Goldilocks and the Bear – Amazon Bestseller!

Well, well. well! Please allow me one more excited squee, because this is (still) very exciting for me: GOLDILOCKS AND THE BEAR just earned me an Amazon BestSeller orange banner, as #1 on the LGBT One-Hour Short Reads chart.

THANKS to everyone who’s bought, read, reviewed, recommended, talked about it – I’m immensely grateful. It’s a BIG treat for me to share it with the readers, as it was BIG fun to write LOL.

Please take a look if you think you’d like it, it’s at a very reasonable price, and also in KU. And if you leave a review??!!! I’d be even MORE excited!



BLURB: One week, two men, three Christmas trees. And hopefully a fairytale romance.

We both turned to stare at the tree behind him. The lower half, including the thick trunk, had come easily over the doorstep, but at some stage the netting that kept it in place had torn, and the branches had sprung free. They stretched either side of the doorway, at their full extent, and inside the café. One side reached half way up the open door, now pressed flat against the wall, and the other side had upended two chairs at a front table. Behind them, still on the pavement outside, the branches from further up the tree had mushroomed out like the upper half of an egg timer—with the café doorway as the squeezed middle. It was a magnificent tree: its needles shone a bright, clean green. The trunk was sturdy, copper-toned wood. The whole thing reeked of health and beauty and Christmas spirit.

And it was crushed up in my café’s doorframe until I was afraid the old wood would split asunder. I may even have heard it creak in protest.

The man-bear shook his head and shoved the delivery note back into his pocket. “Looks like they directed me to the wrong shop.”

“Well, obviously, because I never ordered it—”

“In fact,” Molly broke in. “Gil hasn’t ordered a tree at all this year.”

“No tree at all?” The giant man looked momentarily disconcerted—or was that disapproving? “You don’t like Christmas?”

“I like it well enough,” I muttered. “But as you can see, there’s little enough space here.” I could only afford this small unit on the outskirts of a small Essex shopping mall. It was last Christmas’ gift to myself, the best I could do when Paulie, my partner—in business and romance—had scarpered with most of my savings to set up a bar in Ibiza. Without me, in either capacity. But life has to go on, right? I just downsized my dreams from our swish supper club venue to my small local café. After installing the counter and display cases, and covering two of the other walls with bookshelves for the romance novels I loved to read and share with customers, there wasn’t much room left for tables and chairs, let alone ambitious decorations.

Over the giant’s left shoulder, I could see old Mr. Brooke hopping from one foot to another as he peered into the shop past the branches. He was a creature of habit, and he always had his caramel latte at this time of the afternoon. If he could get into the café, that was. Behind me, a half-dozen members of the Women’s Institute Book Club stirred restlessly, and two pre-school boys had wriggled out of their mothers’ clutches and were gleefully stabbing a pile of paper napkins with a stray pine stalk.

“So. Anyway. You have to do something about this!” My voice seemed to be higher than usual.

He shrugged, his grin now rueful. “Not a lot I can do, at the moment. It’s well and truly stuck.” He tugged on the trunk as if to convince me further and, yes, I definitely heard the doorframe creak. “Should have realised the measurements didn’t add up. All I can do is apologise and arrange to have someone come and cut it out as soon as possible.” He rummaged in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. His fingers darted over the keys as fast as any teenager, sending a quick message. My gaze was still fixed on the backs of his hands—strong, with more than a smattering of dark hair over the lower digits—when I realised what he’d said.

“But it can’t stay there! My customers can’t get out—”

“I can open the back door,” Molly offered helpfully, or not, as the case may be.

“—and no one can get in, either. This is Christmas week, with all the passing trade from shoppers. I have a full schedule of seasonal events, and those new snowflake cupcakes on offer!”

The man’s pupils dilated. “There are cupcakes?”

For God’s sake. Again. Was no one taking this crisis seriously?

“We could cut the branches off right now,” said a voice at my ear. Mrs. Potter from the Book Club had crept up beside me without me realising: no taller than five foot, no heavier than eight stone, and seventy-two last birthday. But the gleam in her eyes was worthy of a Steven King character at his most manic. “Do you have a chainsaw in the café, Gil?”

“No, I bloody don’t!”

The giant was grinning at me, though he’d taken a cautious step away from Mrs. P. “Please don’t worry, ma’am. Leave it to a professional. A guy from the garden centre is on his way with the right tools.”

“The right tools are always useful.” Mrs. Potter gave a snort. When I snapped my gaze to her, she waggled her eyebrows and winked at me. Winked! What on earth was that all about? She knew, of course, I was gay and, yes, I had occasionally dated a customer, though it wasn’t like I shared my social diary—sparse as it was—with all and sundry. But this guy was just doing his job, wasn’t he? This poor guy… this poor, buff, guy… this poor, buff, strong, hairy, handsome bear of a guy…

A passing jab in the ribs from Mrs. P on her way back to the Book Club table, and I started to wonder if I’d been wise to add more gay romance titles in with the historical bodice rippers…….

Boys … in Season … for you!


It looks like a few of you canny readers have already discovered the extended release of my winter-themed anthology BOYS IN SEASON this month! It’s been on Kindle for a while, but I decided to release it on All Romance Ebooks as well – where it’s just earned a Best Seller star!


Thanks for the support <3.

Tempted to buy? Here are the links:

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It’s Joe and Duncan’s first Christmas as a married couple, and there are bound to be tensions, right? Joe’s a man of few words, unlike Duncan, but he loves his guy and is happy to let Duncan talk as much as he needs. He’s even resigned to the occasional argument. But when Duncan wakes him in the middle of the night, Joe hopes he has something more interesting to share than what gifts to buy.


Andy Jackson always knew that class 2C’s help in preparing for the annual Christmas Fair would be a mixed blessing. Then he’s paired up on the Lucky Dip with Greg, the man who dumped him but now can’t keep away, the pupils are either lecturing him on his lovelife or losing bladder control, and no one’s fixed the broken handle on the storage room. It may all be one whoopee cushion too far for him.

Previously included in the anthology Winter Warmers


Seb and Jamie argue over most things, even in the season of presumed good will. When a totally unsuitable “Secret Santa” present for each of them causes even more tension, the hostility threatens to ruin the pleasant Christmas meal they had planned with friends. But there are strange forces at work tonight and both of them seem to be acting out of character. They find they’re working together in the kitchen, sharing confidences, and admitting to feelings they never dared before – and cooking up something rather more exciting than food!

Previously published by MLR Press


No one likes travelling by public transport in the Christmas season, and Drew complains bitterly. Until Joe – his colleague, best friend, and maybe more – makes his own announcement.


Caleb and Owen have been living together for a while. But they’re still working out the ground rules of two strong-minded men in the same household. What starts as a deceptively simple discussion on whose name should come first on the Christmas cards develops into a passionate debate – and glitter on naked skin!


In the small hours of the morning, on opposite sides of town, Jake and Matty each seek a shoulder to cry on after a fierce argument. But when their long-suffering listeners have had enough, it’s time for the guys to realise where they’ve gone wrong.

Vote at Love Romances Cafe Best of 2013

My delicious cover for FLYING COLORS is nominated for Readers Choice: Best Cover in the Love Romances Cafe awards.

Please come along and vote for it if you wish! Voting starts MONDAY 20th and runs until Friday 24th.

I’ve also included all the other category nominees below so you can browse in advance and decide if you have favourites there to vote for :). You vote by means of a poll – as soon as you make your choice in a category, that poll closes for you, and you move on to the next.

This is where it’s all taking place:

LRC Yahoo Group

You have to be a member of the Group to be able to vote, but it’s easy to join and FREE. However, if you want to vote, make sure you apply for membership ASAP, because it’s a manual moderation procedure, and may take a short while to process.

HERE’S HOW YOU VOTE from Dawn Roberto, the Moderator/owner:

“Voting will commence at midnight (USA/EST) on January 20th so DOUBLE CHECK YOUR TIME DIFFERENCES if you have one. You vote too early, your vote will NOT count.
All winners will be announced by Dawn Roberto only. NO screaming you won when the poll closes as until I tally votes that are done privately from the review staff. You scream you won, you get disqualified. Plain and simple.
All polling will be done on the LR Café’s Yahoo Group. You MUST be a member of the group in order to vote. Joining is easy- click on
One vote per person only.

Announcement of winners will be on January 28th 2014 at Noon pm est (USA). on the LRCafe Yahoo Group and on the LRCafe Facebook Group. ”


Clare : Wow, it would be fun to get a mention in the winners for my birthday *winkwink*

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