Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Another Studs & Steel Novella on it's way...

I felt normal. I looked normal. I was normal.
I just happened to be deaf... I wasn’t always deaf. Up until I got that horrible illness when I was a kid, I’d been exactly the same as everyone else but now I was the same as everyone else to look at – I was just different. I was profoundly deaf in one ear and pretty much deaf in the other one if I didn’t wear my hearing aid – and that made me abnormal to some...
Thankfully they were few and far between and I was generally able to get on with my life – and have boyfriends and therefore a lot of fun – in peace.
Mum and Dad were fully supportive of me – as was my older brother, Josh.
I was perfectly happy – well, mostly.
I would be perfectly happy if my best friend was gay too – but sadly, he was as straight as a die – and in love with his girlfriend. Her name was Sasha and she was adorable. I could totally understand why he loved her. I kind of loved her too. I just loved him more and wanted him to be mine. It was never going to happen. Sometimes, as heart-breaking as it was to accept, love just didn’t happen between some people...

Pre-Order now from Amazon; release date 31st May 2017 

Friday, 14 April 2017

April Newsletter...

Hey guys, Happy Easter! Hope you're all going on Easter Egg hunts and having a wild time.
Let's hope the weather is kind to us and we can all have some fun in the sun...
I shall be writing, as usual :) It is my favourite pastime after all...
I've just finished writing Looking After Lorenzo, which is a novella that makes up part of the Studs & Steel series. I've also got another couple of these novella's in the pipeline - then next one being "A shoulder to cry on"
 However, I have a few others to finish up before I can get my teeth into that one...
As I'm sure you're all aware, the next book to be released is coming up fast and is "Buzz... Bedazzled" He's available now for pre-ordering and is on general release on 30th April 2017.
I'm busy writing the next one in the series, which is Stake-Out, and concentrates on the growing relationship between Denny and Blaine, the police officers that first appeared in Alfie... Abused.
I'm planning on getting the last two of Riverside out in the next couple of months and then I may throw in a couple of Novella's to accompany the series at a later date. I love the idea of catching up with the family again in a few years, so maybe...

I"ve also got a few to release later on this year in the "What If...?" series so, again - watch this space and I will get around to them!
As always, if you want to get in touch, just fill in the contact form and I'll get back to you :)

Have fun and I'll update you all again next month...

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Saturday, 8 April 2017

Out Now!

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06Y4N4LXY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1491645385&sr=1-1&keywords=heather+mar-gerrison

My name sounded exotic and foreign – sadly, I was neither exotic nor particularly foreign. Dad was obviously Italian but he’d been born and raised in England and couldn’t speak a word of it – and Mum was English, and I just had a stupid name.
Well, no, not stupid – just different. I was named after my Grandad...
Mum absolutely loved it and said my name sounded like a film star. I said it sounded more like a porn star. We didn’t speak for a week after that...

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Tuesday, 4 April 2017

It has a name now...

And it's going to be part of the Studs & Steel series....

Here's another teaser for you...

I looked up at Chelsea worriedly, “I thought you were supposed to be shown how to do this properly – you know, at the opticians?”
She snorted, “Nah,” she said as if I was completely stupid and making me feel a bit of a baby over the whole thing.
“Oh, okay.” I said, immediately interested in learning something new, “Go on then – what do I have to do?”
She started to explain how to open my eye really widely and then to get the lens on the end of my finger and to place it on my eye and then to look left and right to get it in the right place on my eye.
Well, that sounded easy enough. I got the lens on the end of my finger and in my enthusiasm to have a go, I managed to poke myself in the eye – hard. “Christ!” I groaned, “that hurt...”
Chelsea started fussing around me, “Oh, my God – look at the state of you.” She looked at me in horror, “Josh is going to kill me...”
Why would Josh want to kill her? “He won’t.” I said as I nursed my stinging eye with my flannel, “He’ll probably just laugh at me.”
Her face said otherwise, which was slightly bemusing to say the least. “Look, have another go – but for chrissakes don’t do that to your other eye as well...” She was peering at me with an even more horrified look than the one she was wearing before...
“What?” I asked, “What’s the matter with my eye?”
She bit her lip, “It’s swelling up.” She whispered.
I frowned and looked back in the mirror. Holy crap. It really was swelling up... “Okay,” I said, “Well, maybe I’ll have a go with the other eye.”
Chelsea whimpered.
I pursed my lips at her and gave her a glare with my good eye, “If you’re going to wimp out – go.” I said impressively – or at least, I felt kind of impressed with myself.
She shook her head, “Oh, God, no.” she said, “If he thinks I left you to your own devices, he’ll go spare...”
When the hell had Chelsea and Josh discussed me to the point of her knowing that he’d react so badly to me putting contact lens in my eyes badly? There was definitely something going on that she wasn’t telling me about...
I braced myself and had another go. “Holy hell!” I screamed as the contact lens touched my eyeball. “That stings like a bitch!”
“Get it out of your eye! Get it out!” Chelsea screamed.
In my haste to get the damned thing back off my eyeball I managed to poke myself in my one good eye, “Oh, my GOD!”
I think I managed to remove it, but my eyes were so sore and so closed up, I couldn’t actually see a damned thing anymore.
The next thing I knew, Josh’s voice was cutting over Chelsea’s rather shrill explanations and I made my way out to the landing – having to feel my way as I really couldn’t see a damned thing anymore. The next thing I knew, my knight in shining armour was whisking me off to A&E...


Friday, 31 March 2017

New story....

it doesn't have a name yet... but it's taken over my life today... here's the prologue of my latest effort, enjoy...

“You’re going to have to go ahead and find a house without me,” I dragged my hand through my hair as I stared at the board in despair. My flight had been cancelled and the next available flight wasn’t until Monday – when I was supposed to be teaching again and the house my friend Chelsea and I we were supposed to be viewing back in Birmingham would have been viewed by a million students and snapped up, leaving me and Chelsea quite possibly homeless for our last year in uni...
Chelsea was – is – my best friend in the whole world and she’d suggested my moving in with her and her other physics friends for the last year, since all of my other friends that I’d gone through the first two years with, were only doing three year courses and were not, therefore going to back for my final year.
Of course, they hadn’t taken a language – and therefore hadn’t gone abroad, teaching English, for their third year like I had. Fools. It had been the best experience of my life so far and my understanding, not to mention my accent, of the language had come on ten-fold. I didn’t sound native, which pissed me off a little – I was a bit of a perfectionist on the quiet, but I wasn’t far off and I planned to go back over the next year whenever I could to visit the friends I’d made – and I’d been offered a summer job for the next summer in my favourite coffee shop, so hell, I’d got next summer’s vacation all sewn up already and it was still only March...
“What?” she squawked, “Why?”
“My flight just got cancelled.” I grumbled, “You know what France is like...” Another strike...
“Oh, God, Josh!” she admonished, “You don’t seriously expect me to find a house for six of us to live in by myself, do you?”
I frowned, “I thought your mate was going with you.”
She snorted rudely – and, I might add, very impressively, “Oh, for God’s sake,” she muttered, “Lorenzo’s useless.”
I chuckled, “I thought you said he was a genius.” I said.
She sighed, “Well, yes.” She conceded, “He is a genius – there’s no question about that. The guy could give Sheldon Cooper a run for his money – but when it comes to choosing somewhere to live...”
I nodded sagely at my end of the phone, “I get you.” I said with a sigh, “He’s got no nouse.” He sounded like a total loser to me. I had no idea why she was bothering with him
“None whatsoever.” She groaned, “I knew this would happen.”
I sighed, “So why ask him to come in with us?”
I could hear the smile in her voice when she talked about him. She was clearly very fond of the guy, “Because he’s the sweetest soul that ever lived and I just know that you and he will be a match made in heaven.”
I laughed. She was definitely kooky... “I’m really sorry that I can’t be there to meet him then, babe.” I said sincerely, “I really wanted to come home.”
She immediately turned into ‘concerned Chelsea,’ which was kind of like a mother hen. I loved Chelsea. She was my best friend – and she was my best friend because we had absolutely no sexual chemistry going on at all.
I loved girls. I had a different girlfriend every week in the first year of uni – well, hell – give a guy a break. I was eighteen – I’d been let loose and I just wanted to have as much sex as it was possible to have. I was lucky that I was cute and chatty – girls just seemed to fall at my feet but Chelsea had never been sucked in by my awkward flirting and had told me in no uncertain terms that if I was interested in her in any other way than being her gym buddy, we weren’t even going to be friends.
It had been very refreshing. I’d only ever had mates that were guys before. She’d been in a committed relationship with her boyfriend since year eleven at school, which I thought was kind of cute, but very restricting...
My biggest problem was commitment. I really didn’t want any of the girls I got with to be my girlfriend. And I never lied about a thing. I never said I’d be their boyfriend. I was always quite clear (or at least I thought I was) that it was a one night only kind of arrangement. I gave them a good time. I had a good time myself. End of...
Unsurprisingly, I’d pissed off a good half of the girls in my building by the end of the first year and by the end of the second year, I was well known as a player. “Joshua Martin. Nothing but a hook-up kind of guy with no staying power.” Was apparently written on the wall in the girls’ bathroom in the SU bar. Well, I guess I kind of deserved that. I was my own worst enemy and the kinds of girls that were interested in me by the end of my second year were kind of a reflection of that whole attitude that I’d had going on. Still, it gave me time to work on my studies with no drama of a girlfriend dragging me down...
I was bored with all of it by the time I was going home for the summer and I was very glad to be spending a year away from all that shit. France... A whole year to re-invent myself. To take in the culture and quite possibly to meet a completely different type of girl...
Well, the culture was apparent in bucket loads. My little area of France, a small province in the South, was absolutely unbelievably beautiful. It was olde-worlde and yet chic and modern with wi-fi everywhere. Having said that – over winter it almost completely shut down with only a couple of die-hard coffee shops remaining open year-round. Still. I managed. Girls, sadly, were a different matter altogether. I hadn’t actually managed a date with even one girl in the whole six months I’d been away – not that I’d actually missed any of the whole chase thing. I was perfectly happy doing my job and learning to speak the language properly. I was getting pretty darned good at it too. Very few people immediately reverted to English anymore when I started up a conversation...
“Oh, sweetie,” Chelsea said, “Are you missing England?”
I swallowed. The truth was that actually, yes. I was missing England. France was beautiful and cosmopolitan and exciting and different. But it was also exhausting. Constantly thinking in one language and having to translate and converse in another made my head ache by the end of the day and I’d been really looking forward to seeing Chelsea again – and weirdly, to meeting Mr Lazzari. Oh, well, never mind... “I’ll be fine.” I assured her, “I’ll see you soon.”
“I’ll text you and forward photos of the houses.” She promised.
Well that was something at least...


Sunday, 26 March 2017

Have you discovered Studs and Steel?


Peyton and Kody, 
River and Jodie, 
Alfie and Harley...








Buzz and Franz, 
Blaine and Denny, 
Simon and Ben... 

But who does Seth finish up with...?