Free Chick Lit anthology to warm your winter!

‘Seasoned With Romance’ is a group of Aussie Chick Lit authors comprising:

Georgina Penney, moi, Carla Caruso, Laura Greaves, Belinda Williams, Samantha Stacey Bond and Vanessa Stubbs, and we’ve just released another FREE Chick Lit anthology!

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Six sizzling fun-size chick lit stories

Wish Upon a Star by Sarah Belle
Abby can’t wait to marry her gorgeous fiancé, Xander – until she realises they’ve never had an argument. How can she expect their marriage to weather life’s storms when their relationship has never truly been tested?

A Friend in Need by Laura Greaves
When her best friend announces that it’s not possible for people in committed relationships to have single friends of the opposite sex, Megan is determined to prove her wrong. But are her feelings for her boyfriend’s best mate, Rye, purely friendly – or is Megan playing with fire?

The Reject Club by Carla Caruso
Tired of being rejected in both her personal and professional lives, Maya has retreated to her grandmother’s seaside cottage to clear her head. The last thing she needs is a man to complicate matters – especially one as alluring as Garrett…

The Getaway by Vanessa Stubbs
When Dominique heads to the Tasmanian wilderness with husband Ricky, it’s a make-or-break weekend for their struggling marriage. Is Ricky the same man she fell in love with – or is rugged Cal what she really needs?

Bad Things Come in Threes by Belinda Williams
First her marriage collapsed. Then she lost her job. Wynter isn’t sure whether she can cope with another disaster. And when Marty enters her life, she doesn’t know whether he’s the best thing to happen to her – or the very worst.

Songbird by Samantha Bond
Washed-up pop star George would do anything for another crack at the big time, and when he discovers talented young singer Annabella he sees his chance. There’s just one problem: Annabella’s feisty mother, Catherine.

 

So, if you’re looking for some winter giggles, some warmth, some lurve you can download your free copy here:

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Old Love…

As a teenager I had a very naive, limited interpretation of romantic love. But despite my innocence, and experience gained only  from TV sitcoms, I still believed in the essence of love. I just didn’t know how to describe it, and often confused it with lust, obsession, or just a simple crush.

In my mid-twenties, I thought I understood love. After all, hadn’t I matured? Wasn’t I part of a long term relationship? But I didn’t understand it at all.  Not real love. Not the kind of love that would last a lifetime and beyond.

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Now, although I am still learning, I have a better understanding of love:

Love is quiet, sometimes unspoken.

It is an essence, an energy,  that exists between two people who not only acknowledge the imperfections in each other, but accept them.

It is the bond between two people who cherish partnership, whilst respecting  individuality.

It is aspiration and inspiration. It is unwavering friendship.

It is allowing the other to help you stand when you cannot get to your feet.

It is supporting and inspiring the other person to be the very best version of themselves, without expecting them to change.

It does not end. The passing of one does not leave the other any less in love.

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Above all else, it is unconditional.

Love is what grows out of challenge and adversity.  It’s what keeps you together during the hard times. It’s what makes you smile and laugh louder during the good ones.

It is for the young, the not-so young, and the young at heart.  Sometimes society gets so caught up in the romantic ideal of a young couple in love, that we undervalue the love shared between the elderly- love that has stood the test of time, the fading of youthful appearances, the triumphs and the tragedies, or simply love found later in life. To me, it is the most inspiring love of all.

And so today, I wish you all Old Love.  xxxx

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The Beauty of Love…

The question is asked, “Is there anything more beautiful in life than a boy and a girl clasping clean hands and pure hears in the  path of marriage? Can there be anything more beautiful than  young love?”

And the answer is given. “Yes, there is a more beautiful thing. It is the spectacle of an old man and an old woman finishing their journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled, but still clasped; their faces seamed but still radiant; their hearts are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion for one another. Yes, there is a more beautiful thing than young love. Old love.”

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A thank you to my mum…

Every year on Mother’s Day, I send my mum a card thanking her for all the things she did for me during my childhood and teen years. Mind you, I wasn’t able to thank her for most of these until I was safely out of the confines of her house and care, mainly because she would have bolted the doors and denied me access to the outside world until I turned forty seven.

Here’s my list of the top things I have thanked my mum for in recent years. Of course, there are many, many more things, such as giving birth to me, covering all of my school books and writing my name on each and every pencil, but you get the gist. (And yes, she has a great sense of humour.)

1. Thanks for getting me out of nappies and toilet training me because it’s a really handy skill to have when you’re living on your own.

2. Thanks for making your special Chow Mein once a week, consisting of ninety five percent cabbage, three percent mince and two percent lurid yellow colouring. Because of this weekly torture, I am able to eat anything anyone serves me and lie convincingly about how delicious it is. (Even my mum admits that it was a terrible meal, and my eldest brother is as equally scarred as I am in regards to any form of Chow Mein.)

3. Thanks for being oblivious to the fact that a ‘Blue Lagoon’ cocktail contained both Vodka and Blue Curacao. We went out to dinner each Saturday night and I was permitted to have two (yes, two!) ‘pretty blue drinks’, resulting in me building up a tolerance to the effects of alcohol at an early age. Consequently, Saturday night with my parents didn’t suck too much.

4. Thanks for forcing me to bring each boyfriend home prior to them taking me out, (except for the ones I was smart enough to not tell you about). Each boy was interrogated and intimidated by the line up of my three large, scary older brothers. This ensured that I stayed single and dateless for the majority of my teens, which limited my exposure to sexual activity, prolonged my virginal state, and probably ensured that I didn’t catch a sexually transmitted disease or fall pregnant.

5. Thanks for sleeping like the dead so that sneaking out the front door in the middle of the night and into a revving V8 driven by some teenage boy was not such a challenge. These were the boys I never told you about.

6. Thanks for drinking cask wine instead of the bottled variety, because it was impossible for you to have known how much was missing.

7. Thanks for insisting that I accompany you to many seasons of live theatre because it was the first time I had ever seen a penis – although the smile on your face at the sight of the young, naked actor was burnt into my memory like a branding iron and haunts me to this day. I still don’ t know what disturbed me more – a real-life penis or the Cheshire Cat grin on your face and enlivened mood for the rest of the evening.

But most of all, thanks for being you. Love you to the sky and back again, Mum! xx