Ceci Giltenan and Vida Ruthven

So those who know me know I’m a massive fan of Ceci’s work.
Highland solution is still one of my favourite books and I can reread it and still love it!
I’ve reviewed it both on Amazon and here. You should definitely read it.

But what I really wanted to share with you was Ceci’s competition to name her new heroine for the Duncurra series, this one will be Tomas’s tale.
Well, I won.
I submitted the name Vida which is my beloved dogs name. now, wait it’s not strange. Vida has a lovely meaning, in Scottish the name means friend and in Latin it means life. That’s how my puppy got the name, Friend for Life and i’m honoured and proud that Ceci has chosen it.
And the best news is how many people have commented on how much they also like the name and how well it fits what we know of her character.
I can’t wait for this book!

Don’t forget to check out Ceci’s blog.
I know her name now…


I’m Sorry

so I say it time and again. I’m sorry.
Here’s the deal.
I’m suffering terribly with my health. The seizures continue but have lessened somewhat in how often. The depression and anxiety are a daily battle.
I promised myself full disclosure. I took an overdose and was very bad for a long time.

Life got hard to say the least.
BUT I am still here.
And Ebha is too!!
It’s all written and been proofed and is out with it’s beta readers, so it’ll come back for revisions soon then it’ll be published.
Although I’m not about much I’m still here, just bear with me.



8 years ago I married my best friend. We have been together for 14 years and cemented our love with vows of love forever.


Mark and I married at St Cuthberts church in Thetford, Norfolk. A horrible, dark and gloomy church that I hate but Mark absolutely loves. It is the same church that he was christened in.


I was so very ill that day. Ill enough that the smartest thing to do was to postpone the whole event and my family were horrified that I was dragging myself to that church no matter what!So with ahundred different medications keeping me going and many hands holding me up I went to get married.


It was the best day of my life and I regret nothing. (I do wish I had more memories of the day and that we hadn’t left so early. We were married at 3pm and I left the reception at 7pm.)


We plan to renew our vows in a much simpler ceremony on our tenth year anniversary.


Nephrite Jade

Nephrite Jade


Nephrite Jade – Emotional Balance, Protection, Love,
Nephrite jade is a type of jade which is considered to be good for emotional balance and stability.
Jade of all kinds is a very protective stone and is particularly good protection for children, against illness, and for psychic protection. It has energetic clearing properties, and is useful to keep with other stones. Physically, nephrite jade is used in the crystal healing of the physical heart, and kidney problems.

Just a little something

I’m finally getting somewhere!! I promise I’m on it. The bit in book two, Ebha’s story that I have been struggling with is finally coming together.
I’m so pleased with it that I’m going to share a bit with you. (Not the bit I’m working on currently but part of the first bit that has been mostly edited, etc.)

Highland Fairlings. Book Two. Ebha

Held still she could only watch fearfully as her husband, his uncle and the surviving men were tethered to the trees like animals and her two little girls were corralled into place.
The large man who held her firmly in place scowled in the direction of her husband, “So what say ye, Quainn, be ye man enough tay loose yerself frae yer bonds and free yer delectable wife?” As the unknown man spoke he idly traced lines on her body with the very tip of the knife he held.
Pulling her further into his grasp the man sliced easily through the soft, worn fabric of the gown she was traveling in.
Fergus growled in anger as Farrell fought his bonds. Fergus’ voice husky as he growled, “Fool.” He glared at the man, his glance traveling between the man and his still struggling nephew, “Ye have nay idea the demon ye have released. Leave us and run now whilst ye can. If yer here when he frees himself ye be a dead man.”
The dark man gripped her shoulders in a tight hold, “Be at peace, Quainn. In my care yer young filly here be safe frae harm, “Despite his words he trailed the knife further into the split bodice of Ebha’s gown, “I cannae guarantee what will befall her once we have made our destination.”
The branch that refused to let go of it’s grip of her husband groaned as he strained forwards, the rope at his wrists cutting deep, “Ye will regret yer actions this day.”
Unconsciously straining towards her husband in return she glanced back at her captor, meeting his eyes, “I am nay a woman tay be trifled with ye foolish man. I will fight ye each step.” To punctuate her words she continued to try to dislodge herself from his grasp.
He only held onto her tighter, “Woman desist in yer foolish fighting. Ye cannae break my hold.” He forced her face round till she no longer faced her husband but instead looked upon her two crying little girls, “if ye continue I will be forced tay spill innocent blood. But it will be yer soul it stains.”
Stilling her struggles she sighed in defeat. She would not risk any harm befalling the two terrified little girls. And they knew it. Her captor pulled her back again, his grip painful as he guided her to her feet.
Tears filled her eyes as Farrell continued his efforts to free himself, “If ye harm a single hair upon the head of my lady then hell will seem like a treat tay ye.”