sarah is invited to lunch with Matteo de Serrone, all that English restraint just melts away.

            Vivid colour, the scent of herbs and the sun-baked earth. The touch of a man’s lips for the first time in months.   

            Languorous in the still heat of the early afternoon, lulled by the faint hum of drowsy insects, mesmerised by Matteo’s dark eyes gleaming softly in the shade urging her to this one last pleasure, she leaned forward the inch required to take the grape, closing her lips around it.  Around the tips of his fingers.

            The grape exploded on her tongue, the juice dribbling over her lips, over his fingers.  And it seemed the most natural thing in the world to lick it up…

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