When I became a Mum to twins, I decided my hands weren't full enough so wrote a novel with every spare moment I managed to find. By the time the twins were two, I had a two-book deal with Carina UK. There is a possibility I have aged remarkably in that time. My debut novel, Waiting For You, is out now.
I was a NHS physiotherapist, but for health reasons I retired early from this career. As I loved my physiotherapy job, I decided if I couldn't do that I would pursue my writing dream.
It took a few years and a couple of babies, but in 2015 I won the Katie Fforde bursary, was a finalist in the London Book Fair Write Stuff Competition and highly commended in Woman magazine's writing competition. Soon afterwards I signed with Carina. Soon after that, I collapsed in a heap and was eventually revived by chocolate.
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From a personal point of view, the start of 2012 was rubbish. A catalogue of tragic things happened in a short space of time and I remember going to the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s Conference that year and feeling at a bit of low. I’d struggled to write a book that wasn’t going to see the light of day and I wasn’t sure I could find the energy to write another. Going to the conference gave me the momentum to go with an idea I’d had. Four years later and an epic journey in between and the idea is now my debut novel, Waiting for You. I’ve put together a little video montage of photos to show exactly why it took four years to go from idea to published book and to illustrate how sometimes anything is possible!
You’d never guess that Fliss Chapron doesn’t have it all
All Fliss wants is to see two blue lines telling her she is pregnant with her much longed for second baby. But as the negative tests stack up, dreams of completing her perfect family feel more hopeless every day.
After years of disappointment, Fliss’s husband Ben is spending more time at the office than in their marital bed, and Fliss finds herself wondering who could be responsible for their inability to conceive another child. Yet, where do you lay the blame when it comes to having a child – and can anyone really be at fault…
As Ben becomes increasingly distant, Fliss begins to question whether her desire for a baby is just a sticking plaster to save her marriage. Because in the end, how well can you ever know another person…even the man you’re married to?