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 The Pitfalls of Writing Erotic Romance in a Series

One of the most popular genres of today is erotic fiction and books written in a series occupy most of the market share. This is because readers like myself, have invested time, energy and yes very real tears when we read how our heroes and heroines manage to finally achieve their happily ever after.

The problem for authors is introducing these characters back into the storyline of the current hero and heroine without detracting from the new story and without giving the old characters too onerous a problem they cannot solve without a major plotline of their own. After all, the new story is just that. A new love interest and a whole other set of problems for the characters to face.

How do I manage to weave established characters in my Doms of the cage Series? Sometimes with great difficulty. For example, I have a running on/off Dom/sub couple who will eventually have their happily ever after, but I have invested so much plot line to them my readers are demanding the book appear sooner than I originally intended. The problem is that if I publish their story early the whole arc of the series will be ruined.

Hopefully, my latest novel The Heart of the Matter will be more of a success as the main characters from Take My Hand once again make a supporting role appearance along with the other quirky members of the Cage. There are some authors who come back to write further novels involving characters who have achieved their happily ever after, but they walk a fine line between ruining the original plot line of the story and enhancing the character development. When done correctly, the addition of previous heroes and heroines in a series can really take a series from good to great!



Author: P Nelson

Publisher: Independent

Pages: 205

Genre: Erotic Romance/BDSM

Eric Danvers thought he had found the perfect submissive before she was swept right out of his arms. Now pining after the one woman he can’t have, Master Eric finds himself stuck in a gruelling cycle of emotional torture that has nothing to do with his BDSM lifestyle. Just as he was about to take a hiatus from The Cage and the lifestyle altogether, Master Eric is asked to take on the role of training Dom for one of the new subs. Rather than agreeing, he’s coerced into the role and finds there’s more to his new training sub than meets the eye. Elizabeth Williams is a sub on a mission. Elizabeth Williams has read every single book on BDSM she can get her hands on, and she feels as if this is the lifestyle for her. After saving up for an entire year and working an extra job, she finally had enough money to enter the couples training program at the most exclusive BDSM club in Vancouver. Unfortunately, as soon as Elizabeth and her boyfriend are accepted, he decides that he wants a different sub. Elizabeth decides not to let go of her dream and enters the submissive training program. Master Eric soon finds that Elizabeth Williams may be more sub than he can handle. He loves her brattiness, but he knows it hides a pool of inner hurt that cried out to his Dom instincts to heal. Elizabeth falls for Mater Eric as soon as she meets him and really believes she cannot help her brattiness. She wants to give him her true submission, but she might not be able to set aside her past hurts to move on. Read the story of Master Eric and Elizabeth in The Heart of the Matter.



Book Excerpt:

Eric sat on a stool at the bar of his former favourite place in the world. The sound of whips, hands meetings fleshy backsides along with the moans and groans of sex used to relax and centre him. Now, it was just a reminder of what he wanted but couldn’t quite seem to reach. He took another pull from the beer bottle and surveyed the crowd, looking for the couple he most wanted to watch a scene. Eric knew it was perverse, but if he couldn’t have Lilith, then he didn’t mind being their third wheel.

“Master Eric.” The cheery voice of the resident shrink Calla Jones buzzed in his ear. Eric didn’t need a shrink to tell him what his problems were. He already knew he was straight-up fucked.

“Calla, can I just ask you to go away, and you will like a good sub?” Eric asked as his eyes slid over the petite blond. She was wearing short leather boy shorts, but instead of fetware on the top she wore a T-shirt that read DM.

“Not a sub tonight, Master Eric.” Calla smiled and pointed at her shirt. “I’m a dungeon monitor, and I need to get through some club business while I’m at it.”

“Don’t let me keep you.” Eric contemplated the last bit of beer and wondered whether he should even bother ordering his second beer. He could have only two drinks at the club. If he wanted to get really wasted, Eric would have to either go home or find another bar.

Instead of moving away, Calla pulled out the stool next to him and sat down. Eric groaned and wondered whether he could make a hasty retreat before she opened her mouth. It wasn’t very Dom-like, but at this exact moment, he really didn’t care.

“Master Eric, the club needs you to step up.” Calla’s voice had gone from cheery sub to serious shrink in less than a heartbeat.

“You know I’d do anything for the club,” Eric replied slowly because he had a fairly good idea of where this was going. Even though he would do anything for the club, there was something he wasn’t willing to commit to right now.

“Good. Master Gaige has decided not to train any more subs. He wants to focus all his attention on his new permanent sub-Lilith,” Calla explained what Eric already knew.

“Yes, I’m aware of their situation,” Eric’s voice grated out. Unfortunately, he was too aware of their relationship. Eric was Lilith’s boss, and he had waited months to introduce the obvious natural sub to the lifestyle, but another Dom had pipped him at the post. It was galling to know he had been half in love with Lilith all that time, and now the only time he got to scene with her was in the company of the Dom she obviously loved.

Calla’s face softened slightly as she looked at him. “We need another Dom to help out with the training. There’s a girl who’s ready to start in the next week, and I had her lined up for Master Gaige, but I think you’ll suit her much better.”

“Listen, Calla…” Eric began thinking that normally in the kink world he didn’t have to make excuses. He was a Dom and whatever he said was unquestioned by subs and other Doms. Unfortunately, this was Calla in shrink mode and that made things much more difficult. “I’m not really in the mood to spank virgin ass right now. Can’t the twins do it?”

They both looked towards the dungeon floor where two stacked Doms wearing the requisite leather pants were watching a demonstration by the owner of The Cage, Master Flynn. He was using a six-foot single tail whip to punish a sub tied to a St Andrews Cross. By the look on the sub’s face, she was enjoying every minute of it.

“They’re not twins,” Calla’s voice had become brusque at the sight of Master Flynn, “as you are well aware. And it’s the middle of the hockey season. With their out-of-town schedule, neither of them has time to take on a full-time sub, let alone commit to a thirty-day training program.”

Eric glanced around the club, looking for anyone who could give him a way out of this situation. He spotted a Dom working a girl over with a sadistic glee. She was screaming around her ball gag as he placed punishing blows all over her body. “What about Master Keith?”

Calla gave him a look as if he were out of his mind. “Are you kidding me? I can’t give a newbie sub over to the resident sadist. What the hell are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking you owe me ten for using a swear word.” Eric felt good for the first time that night. He was a man who liked to give out punishments normally.

“When was the last time you had a scene that didn’t involve Lilith and Master Gaige?” Lilith asked bluntly.

“I don’t have to answer that question, Calla.” Eric’s voice had grown hard. He wasn’t mad, more embarrassed.

“You haven’t played with anyone at the club in months, so unless you’re doing scenes outside the club, the answer is you haven’t played with any subs except for

Lilith.” Calla held up her hand when Eric opened his mouth to speak. “I get it, I really do. You wanted to bring Lilith into the fold, but it didn’t work out that way. You have to move on before it starts affecting her relationship with Master Gaige. After everything she’s been through, Lilith deserves happiness.”

“I know that, dammit.” Eric didn’t normally lose his patience, but he felt as if he were on edge.

“Good, the sub’s name is Elizabeth Williams; she is a total newbie to the lifestyle. Elizabeth was supposed to start the couple’s training last week, but at the last minute her boyfriend, and would-be Dom pulled out on her. So now, they’re doing the training separately.” Calla explained.

“Why did he pull out?” Eric was curious about this girl even though he hadn’t met her.

“Neither of them said.” Calla’s voice was casual, but years of reading women’s emotions in the lifestyle alerted Eric that Calla was not completely honest. “Listen, she’s a great girl. Ready for a big lifestyle adventure. She has a lot of energy and is super-curious about everything. My analysis leads me to believe Elizabeth will be a brat of the highest order, and she’s going to need a Dom with a very firm hand.”

“I have a firm hand,” Eric said absently as he thought about Jane. He needed to get his head back in the game. Why not do it with a curious tourist? Eric could go back over the basics of the BDSM lifestyle and get his mojo back. At the end of the thirty days, they would go their separate ways. No fuss, no muss.

“Yes, you do, Master Eric,” Calla replied watching him intently. She didn’t say anything else letting him come to his own decisions.

“I’ll do it.” Eric watched Calla’s face light up. “On one condition.”

Calla scowled at Eric. “What condition?”

“You find someone else for the next training sub. I don’t mind taking one on every once in a while, but I’m not going permanent like Master Gaige.” Eric was serious. He didn’t want to be stuck with all the newbies.

“Deal, but you know we don’t get a lot of tourists through The Cage anyway.” Calla seemed happy with his decision. “I’ll forward your details on to her, and the two of you can meet out in the mundane world.”

“Fine.” Eric eyed Calla as she stood up, getting ready to leave. “Where are you going, Calla? You owe me ten.” She appeared to struggle with the command for a second before demurely lowering her gaze.

“Where do you want me, Master Eric?” she asked.

“Pull your shorts down to your ankles, lean over and rest your hands on the bar.” Eric felt a surge of satisfaction go through him as Calla immediately did as he requested. Going into the bag at his feet, Eric unzipped his kit and looked through it until he found what he was looking for.

“What’s your safe word, Calla?” Eric asked as he tested the weight of the paddle in his hand. It felt good to have an instrument of torture ready to use.

“Red, sir,” Calla answered immediately.

“Good girl.” Eric reached up and pushed the T-shirt away from Calla’s ass to reveal the small of her back. Calla was a good-looking woman, but she needed a little more meat on her bones for Eric’s liking. “It’s a count of ten. This is a punishment, so I want to hear you count out.”

“Yes, sir.” Calla’s voice had become breathless in anticipation of Eric lighting her ass up.

“Good girl.” Eric lined the paddle up with the fleshy part of her ass and struck. The sound of the paddle hitting her ass made his balls tighten and his dick harden.

“One.” Calla breathed out.

The next few smacks came in rapid succession, landing just after Calla’s count. Hearing her breathy voice, seeing the way her body responded to his paddle brought Eric the kind of peace he had searched for these past few weeks. He was finally out of his head and in his Dom space, working over a woman who was committed to this small scene with him.

“Ten.” Calla sighed and her head sagged between her outstretched arms.

“Good girl, Calla.” Eric’s voice was rough. “You took your punishment like a good sub. Do you want to be rewarded?”

“I think I can handle that.” The voice of The Cage’s resident porn star said from beside him. Eric knew that Calla had been playing with Master Dillon and his protégé Master Mason for the past few months. Calla wasn’t wearing either of their collars, but Eric felt himself step back emotionally and physically.

“Of course, Master Dillon.” Eric relinquished his rights to aftercare to Master Dillon who inspected his handiwork on Calla’s ass. He rubbed the red stinging flesh, and Calla whimpered in response.

“This is very nice work, Master Eric.” Master Dillon commented in a matter-of-fact tone. Normally, the guy was full of sarcastic comments, but tonight he appeared to be serious.

“Thank you, Master Dillon.” Eric took out some cleansing wipes and used them on his paddle before he put it back into his kit bag. Eric watched as Master Dillon leaned over Calla and said something in her ear. She nodded and stood up with a slight wobble. Master Dillon helped her pull her boy shorts back up and signalled for Master Mason to come over.

“Why don’t you administer a little aftercare to Calla, Master Mason?” Master Dillon addressed Master Mason as he approached. A grin spread across the other man’s face, and he picked Calla up and held her to his chest.

“No problem, Master Dillon.” Master Mason nodded to Dillon before doing the same to Eric. “Have a good night, Master Eric.”

Before he strode away, Calla’s voice called out, “Don’t forget to watch for Jane’s phone call.”

“I won’t.” Eric accepted the reminder. He was looking forward to meeting this new sub and seeing where the next month took them.

“You taking on a new sub?” Dillon asked Eric with a frown.

“Yup. A training sub,” Eric replied, and Dillon frowned harder. “What?” Eric was starting to get worried over Dillon’s reaction.

“Tricky business, training new subs,” Dillon remarked as his gaze caught something that looked interesting. Eric followed where he was looking and spotted Lilith and Gaige approaching a St Andrews Cross. His heart clenched at the sight. “You don’t want to end up like them, having to scene with one sub for the rest of your life.” Dillon’s voice took on a tone of sympathy.

Eric thought about only playing with Lilith for the rest of his life and believed it wouldn’t have been such a bad thing. But he was looking forward to meeting Elizabeth and working out some of his demons.

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About the Author

P Nelson has just started her journey in Erotic Romance this year with her debut novel Take My hand. The Rehabilitation of Master Dillon is a prequel novel to Take My Hand focusing on the character of Master Dillon. Nelson calls Vancouver her hometown and is married with one young daughter. At 6.00pm most days she can be found with a G&T in one hand and either her daughter or a good book in the other.



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🦄The Second Window by Erica Kiefer🦄Blitz🦄

The Second Window
Erica Kiefer
Published by: CTP Pulse
Publication date: December 5th 2017
Genres: Romance, Suspense, Young Adult

As her senior year flies by on cruise control, seventeen-year-old Olivia Cole yearns for excitement—something her upscale private school no longer provides. Her job as a grocery store bagger isn’t much help…until the day she has a bizarre exchange with the cagey town recluse. When the woman abruptly surrenders to the police, Olivia feels compelled to dig deeper into her perplexing story. But the investigation stalls when Olivia receives another piece of news—Andre Steele, the golden boy of Westmont and her previous tormentor, has unexpectedly returned from his four-year stay in Brazil—and the whole school is buzzing! All at once, Olivia’s dull and predictable life is uprooted, and she wonders if “boring” was so bad after all.

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The Second Window

When your identity shatters with every unveiled secret, you might have stepped into The Second Window.


Meet OLIVIA COLE, a senior at Westmont Academy whose private school, upscale life provides little to challenge her predictable life. Smart, sophisticated… and utterly bored with being seventeen, she sets her sights on adventure and breaking the mold.

Then, halfway into first semester, ANDRE STEELE returns from Brazil…


It’s been four years since Olivia has seen him. Four years since he mercilessly pranked and teased her during her awkward seventh grade year. Now he’s back, as popular and attractive as ever, and Olivia is on the run from his attention and apologies.


Then the town recluse, JODIE PORTER, whose strange behavior towards Olivia is both eerie and intriguing, turns herself into the police. Her claims involve the death of a child that nobody even knew about.


Olivia eagerly dives into the investigation with her best friend, JORDYN WALKER, whose bold and sassy personality spur Olivia on. Before long, one secret after another leads Olivia down a path that threatens the foundation of who she is and the future that awaits her.

Join the cast of The Second Window, where betrayal hides in what you don’t see. Coming soon! December 5th, 2017


A stranger to me, I knew nothing about Jodie except that she lived on the outskirts of town. People referred to her as a hermit because she rarely ventured from her home, and when she did, it seemed only long enough to purchase groceries. She was nobody important to me—just the occasional name carried through the wind when there was nothing else to talk about. However, like clockwork, I bagged her scant items every Thursday at four PM. The odd interactions I’d have with the woman would sometimes be the most interesting part of my shift at Wayland’s, a discounted store that served as employment during the summer, and now into my senior year.

I met her eyes again, which seemed to never leave mine, peering at me with an intense silence that I couldn’t explain. She didn’t frighten me, exactly. On the contrary, there was a meekness about her that suggested her gentle nature. While she hardly smiled, she didn’t have a mean face. It was more like the bland expression of a person who had little to smile about. Yet I wondered at her reservation, certain she had more to say than she ever allowed.

Jodie’s slender fingers pulled cash from her wallet and she handed over the bills. When she turned to me once more, her teary eyes alarmed me. She swallowed hard, like she was washing down emotions that rose against her will.

“Are… are you okay?” I asked, hesitating as I placed her grocery bags into the cart. Her hand fell swiftly on top of mine, squeezing my palm. Startled by the sudden physical contact, I jerked my hand away. I regretted my actions the moment her expression shifted.

Eyes wide, she shook her head, her mouth opening as though horrified by her behavior. A tear slid down her cheek, and she brushed it away in haste. “I’m sorry.” Sniffling, she snatched her three bags from the cart and scurried toward the exit. “Hey!” I called after her. I exchanged a look of confusion with Marlene before following Jodie to the automatic sliding doors. “Wait! It’s Jodie, right?” She paused, sniffing once more. She looked back at me over her shoulder, eyes red and sorrowful. “Um, can I help you to your car? I really should have double-bagged that one.” I pointed to the bulging bag containing the heavy soups, grasping for an excuse to stall her from leaving.

The tiniest smile crept along the corners of her mouth. Her green eyes brightened beneath the sheen of tears. Relieved, I smiled back. Her next words fell from her lips in a low, quiet tone. “You take care of yourself.” Then she walked out into the cool air.

I stood there perplexed, watching this strange woman escape to the parking lot. Jodie had been a consistent presence in my life for months now, a once-a-week visit in which she spoke no more than a murmured, Thank you. Why did I feel a sudden permanence to her goodbye?

A familiar female voice called out from behind me. “I need a bagger on lane three please!”

I rolled my eyes and flipped around to see my friend Jordyn standing at the other end of the store, hollering into her cupped hands. I glanced at Marlene. My grey-haired co-worker pushed out her lips with a frown, throwing a hand onto her plump hip. I cringed and held up my index finger. “One minute,” I mouthed, and hurried toward Jordyn before she could garner anymore unwanted attention from my employers.

“You know Marlene hates when you stop by, right?” I said to my best friend. She beamed confidence at me with her wide smile, her lips stained in a bright coral that I could never pull off. Though only one-eighth Native American, the tan skin she’d inherited helped her get away with wearing colorful makeup combinations that I would never attempt on my fair skin. Jordyn also relished in the theatrics that I shied away from.

“I’m a paying customer,” she said, grabbing a box of powdered donuts off the shelf. She held them up to make her point, waving wildly at Marlene’s scowling face. Jordyn raised her voice again, like she was hollering at the deaf elderly. “She’s just gonna bag these for me and I’ll be on my way!”

I shook my head at her. “You’re going to get me fired.”

“You’ve got other problems to worry about.” Jordyn put her hands on my shoulders, and spun me around.

“What am I looking at?” I asked, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Leave it to Jordyn to make me guess, rather than just tell me. She rotated me forty-five degrees.

“Not what. Who.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Past the cashiers. Aisle twelve.”

I loved her to death, but sometimes her games were a bit much. “Jordyn, come on—” I stopped, suddenly very aware of just who she was pointing out to me. I caught a glimpse of his smile first, gleaming brightly against his bronzed skin—a deeper brown than I remembered, and a compliment from his Brazilian mother. I’d almost missed him, hidden behind the cluster of kids clamoring for his attention. But then I heard his laugh, boisterous and infectious. Unique.

And stirring memories I resented.

I crossed my arms over my black apron. “What is Andre Steele doing back in Arizona?”

Jordyn inhaled noisily, letting out her breath as she spoke. “I don’t know, but Brazil sure did a nice number on him.”

I scowled and nudged her with my elbow.

“But we still hate him,” she corrected, giving a nod of solidarity.

“Of course we do.” We watched him disappear down aisle nine with his posse. Another burst of laughter trailed behind him, coupled with giggles from the girls hanging on him and the other guy slapping Andre’s back like they’d never heard someone so funny.

“Then again,” Jordyn added, “Four years can change a person. Maybe he’ll surprise you.”

I stepped away from her, returning to my position at the end of the register. I grabbed the boxes of toothpaste and floss sliding past Marlene and tossed them into a fresh bag. “I never liked his surprises.”

Author Bio:

Erica Kiefer’s debut novel Lingering Echoes was published by Clean Teen Publishing in November 2013. She continued the series with Rumors (A Lingering Echoes Prequel) and her newest release Vanishing Act. All of her books can be read as stand-alone contemporary YA fiction, touched with romance, emotional drama and suspense. With a degree in Recreation Therapy from Brigham Young University, Erica’s experiences working with at-risk youth have influenced the realistic and relatable nature of her writing. Her first inspirational non-fiction entitled Borrowed Angel (published in April 2014 with Currawong Press) describes the loss of her infant son and her journey towards healing.

Married since 2005, Erica resides in Las Vegas, Nevada with her four children and can often be found satisfying her sweet-tooth with chocolate-chip cookies and a glass of

milk. Now and then, she dusts off her collegiate rugby skills and dives back into the game.

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                                          Two Truths and a Lie… and Then Some.


Before becoming an author, I first certified as a Recreational Therapist. Most people outside of my field don’t understand what that even means, so let me tell you. In short, recreation therapy uses team challenges and various methods of play to help individuals discover truth in themselves, like strengths and weaknesses or opportunities to heal. It also provides fun ways for groups to get to know each other. One of my favorite introduction games is Two Truths and a Lie, where participants prepare three statements: two of which are truthful and one that is made-up. (Every writer loves the opportunity to spin a good story, right?) So, to allow readers to get to know me better, let me offer the following possibly-true statements:

1) In my high school, there wasn’t a wrestling team for girls. In my fight for equality, I put up enough of a stink that the boys team was forced to let me join and wrestle against them—at least until I quit.

2) When living in Jakarta, Indonesia, my family and I were evacuated when political turmoil and rioting became too dangerous. I didn’t have to take final school exams that year!

3) Since the age of four, I’ve had a scar that runs along my forearm, remnants of a severe burn when a hot iron fell on it. Ouch.

Now, if you had to guess… which one is the lie? (Answer provided below) While you’re thinking, here are five more TRUTHFUL facts about me:

  1. I am half-Thai and spent seven years of my childhood in Thailand, (and also lived in four other countries before graduating high school) but I’m not bilingual and can’t even imitate a decent Asian accent. Don’t talk to my mom about it.

  2. I am the grim-reaper of plants. Not one single plant or garden in my house!

  3. I’ve never lived in the same home for more than six years in my entire life. Las Vegas, NV is my first permanent stop and it’s scary and exciting at the same time to put down roots.

  4. I crave sports and would love to play competitive soccer or rugby again. I thrive off the adrenaline and feel the most comfortable in my skin running on a field!

  5. My ideal one-day vacation would include sunbathing at the beach with an intriguing book, while burying my feet in the warm sand, and (no matter how much I love them), no children to supervise so I don’t constantly wonder if they are drowning in those perfectly blue waves… followed by a ninety-minute massage at a luxurious spa. Plus, vacationing with someone (hopefully my husband) who doesn’t mind sharing a variety of food with me so that I can sample it all buffet style, leaving room for a plethora of desserts. Is that too much to ask?

And now, back to my truths and lies! Today’s falsehood is… #1! I stole the story from my husband, who did wrestle in high school and who also had a sophomore girl join the boys team,

which made matches a little awkward. Zero interest in wrestling on my end. Instead, take me back to my college days playing rugby, where I also met my awesome husband who was on the men’s team.

Now it’s your turn! What are your two truths and a lie? Visit my Facebook page (www.facebookcom/ericakieferauthor) and let me know! Let’s play and get to know each other


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Cathie Devitt has always been a scribbler. Cathie never held any ambition to have her work published, she just loves words, (which you will understand if you ever try to engage her in conversation).

“Encouraged by friends who write I submitted a few poems and short stories to various publications and was delighted when they were accepted for magazines and anthologies. There is nothing a writer likes better than the thrill of seeing their work in print…or is there?”

Cathie’s comedy drama “Mammy” was written for the Glasgow International Comedy Festival and following that success went on to be performed at Edinburgh Fringe and Henley Festival. Cathie performed the lead role in the Glasgow events.

This experience reminded Cathie of a play that she wrote in her last year of primary school. “A New Door Opens” Another play that brought success in that it toured around several schools in Glasgow at the request of Cathie’s then Head teacher, Mr Murphy. Again, Cathie played the lead role.

“ I think it’s good for a writer to have the confidence to read or perform their own work. It brings it to life as only the writer really knows when best to change tone and pace. Of course should Gerard Butler or Bette Midler ever want to read/perform my work, who am I to stop them?”


When Cathie published her first book “Don’t Drink & Fly!” she was again caught up in the warm hug of the validation of it being published, the book launch, media coverage and positive reviews. With book number two now on sale “Don’t Doubt the Magic!” Cathie still feels in awe when folk take time out of their busy lives to read and comment on her work.

“I don’t submit much of my work for publication just because I never seem to get the time to hone and polish it to a standard that I feel is my best. Percentage wise though I have a good track record. I feel saddened when I hear writers measure their success only by their book sales/reviews/ ratings and awards. Whilst I understand that public recognition is valuable I think a it can detract from what we as writers do and that is share our imagination for others enjoyment. Marketing is very powerful and sometimes gems are drowned in the surging sea of the publicity of work from cash happy agents.”

With a hectic life, family and work commitments, Cathie continues to write.