Update on Spotlight and an apology

This weekend, I decided to cancel the pre-order for Spotlight, the sequel to Unscripted.

Cancelling a pre-order is a big deal to myself and to Amazon. If this happens, Amazon cancels an author’s access to pre-orders for 12 months, and I break a promise to my readers to deliver a book on a date they expected.

I hope most of you will understand, although I’m sure a few will be disappointed.

Why did I cancel?

Those who’ve followed me over the last couple of years will have seen my constant complaining about ill health and life throwing up more obstacles than usual. To be honest, I’m sick of how this makes me sound!  This May something extremely difficult and life-changing happened which basically ground everything to a halt. I don’t really want to share what this is, although some closer to me know. It’s not life threatening for me or any family member, but does mean life is now complicated.

This situation led to two months paralysis with writing and I got far behind with writing Spotlight. I struggled with the book and didn’t feel I was giving Tate and Myf the book they deserved. I switched my focus to working on the marketing and admin side of my writing business and stopped the creative side.

I managed to return to writing early July, but every time I opened Spotlight I was reminded of the events that happened in my life the last time I worked on the book. I froze.

I decided I had two choices: write and publish something I wasn’t happy with just to meet the pre-order deadline, or cancel the publication until I’m able to complete the best book I can. I chose to cancel.

Some of you will also notice I have begun a new project and might question why I didn’t finish Spotlight first. I hope the explanation above makes sense. The Four Horsemen series is a project I’ve had on my ‘to write’ list for a while and I recently found a ‘place’ for it. I need to find something to throw myself into that’s totally different to usual for a few months. I can’t fully articulate why, but what I can say is the project has reinvigorated my love of writing. I’m excited about a project for the first time in months.

I will return to and finish Spotlight later this year and re-start the new rock star project.

My life will continue to undergo a lot of changes in the next few months, but I’m walking into the second half of 2017 feeling positive and ready to move forward. I am grateful for the friends who have – and continue to – support me. Thank you.

I will still be around and hope you stick around too!

Thank you for all your continued support and again I apologise for not delivering Spotlight on time. As always, please feel free to contact me if you have any questions.

Take care,

Lisa xx


Update August 2017
This is the project! Legacy reached #83 on Amazon US in the whole store!

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Unscripted by Lisa Swallow: Cover Reveal and Pre-Order Details


A second chance Hollywood romance featuring Myf from the Blue Phoenix series

I woke this morning expecting to marry the man I loved and ended the day married to somebody else.

Unscripted Ebook

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Release Date May 9th

Jilted by her fiancé on their wedding day, actress Myf Roberts runs from the situation and takes an unscheduled trip to Vegas with rock band, Blue Phoenix.

The night wasn’t supposed to end with her married to Hollywood A-lister, Tate Daniels.

Why did it have to be Tate Daniels? The man Myf knew years ago hasn’t changed. He’s still the charming bad boy who leaves broken hearts in his wake. And Tate’s still the man Myf denies has an effect on her she’s never shaken.

Tate is no stranger to scandal and has been warned to keep his nose clean if he wants to keep his lucrative role in the newest network drama. Now he’s discovered his fake Vegas wedding isn’t so fake after all, and he has one huge problem to fix.

But Myf is the girl who filled Tate’s world six years ago. The one who got away. And this time she doesn’t get to call the shots.

When she’s cast as lead actress opposite her unwanted husband in his new show, Myf can’t refuse the career opportunity she’s waited for. But can Myf keep the sizzling chemistry between her and Tate onscreen? Or will she surrender and give her heart to the man she swore would never win?

And what happens when the world discovers the celebrity secret of the year?

A Hollywood, second chance romance from USA Today bestselling author, Lisa Swallow.


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My fiancé lies on the floor, blood from his nose smearing his perfect white shirt. Dylan Morgan stands over him, fist ready to strike again and mouth twisted with anger. I haven’t seen Dylan with an expression like this since I caught him beating the hell out of a boy who broke my heart when I was sixteen.

“Dylan! What the hell did you do to Miles?” I yell as I charge over to grab Dylan’s hand. The best man, Rick, kneels besides Miles, face pale. “What happened?” I ask them.

“Uh.” Miles runs a hand through his usually carefully coiffed, and now dishevelled, hair. Not only is his white shirt smeared with his blood, but it’s untucked and partially unbuttoned. “Uh…”

Dylan growls beneath his rapid breath as Miles looks at me with desperate eyes. The small sunroom at the back of Dylan’s house isn’t where I expected to find three key members of the wedding party, half an hour before the ceremony. And I definitely didn’t expect one of my best friends to smack Miles in the face.

“Dylan?” I ask, panic growing. “What’s happening? Why did you hit him?”

Dylan and Miles have never disagreed. Not once, and that’s unusual for Dylan. Dylan’s protectiveness pisses me off because it’s usually unwarranted; I wish he had a bloody sister of his own so he didn’t need to project his brotherly needs onto me.

“Tell her!” he snarls at Miles. “Tell your bride what you did and who with.”

Miles glances at Rick who refuses to look at any of us and realisation crashes from the sky, pushing me heavily to the floor.

“Did he… have you… Who? Not a bridesmaid, Miles! You fucking cliché.”

“Try the best man,” Dylan retorts.

“Don’t be stupid, Dylan!” I snap back.

But who’s the stupid one here? The last couple of months, I’ve felt pushed out by the amount of time Miles spends with Rick. Rick turned up at our apartment one day, an old friend from drama school, and they talked all night. Literally. He’s a nice guy, moved in, helped out around the apartment and never caused any issues. Miles and Rick, the biggest bromance I’ve come across evidently stepped beyond a bromance.

Since the comedy show I had a minor recurring role in was cancelled, I’ve worked hard pursuing auditions, and extras work. Miles takes my absences in his stride; he understands my determination to succeed in the crazy industry, even though he gave up trying a year ago. He now works part-time in an art gallery, doing who-knows-what because he’s not an artist. We live on the money I made the last twelve months; not big bucks, but enough.

The wedding plans steamed along, and when Dylan offered his LA place as a venue, as a wedding present, the last piece of our relationship’s puzzle clicked into place.

Wrong. Now the last puzzle piece has been jammed in, and the picture isn’t what was on the box.

I was hours away from marrying a man who doesn’t love me enough to remain faithful. I don’t give a crap about who he did this with, or why — the cheating scum part is what matters here.

“Get out,” I growl.

Miles mutely looks between Dylan and me. My skin heats with anger; he can’t even open his mouth to apologise.

“Yeah, leave or I’ll really fucking hurt you,” snarls Dylan, stepping forward.

No further prompting is needed as Miles and Rick scramble from the floor. Miles edges around Dylan and reaches out to me. “Myf…”

I stare back at the mess standing above me, at the blood streaked across his face. Dilated pupils betray his fear—of my reaction or Dylan’s fists? Both?

How is this Miles? The man I thought I’d find waiting for me in the summer sunshine, who spent months persuading me to marry him. The person who in one frozen moment reminded me why I shouldn’t believe in happily ever afters.

“Go,” I repeat in a low voice.

The pair manage to pass Dylan and I’m relieved when the next sound is the door closing and not the crack of bone. I stare at my bright red shoes, my legs stretched in front of me as I support myself with arms behind on the floor.

I fan the 50s style wedding dress around me, smoothing the skirt. I adore the beautiful white dress, the red petticoats matching the bouquet on a table outside. My talented maid of honour and best friend, Audrey, spent hours making this, and now it’s wasted.


I need to find Audrey.

The Californian sun shines through the window, across the polished floor to the nearby white leather sofa. Did Dylan find the pair on there?

“Were they… I mean, when you found them?” I ask, not looking up.

“You don’t want to know.”

“I do, actually.”

“Miles was…” He trails off.

“What, Dylan? Just say it.”

“No. Shit, Myf, I’m sorry.”

Oh, crap, I’m going to puke. I hold a hand over my mouth and turn look into the startling blue eyes of the man convinced he’s defending my honour. All six foot and solid muscle of the ridiculously famous Dylan Morgan, the man pursued by the world. The one with swollen knuckles and a red face.

“Huh.” My stomach continues to twist, my head not catching up with events.

“Should’ve ripped his dick off when I saw them.”

“Please, Dylan. Don’t be stupid. I think you’re in enough trouble.”

“Ha. Miles can do what he likes and that had better include staying away from me. He can report me for assault. Whatever. I don’t give a shit.”

“I bet Sky will give a shit.”

His brow dips in concern. “She’ll understand.”

I look back to my skirts and glance at the sofa. Tears refuse to fall because this isn’t happening. Can’t be.

I pull my thick brown hair from it’s carefully pinned and teased updo, and the locks drop across my shoulders, still kinked from careful styling. Dylan sits beside me, and I rest my head against him as he wraps an arm across my shoulders.

“This sucks,” I say.

“Sucks? That’s an understatement.”

“What a bastard, hey?”

“How are you so calm?”

“I’m an actress, remember?”

“You don’t need to act around me.”

“I know.” But the calm layer sitting on top of the building storm of anger and heartbreak holds. Just.  “Miles can tell everybody what happened. I’m not going out there to face everybody. I’ll find something better to do with my day.”


“Get very, very drunk.” I stand and smooth my skirts. Yes. “Not here though. Not LA. Not this State. I’ll spend the rest of the day somewhere else.”

“Spend the day where?”

Escape plans run through my head. “Shush, I’m thinking.”

Dylan leans back, arms outstretched and palms on the floor. “Myf, you’re being weird. Can you cry, or shout, or something?”

I’m trapped inside a strange place, watching reality happening on the outside, dizzied and desperate to run. My voice rises. “Why? I’m not wasting my energy on him. And I don’t want to stay here to be humiliated, or listen to a parade of sympathy while people whisper behind my back! I have to find Audrey and get the hell away from here, Dylan.”

Dylan stands to face me and I tuck my shaking hands beneath my arms, terrified he might try to hug me. He can’t. I can’t break down. Not yet. Not now.

“Okay. Where do you want to go?” he says in a soft voice. “I’ll make sure you get there safely.”

An escaped tear touches my cheek and I swipe it away. “Vegas.”


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Where did the books go?

A couple of readers have contacted me about my early books disappearing and I decided to write a post to explain what’s happening with two of my series:

Butterfly Days: Because of Lucy and Finding Evan (New Adult contemporary romance)

Soul Ties: Soul Ties and Torn Souls (Paranormal romance)

Through mutual agreement with my publisher, the rights to these books have been reverted to be. This means they are currently unavailable for sale as I am in the process of re-branding and revising the books. Both series will re-launch in 2016.


Because of Lucy and Finding Evan will be re-released first in early 2016.

I am adding additional scenes to Because of Lucy. At some point, I intend to write a novella set a few years in Ness and Evan’s future.

I also intend to write Ollie’s story (probably in 2017)

For more details about the series click here


The Soul Ties series will take longer as I have a prequel to edit and publish too.

I am also considering finishing Soul Ties #3 before I re-launch. This means I have 3 – possibly 4 – books to organise which will take more time.

For more details about the series click here


What does this mean for my other books?
I am keeping my commitment to writing Forever Sky (Blue Phoenix #6). 

I still intend to publish this in March/April as promised and Forever Sky is the book I am working on at the moment. In Australia, it is currently the long school holidays and I need to switch from full-time to part time writing which is why I can’t give a firm date. I’m hoping for March but it could be April. :)

The Butterfly Days series will publish next after Shuffle but this is only because the series is already written and ready to go, and NOT because I put them ahead of Forever Sky.

As soon as I have a clear date for the release of Forever Sky I will let you know and the book will go up for pre-order on Amazon.

Nate’s book, Reprise (Ruby Riot #3), will be released the second half of 2016.


I will write a full post at the end of the year outlining my publishing plans for 2016 :)

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Sneak Peek! Chapter One of Rising (Blue Phoenix #4)

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As promised on my Facebook author page, here is the first chapter of Rising and a sneak peek at part of the cover.

Rising is the fourth book in the Blue Phoenix series and will be published in December.

The synopsis for Jem and Ruby’s story can be found here:


Keep reading because there’s a giveaway at the end of the chapter – win an advance copy and be one of the first to read the story.


Please note: Rising contains strong language and one of the characters has a history of domestic violence. Please be aware before you read the chapter as this contains some of both.



Every cliche rock love song crashes into my head as if they were all written for this girl. Long legs in black skinny jeans, tattoos emerging from the tight tank top stretching across her tits and crimson hair spilling across her shoulders; she leans against the bar, one elbow propped behind her. This girl stepped from my fantasies and landed in the new version of reality I live in these days.

When she turns her head, it’s as if she takes a sawn-off shot gun, holds it to my temples and pulls the fucking trigger. My head explodes because in her eyes I can see she exists in the same place I do: a lost place at the edge of the world.

Did time stand still? The world fade away? Souls meet across the stars? I should give this to Dylan for one of his pathetic love songs. That shit doesn’t happen.

The chick looks away, snapping me back to the real world. Another club, another band. Not the best place for a recovering addict to hang out but Steve reckons I make a good scout for a new support act. Blue Phoenix don’t tour again until next year and I worry he’s trying to replace us. Steve claims he’s looking for a decent support he can whip into shape ready for the tour. Hedging his bets, more like. Bryn often comes along too, big brother supervising me around the lure of alcohol. The world waits for Jem Jones to fall back into his drug addicted self, poised to hold me up as a fucked up loser again but if I’m in public, I’m less likely to slip than if I’m hidden at home amongst the spectre of my old life. Three rehab attempts, this time I make it count.

The kids in the club are young – some are too young to be here. Sure, eighteen is a great age in this country because it’s legal to drink in clubs, but what a mess. Why come and watch a band if you’re too drunk to stand up? At least I could hold my drink by the time I hit the legal age, but I started early and had plenty of practice.

I’m half-hidden in the shadows at the edge of the bar waiting for the band, Ruby Riot. Everything’s set up on stage but no band. I check my phone – 8 p.m. They’re late. If they don’t appear soon I’m going, I haven’t got time for a group who can’t get their shit together. This was a last minute anyway, normally I research before I waste my time but I needed to get out of the house and away from the direction my thoughts were taking me in. I rocked up at the nearest pub with a band playing tonight, and here I am.

The white glow from the lights above the bar illuminate the girl, highlighting the scarlet red of her hair. Do I speak to her? Why am I hesitating? Since when is Jem Jones fucking nervous of talking to a chick? She must know who I am or she wouldn’t have her eyes glued to me again. Problem is, if I step out of the shadows the kids around will spot me. As I debate this like a nervous teen, she drains her beer and places the empty bottle on the bar.

Fuck it.

“You want another?” I ask, approaching the girl.

“No. Thanks.”

I wait for the parted lip, moment of realisation at who I am but it doesn’t come. Instead, she scans the room, ignoring me. Do I have to fucking introduce myself?

She smells of flowers, roses maybe, which is odd because she doesn’t look like a flowery girl. In her boots and with those legs, she’s almost to my eye height and her face is close enough to see the ‘back off me’ purse of her lips. Now I’m closer, I’m struck she could be younger than she looks under all that make up and my neck prickles as an image of Liv trips into my head.

“What’s the band like?” I ask.

She turns her black-painted eyes towards me. “Yeah, they’re okay. You not seen them before?”

“No, I heard good things so came to check them out.”

“Why ask? You’ll see them soon, make your own mind up.”

“I want to know people’s opinions.”

Does she really not recognise me? There isn’t a glimmer of anything apart from a disinterested girl being hit on by a random guy in a bar.

A new track filters from the speakers and through the room. I smirk when I hear Blue Phoenix, this should prompt her memory. I watch and wait but her expression remains detached; no flicker of recognition. For fuck’s sake.

“Hmm. Okay, I gotta go.” The girl pulls herself away from the bar.

“Leaving? They’ve not played yet.”

She fixes me with a curious look. “I have somewhere I need to be.”

This I’m not used to. I almost utter the cliche ‘don’t you know who I am’ but she’ll laugh at me. Nah, she must have a boyfriend.

“I hope you like the band, Jem Jones,” she says and stalks away.

Okay. That was unexpected. I stretch out my neck and consider my next move. Drunk Jem would’ve ignored the rejection by picking up some chick who’d love to get her hands on me. Sober Jem can’t be fucked with that idea. I shuffle back into the shadows before someone spots me, but the crowd are jammed tight and not looking at anyone but each other.

When I was younger and went to clubs, we smoked. Now it’s banned. At most places in my Blue Phoenix life, this makes no difference, I do it anyway but here, tonight it’s a no go. Shaking my head, I disappear out of the bar to indulge the one vice I’ve not weaned myself off yet. So? I can’t stop every drug in the space of three months.

I head to the back of the club, staying to the dim areas and edging around the sweaty crowd. Security know who I am, they were pre-warned in case I attracted attention. No hassle from anyone so far, and the niggling feeling I’m a ‘has-been’ edges around. I’m paranoid – I don’t go from top of the world to nothing. The location I’m in is the reason, I look like just another grungy dude in the corner. Suits me.

I duck out through the room filled with empty crates and fresh kegs, then out of the propped open fire-door. The warmth of the summer evening surprises me but you can never tell with English summers – it’s pissing it down one minute; bright, sunny days the next. I pull the pack of cigs from my pocket and light one, gratefully inhaling the nicotine. Good thing I can’t do this by the bar, reckon I’d have ordered a beer by now. Filling my lungs with the harsh smoke, I close my eyes and rest my head against the cool bricks. The nicotine buzzes into my system. Yeah, I’ll give up. Eventually.

A scuffling sound and a woman’s voice alerts me. The alleyway is narrow, brick walls overhanging the space between and the sound carries from around the corner.

“I fucking saw you, you stupid bitch!” The man’s voice alerts me, I have zero tolerance of this shit thrown at women.

Peeling myself from the wall, I approach the corner. A woman’s voice, low and placating, travels towards me; I quietly step out of where I am.

And see red.

Literally, because against the wall, partially illuminated by the car park streetlight, is a girl with red hair. What makes me see red in the other sense – of wanting to rip the fucker’s head off – is a man with his hands around the girl’s throat, pressing her into the wall. The worst part is, she’s not fighting back.

The man slams her head against the bricks and trips a primal anger in my brain. Striding towards him, I yank him by the back of his jacket, and he loosens his grip in surprise. The guy draws himself to his full height, but he’s still a few inches shorter than me. He has close cropped hair, and the muscles barely covered by his T-shirt suggest he works out. A lot.

“What the fuck?” he growls.

“Was gonna ask you the same thing,” I say in a low voice.

“I’m fine, it’s okay.” The girl’s panicked voice confuses me, as if my interference is unwarranted.

I stare back at the girl from the bar, but she rubs her head and keeps her gaze to the floor and doesn’t meet mine. “A guy has his hands around your throat and you say it’s fine?”

“None of your fucking business, mate.” The man curls his hand around the girl’s arm and she winces.

Assault charge. Do not get an assault charge. I close my eyes and fight the urge to smash my fist into his face. My history with chicks isn’t the best, but I sure as hell never beat a woman.

“Please leave us alone,” says the girl quietly.

I open my eyes and meet hers, the lost soul behind them pleading with me not to make things worse.

“Hands off her and I’ll go,” I growl at the guy.

He snorts and pulls his hand away so she stumbles, and then he raises them in a gesture of surrender. The red-haired girl steps back and disappears through the nearby fire exit before I can ask if she’s okay.

The dickhead and me stand off against each other for a moment. He’s drunk, his eyes not focused on me properly. Man, he’d be so easy to fight. I open and close my fist, fighting down the Jem who’d solve things without words. Then I turn away, taking a drag from my cigarette. If he hits me first, I’ll have an excuse.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, he doesn’t. When I resume the position against the wall to finish my smoke, I glance over and he’s gone.

Not my problem.


I leave the empty alley and return to the busy club, the contrast in sound pushing away thoughts about my weird encounter. The lighting in the space between the bathrooms and the door is brighter and girls queue outside. At least one of them recognises me, I hear my name whispered. Beneath the heavy make-up and long, black hair, she’s young. Too young for me. Wow, I’m maturing. I laugh to myself, no, just getting too old for fucking girls in darkened corners. Not my style these days. Any more than a glance toward a chick, and I’m asking for attention so I adopt my ‘don’t fucking talk to me’ stance and stalk back to the bar.

I order a coke, again questioning my wisdom in surrounding myself with one of the drugs that fucked my life up. Why? Because in these bars I’m at the beginning, before I became Jem Jones, lead guitarist of the stratospheric Blue Phoenix. Where else can I immerse myself in the raw music that reminds me of the early days before I got lost?

A jarring guitar pitches into a frenzied song as the band launches into their set, no introduction. I turn from the bar toward the stage, encouraged I might be hearing something decent after weeks listening to wannabes who need to rehearse a lot more before they play in public. Bodies fill the sticky, wooden floor between me and the band; strobing lights pick out the band members.

Front of stage, mic in hand is the red-haired girl.

What the hell? Her voice cuts into the sound, an energy and depth to compliment the overpowering music. She has the crowd transfixed; I’m transfixed and that never happens. She’s fucking amazing. Beautiful. Intoxicating.

How can someone with the strength and a presence holding the crowd by the balls be weakened by the dickhead outside holding her throat?

The rest of the band are guys and I smirk with recognition as I watch the lead guitarist. He’s good, not as good as me, but makes up for it in his presence. He shakes his blonde hair from his face and picks out a girl in the crowd before turning on the kind of smile I used myself. Tag, you’re it. Yeah, there’s a fair few chicks fixated on this wiry, muscular guy with the looks to match his swagger.

The drummer is half-hidden but pretty damn good too, and the bassist is lost at the opposite end of the stage, intently focused on his performance. You get that, some people have no idea how to perform to a crowd. Blue Phoenix bass player, Liam, isn’t big into performing but he gets to hide behind his long hair; this guy’s short spiky black hair hides nothing, including the piercings covering his face.

The more I stay, and the more I hear, I know Ruby Riot are beyond special. The acoustics in the place are shit, some of their tuning is crap but with decent sound engineers this band would rock the fucking world. The world needs to hear this band and at that moment I decide to make it my job to see that they do.

I close my eyes to see what colour their music is – I see music as colour, always have done and I was pretty damn happy when I discovered I share this condition with Jimi Hendrix. I suspect the drugs are responsible for the synesthesia becoming stronger over time, more damage to my brain, but in this case I’m happy about it. This song is purple; red and blue melded into a vibrancy to match the girl’s voice.

I don’t let the girl see me, I don’t need to, she knows I’m here. Other nights, when bands knew Jem Jones was scouting them, it reflected in their performance. I scared them into mistakes and if that’s going to happen, they’re not ready to step outside their pubs and club circuits. This chick – no. If anything, I suspect she’s performing better.

I guess I’ll have to find her afterwards.

Towards the end of the set, I disappear outside for another nicotine fix and when I get back, Ruby Riot have left the stage. I head to the Green Room, hoping to hell Mr Muscles isn’t the band spokesperson. The flaking blue painted door is ajar so I walk in.

“I said I’m sorry,” says the red-haired girl as she turns. “Oh. You.”

Her face glows from the performance and she drags her hair above her head, twisting the damp tendrils into a ponytail. The movement is impossibly sexy, her flushed face and wide-eyes adding to the almost innocent attraction. Her plain black tank top is soaked at the front, perspiration slicking her skin. This chick is hot, and too young.

“You never told me it was your band,” I say.

“Thought you might leave if I did.” She reaches for a bottle of water behind her and when she wraps her painted red lips around to take a drink, I immediately picture them around my dick. Yeah, I guess some things’ll never change.

“Why would I leave?”

“Can’t see Jem Jones scouting out a band with a girl as lead singer.”

“Why not?”

She wipes sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. “Dunno. Just never seen Blue Phoenix with a female support band.”

“You’re not all chicks.”

She pulls a sour face. “That’s okay then, only one of the band are the weaker sex.”

“You’re twisting my words.”

“What do you want, Jem Jones?”


Her eyebrows rise along with her tone. “And you think I’ll fuck you because you’re the famous Jem Jones? We’re good. I don’t need to sleep with anyone to get Ruby Riot on the map. We’ll get there.”

I laugh at her, at her presumption and the hovering meaning behind. She either thinks I’m a complete asshole or she’s considering me in a fuckable light. Funny. Closing the door, I lean against it and cross my legs at the ankles.

The girl stiffens.

“I meant the band,” I say in a low voice. “Not your delightful self.”

“Oh. Shit.” Despite her bravado, the girl’s hands shake. She roots around in a large bag and pulls out a small bottle of whiskey.

This time when she drinks straight from the bottle, I lick my lips imagining my mouth around the bottle instead.

“What’s your name?” I ask.


“Ruby from Ruby Riot. Cute.” I flick my fingers at her. “You dyed your hair to match your name?”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“It’s not my real name.”

“What’s your real name?”

“What does it matter?”

Our staccato conversation is accompanied by much more beneath the words. Ruby’s eyes get me. Completely freak me out. Why is she so lost?

“You guys are good,” I tell her.

“Thanks, I know.”

“Wow, you’re hard to talk to.” I pull out one of Steve’s business cards and wave it at her. “This is my manager. I’m helping him find a support act for the next Blue Phoenix tour, tell him I asked you to contact him.”

Ruby looks at the card as if I’m handing her a bomb. “Blue Phoenix split.”

I huff. “No, we’re taking time out. We’re touring again early next year.” I step towards her, still holding out the card. “Gonna take it?”

I’m close enough to inhale Ruby – her scent, her warmth, her loneliness. And close enough to see the fading bruise beneath the make-up on her cheek. For a split second, I want to reach out and touch Ruby’s face, stroke away the mark. Her fingers go to her cheek, eyes warning me not to speak.

Ruby snatches the card. “I’ll ask the guys. Jax – the guitarist – makes the big decisions.”

Somehow, I can’t see anyone telling this chick what to do. “Sure.”

Ruby sits on the table and places her feet on the chair. Damn those boots are sexy, half way up those amazing legs. “And you can leave now.”

“You can’t be found alone in a room with Jem Jones, huh?”

“Yeah, exactly. Mind you, I always preferred Dylan, I might not have said no to him given the chance,” she shoots back.

Burned. “It’s always Dylan.”

Ruby parts her lips, as if she had an afterthought, but she doesn’t speak.

I head to the door and open it, the buzz of voices and music from the bar enter the quiet space.

No. Wait. I turn back. “Don’t waste the opportunity. You guys are good. Really fucking good.”

She nods slowly, the curious look still on her face. “I was lying by the way.”

“About the guitarist making the decisions for the band?”

“No, about preferring Dylan.”

When our gazes lock again, I’m dragged back to the place we belong in, the one I saw behind her eyes earlier.

But I’m not going there again, not for anybody. I can’t fix people, I only kill them, don’t I?

“Sure,” I say and close the door on my way out.




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Blue Phoenix Series Updates (And More!)

I’m not a good blogger. My time management skills are under duress since the release of Summer Sky, the first Blue Phoenix book, and getting worse.

I’m very lucky to have found somebody to help me out with organising myself (I’m looking at you Lou from Seraphim Book Reviews) and after a chat to her I’ve decided an attempt at a “weekly summary” may be the way to go. Facebook hides everything, my newsletters are occasional (I don’t want to spam your inbox) and Twitter… well, continues to baffle me. So here we go…


june10explainedplace Falling Sky (Blue Phoenix #2) is due for release on June 10th. This is the conclusion of Dylan and Sky’s story from Summer Sky (Blue Phoenix #1). They will appear in future books but this one focuses on their relationship. A large part of this takes part in the Blue Phoenix world, so you will find events that have a big effect on other band members.

There is the possibility of an early release and a lower release price for the first day. I’m still firming this up but newsletter subscribers will be the first to hear. Subscription link at the bottom of the post!

I’ve also started working on Rising (Blue Phoenix #3) which is Jem’s book and (strangely) the Christmas novella which I can’t say much about until Falling Sky is released!

I also want to say I am overwhelmed by the response to Summer Sky. As this was my first “indie published” book everything was down to me but I loved the control I had. This was a risk but the support of my family in pursuing this dream made things easier. I’m incredibly happy (understatement) that so many people loved Dylan and Sky’s story (especially those who fell in love with Dylan…mine! hands off!!) I’m even happier to be able to write the rest of the Blue Phoenix guys’ stories! So a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has bought, read and loved Summer Sky.


rosetext2titleI also write paranormal romance and urban fantasy books. Last year, I wrote the majority of a book titled Between. I’ve decided to finish and publish this book and hope to release in August this year. You won’t find your typical set of paranormal characters in this book… I always like to surprise! This book is a mash-up of several genres – paranormal romance, gothic horror, new adult and will span into a series. Heck, if I’m going to build a new and complicated world outside of the paranormal ‘norm’, I need more than one book out of it! So, think Being Human, Supernatural etc with some intense relationships thrown in. It will keep you guessing!



I’ve also set up a street team. A what?? some of you might ask! Check out this link and if you’d like to join in I’d be honoured to have your help! Some lovely ladies already help spread the word about my books and every day I’m amazed at the support I have.


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