Marlie – suspense #romance set in wilds of #Canada – @anneli33 #booklaunch from Anneli Purchase

eBOOK_MARLIEToday I’m handing over my blog to the Canadian novelist Anneli Purchase whom I very much admire as a writer. If  you bond emotionally with the gravity and beauty of Nature and acknowledge the passion woven into the human heart by our primal struggles for survival you’ll like her work. Yes, that means strong and raw conflicts and of course some stimulating passionate romance. I’ve got Marlie on my Kindle today and I’m going to post a review as soon as I’ve finished. With Anneli’s books that does not take too long because once you’ve started that’s the end of all other plans for the day.

Now it’s over to Anneli…

When I was visiting Jan Brown, a high school friend I hadn’t seen in many, many years, she showed me the paintings she had done. One of them almost leaped off the wall and said, “I’m Marlie.”

I told Jan, “That is amazing! This is the girl in my book!”

Jan graciously offered the use of the painting for my book cover image and I’m ever so grateful to her.

In the painting, Marlie’s left eye says, “You’ve hurt me.” Her right eye is harder and, along with the determined way her mouth is set, it says, “Don’t you dare….”

Marlie is gorgeous, kind, and generous. She’s a bit naïve—maybe too trusting—but gutsy, with a strong will for self-preservation.

If only she could find someone to love her for the person she is, and not just for her pretty face. She’s had bad luck with men and knows she should be more choosy. Will she go through her life being too wary, shunning those who offer her love?

067Living on her own in the small northern island community of Masset in the Queen Charlotte Islands (Haida Gwaii), she tries her best to fit in, but she finds it’s not as easy as she thought it would be. When a local artist pays her a lot of attention, she is flattered. However, she makes a serious error in judgement. Perhaps he’s not the gentleman he first seemed to be. Marlie has a struggle to make a comeback, but the right eye and the determined mouth tell us that she won’t go down without a fight.

Meanwhile, a handsome commercial fisherman is standing in the wings. Neither he nor Marlie are sure they are right for each other. She is just a bit too left-wing for him and he’s too much of a right-wing realist for her. But there is no denying the sparks.

Set in the mystical beauty of the islands, “Marlie” will give you a sense of being there with her, while she fights her personal demons.

Author Bio:

IMG_0182aAnneli Purchase lived in the Queen Charlotte Islands for several years and has a special fondness for them. She now lives on Vancouver Island and spends her time writing and copy-editing when she is not pursuing her other hobbies of mushroom picking, photography, gardening, and sewing. “Marlie” is her fifth novel.



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London Romance at Christmas

London spice 1 Seduction of Santa is loaded into the sledge with Rudolph ready to zap a copy down your chimney. Yes, its December 1st with snow in the UK. At 99cents/99 pence it’s the greatest way to warm your heart and get into the Christmas spirit. I’ve put in some hot love, some heartbreak and sprinkled some glitter onto the hard streets of London town. Christmas is a magical time for many but the bare knuckle life of an inner city cop goes on. There is homelessness, hunger and loneliness. Metropolitan police constable Paula Middleton finds herself in a true life Dickensian tale. Tough guy Max Muswell at first stands in her way. There’s nothing more tempting  than a present of love wrapped up in danger. Dare she peep inside?Santa book

Seduction of Santa. Real London. Real Londoners. Real cop story. Real hot love. Real Christmas.


Tough Love at Christmas. Book Launch

Seduction Santa Review ad (1)Now here it is Merry Christmas, everybody’s having fun. Maybe in the USA this ever popular SLADE song is not quite so well known. In the UK it’s the equivalent of the summer cuckoo or the first blown leaf of Autumn. As the Halloween displays are packed away in Walmart, the Christmas songs hit the sound system.

This year I’ve gotten into the act myself. Seduction of Santa is my new Christmas story. It’s number six in my Seduction series. I’ve not made it too long because what woman has any time for herself at Christmas? It’s a story of cops, love and action set on and around the hard streets of London. It’s a spicy mix of crime, lust and loneliness. I also wanted it to take a serious look at some social issues so it’s not just froth and tinsel.

The heroine Paula  is a humble cop who also drives a community bus. If you can imagine these guys singing along to Boney M’s Mary’s Boy Child as they cross London Bridge to see the West End lights you’ve got the right stuff inside to love this story.

Seduction of Santa will sell at $2.99 but is on pre-order @99cents.

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Paula Middleton, a cop respected and loved by all but a woman alone with no one to love. When her heart encounters the tough and wild Max Muswell, she loses her head to a wanton passion. Together or apart they confront the same evil enemies. Will the conflict break them apart or unite them in love for Christmas?


Feeling Fruity in France

Fruity in France 28.8.2017 00438 degrees Centigrade is 100 in good old traditional Fahrenheit.  This is the not quite the mellow fruitfulness that the English poet Keats wrote about the British Autumn and I’m HOT.  Here in South West France is full on Emma Calin style bursting lust. So much fruit, colour and sheer reproductive joy is just spilling and spilling out all around me. I can’t stop it or even hold it back. I’m just making jam, pickles and relish in my kitchen and hot hot love in my office as I boil up the next Passion Patrol story. I pick ripe sweet figs and tomatoes hot hot hot in the sun. It’s passion in the pot and passion on the page. Nature gets you to a point where you just can’t hold back and you just have to let go……..

If you can’t wait here’s a crop of  full FREE summer fruity reads.

Baker Street 1978. Where have you been since?

Baker StreetThere I was at the checkout at the Intermarché supermarket  at Saint Jean d’Angely close to my home in South West France. I’d bought mussels to make moules marinères and a half decent Muscadet to accompany them.

And, I was humming, then singing along – “give up the booze and the one night stands…” The French  guy in front of me turned as I went into the sax solo under my breath. He smiled – he knew the song too. There it was, Jerry Rafferty’s Baker Street blaring out on the supermarket sound system – cutting through forty odd years back to a London teenage bedroom and an unformed mist of life ahead.

I could never have imagined that supermarket moment in a different culture and language that lay ahead of me. Only a smell has that same power as a song to zap you back to some place you didn’t even know you’d remembered.

What’s been your Baker Street moment and where does it zap you?


Holiday To France Aboard Le Bretagne

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I’m the gorgeous blonde in army boots with the handcuffs.

How often do you get to fulfill your fantasies? Well, OK – don’t tell me! (Isn’t life great when you just up and say what you bloody well want). BUT some fantasies just ain’t going to happen – like being a sexy magician’s assistant…….or maybe just a magician’s sexy assistant. The real shame is that my kids were not there to suffer obligatory embarrassment.

So, having traveled from my home in France to England to impart my hard-bitten worldly wisdom to my adult-lite kids in the UK for a couple of weeks, they wiped joyful tears from their eyes as I set sail back to Chateau Calin for Bastille Day on the Brittany ferry Bretagne. There I was, seated in the bar with Oscar, sipping our third or fourth organic vegan diet mineral waters, when Matt Grindley, the famous comedic magician appealed to the audience for a beautiful blonde female assistant to put him in handcuffs. Who else could he have wanted?  He must have read my books. Being a magician he knew I was there!

What a gent he was. He suffered my amateur febrile fumblings to put him in chains, rolled with me on the stage before at last I assisted in his erection – of a tent,  from which he escaped to mass applause. The man is a star and a trouper. I must say also that Brittany Ferries work hard to feature some top acts on their crossings. These guys are true pros who bring  show biz charisma to the journey.  Big Up Matt Grindley

And there’s even more performance to come. From the 18th July for one week all of my Passion Patrol novels are on sale at 99cents/99pence. OK: watch carefully. You take this cloth – you put it over  enough money to buy a cup of Starbucks coffee. You pull away the cloth and Voila – Three whole sexy police suspense action Romance books. Just like that. Magic! BOOKS 99c-99p.png





Britain’s got talons


Just wait until I get these heels fitted to my chariot.(photo Independent)

Was Theresa May inspired to call a surprise election by President Erdogan of Turkey when he made his lunge for total power? Will France become a one party nationalist state led by a woman? Will Britain end up the same way? (We’re halfway there).


Guys – it’s not a beauty show – but if you’ve got it…

Oh yes, and a woman takes over at Scotland Yard. It’s all been predicted and now it’s happening.


Checkmate for a Yardbird

Love Bleeds Blue – the thinking woman’s guide to practical lust, sex and politics. Catch the wave before it breaks over your head. At least with a passionate book you’ll drown smiling.

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Emma Thinx:  There’s nothing pretty about Pollytics.

Ubuntu: You bet!


Goddess of re-birth Freya. (Wikimedia)

Being an author I’m genetically perfected to accept setbacks, rejection and disappointment and that’s just making a trip to Walmart. Now and again something happens in life to restore my pre-birth default setting of optimism and belief.

Spending a lot of my life tapping at the screen I’ve gotten through a few digital partners. Male  hardware gets a bit shabby but holds up while the micro atoms of the soft porn operating system in their heads end up with  psychological viruses and abandoned by the gods who created them. I learned to live with a plain and simple old guy of 95.  He was  steady enough until they kicked away his walking cane. I left him for dead and took up with Vista. He gave me a wider outlook but one day he crashed. I moved on to Windows 10. He’s tricky, complex and suffers from the blues. I knew there was something going on – he was updating with a younger server somewhere. Behind my back he wiped out my connection and told me I no longer had a valid address. I ditched him. I’m not the kind of girl who can eat off a command prompt menu. If I’d wanted to log in as an administrator I’d have gotten a job at the town hall. The bodies piled up. If I could sell a few more books I could bite that forbidden fruit – an Apple.

Digitally speaking I’m a Ancient Geek. I believe in Zeus and oracles. A voice came to me and whispered “Linux” in my ear. For a while I thought it was a secret formula for Freemasons. The gods told me I could be the new goddess Freya of rebirth and immortality.  A Wagner fan like me had to listen. An Amazon woman delivered unto me the gift of life on a stick.  I dressed in my goddess overalls of white silk and opened the tomb. One by one I inserted the USB of life into the corpses of my deceased lovers. One by one they rose up. So far there’s no rivalry in my menage a quatre.


Menage a trois – it’s getting crowded in here

I feel like a queen of the noble Ubuntu tribe, not knowing which  warrior to caress. I’m writing this is on an old Dell Optiplex GX520 who became incontinent about two years ago. (Far left with small Cyclops green eye). One night he staggered out for an XP and couldn’t get his program to respond.


The secret of life revealed

I know, I know, all those hunky sexy tech types already knew about this stuff – but I didn’t.  It’s free and it’s there to help you.

Emma Thinx: If it seems too good to be true it’ll be running Linux.

Queen Launches Love Bleeds Blue

The champagne smashed into the bow. A vessel riveted together with 104,000 words slipped away to begin its life away from me. Even the Queen was in tears but only because of the onion in her after-party Cheddar sandwich. What do you mean Fake News? You just don’t believe I’d give Her Majesty a cheese sandwich do you?

Much of history is the concoction and revelation of fake news. The English Popish Plot of 1678, the arson of the Reichstag in 1933 and the 2011 European Union ruling on straight bananas spring to my mind. Not only was much of these stories untrue, they were also influential. And there my friends is where Love Bleed Blue offers its tiny voice in the debate.  The above video features my police consultant, the English poet Oscar Sparrow. He seems plausible enough to me! He’s what I call a deadpan of mass deception.

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Emma Thinx:  Walk towards the light, don’t throw a shadow on the future.

Launch Party: Love bleeds Blue

launch partyIt’s invitations across the nations. The great novel sits on its slipway. I’ve been out greasing the rails. Odd rough looking types are wandering about with sledge hammers – They’re either the guys who knock out the last wedges or Amazon one star trolls. We’ll soon know.

Tomorrow April 3rd at 8 pm London Time I’m exposing myself on Facebook.

Please please be there to win prizes, hold my digital digits, shore up the crumbling Leggo castle of my ego or even burrow down into the creative process to know why the hell writers put themselves through this angst.

Dear friends, lusty patriots of imagination land, refined intellectuals, decadent lovers of romantic frenzies and lacy suspenders of disbelief – you are welcomed to my hot hearth for this historic moment. The book is an oversexed duck-billed platypus thrashing in a golden Jacuzzi  of satirical minestrone. There’s something for everyone. Well, maybe not quite everyone….I don’t like the look of a couple of those sledge hammer guys.

Emma Thinx:   Be a superstar in your own soup.