New link for It Started With A House

Hi everyone, I've just found a way to get a great link to my novel It Started With A House.  It will redirect you to the correct Amazon site for your country!  http://bookShow.me/B008L2KNEW

Free book this Friday

For anyone interested in a free copy of my book 'It Started With A House' it's available this Friday 21st June 2013 on Kindle.  It's available on any Amazon site and can be found either by title or by copy and pasting the ASIN:B008L2KNEW into the search field! Keep in mind that the free giveaway is this Friday US time. Happy reading everyone!

Lizzie has moved!

Well, I've decided to get a bit more organised so I've created a separate blog for Lizzie's diaries, that way if anything exciting happens in my world, I can still keep you updated on this blog without confusing anyone to what is real and what is fiction :) so if you're following Lizzie you will find her at her new home at http://lizziefullersdiary.blogspot.com.au.  I hope she get lots of followers :)

Lizzie's diary

Wednesday 12^th June 2013

I was so excited today.  My new iPad cover arrived in the mail.  Of course I was being cheap and bought it from ebay rather than pay full price in the shop, so the wait seemed endless.  Yes my life is that sad that I’m excited about an iPad cover.  Progress on the house has been slowed down because Riley had to actually go back to work (he said he enjoyed my payments very much but apparently you cannot live on love alone) but today had been really wet so Riley had decided to work at the house.  I too was supposed to be working.  When I made the decision to go freelance I didn’t really have much to lose – I’d already quit my job.  But thankfully this was paying quite nicely.  It also meant that on days like today when Riley was working from home I got to sit back and admire his work.  Even though we’ve been together for a few months now I still have to pinch myself that he’s actually mine.  And he’s still as sexy as ever.  God, when he looks at me with those eyes I nearly melt. And don’t even get me started on his smile – I’ve been working really hard on my immunity to it still.  I’m a bit concerned that if I can’t I might be brain dead by the time I’m 33.  Sigh.

Anyway, back on track –  As Riley opened the door to our parcel post lady I will admit shock had been my first reaction.  Running down the side of her face and neck was a red liquid that looked a lot like blood. OMG! What kind of a neighbourhood did I live in that the post lady arrives nearly bleeding to death?   Riley ran to the kitchen to get a towel to help her and I ran grab my phone ready to call an ambulance when on closer inspection I realized it was her new hair colour that was running from the rain. Now her hair colour does change quite frequently but today’s colour was quite shocking.  Lets just say the town’s fire truck has some competition in the colour department.  I hope I didn’t embarrass the poor lady but when I may have asked if Google earth could see her, a very scary thing happened.  Her face turned the same colour as her hair.  Add to that her high visibility work shirt and I almost needed to put my sunglasses on.  Lets just say I think our parcels may not be getting the same quality of care as they usually do.  Then again, I’ll just ask Riley to answer the door next time without his shirt on.  That should get us back in her good books.

The Lizzie Diaries

I was recently doing some research on promoting my novel when an idea came to me that I thought would be quite fun.  I'd had a few people ask if there was ever going to be a sequel to my book - It Started With A House, and the thought had crossed my mind.  But in the mean time I thought it would be fun to create The Lizzie Diaries.  If you've read the book and liked the characters you can catch up with them daily,  here on my post.  I hope you enjoy reading about Lizzie as much as I enjoy writing her story.

Lizzie's diary - 11^th June 2013

Recently Grandma Mabel had a fall.  Now I must tell you that she’s ok, but Mum decided maybe it was time that Grandma should go into a nursing home.  I will admit that when I first heard about this plan I was scared and sad but then Mum convinced me that I should accompany them on their tour of the local nursing home and see for myself what a wonderful time Grandma would have living there. So this morning I kissed Riley goodbye (okay, it was slightly more than a kiss but you get my point, right?), jumped in my Mini and headed over to Mum’s.  I must say it appeared that Grandma Mabel didn’t share Mum’s enthusiasm for this tour as when I walked into the kitchen the look on her face was anything but happy, but there she was dressed in her Sunday best complete with her purple patent handbag (she only brought that out for special occasions so obviously Mum had warned her to be on her best behaviour). I felt a slight crack in my heart as we all got into Mum’s car and headed to the Allora Lodge Nursing Facility.  I’d been there once before so I had an idea of what to expect and I wasn’t disappointed.  Walking in we found the same room of Bingo players as last time that I was here.  Today our tour guide was a lovely lady by the name of Jessica who was obviously very well trained in making this place sound attractive because by the time our tour was over even I was ready to pack up and move in.  The idea of three meals a day cooked and delivered to your door, along with a fridge full of chocolate and the promise of a glass of wine every evening made this place a lot more appealing than the bingo tournament held in the dining room every Tuesday and Thursday morning.  Even though, I did notice Grandma smile when that piece of information was announced.  Well anyway, all went well with our visit and I did see Mum’s smile get bigger the more we looked around.  That was until we lost Grandma Mabel.  I mean this place was full of nursing staff and attendants, how could we lose her!  Mum of course blamed me.  Apparently it had been my job to keep an eye on Grandma but hey, I don’t remember getting that memo. The lovely Jessica assured us that she couldn’t have gone too far and suggested that Mum maybe visit the nurses station for some oxygen whilst she engaged the help of a lovely gentleman to help our search.  Of course we found Grandma eventually.  Our first thought was that she was probably playing bingo, as this was her second favourite pastime.  I was the one who remembered what Grandma’s absolute favourite pastime was but Jessica was a bit bewildered when I asked her if there were any attractive elderly gentlemen who were residents here.  It was the lucky (or more likely the unlucky) Benjamin Browning who was the recipient of Grandma’s favour today but I reckon I saw the sparkle in his eye as Grandma showed him her scars from her knee replacement.  Mum decided after this that maybe Grandma wasn’t ready for the nursing home just yet and suggested a quick stop for a pub lunch on the way home.  I’m almost sure that this stop was for the food.