I only got them a week ago and they are sitting in a box near my computer. When I’m feeling a little defeated I just look over and go, ‘ah yes, that’s right, someone believes I can do this!’ and plod on.

It is all very surreal, but the process has been so slow that it’s not too hard to get your head round. I mean I wrote the first draft of Midnight Eyes 5 years ago and I have felt every step of the journey of getting it to this stage, let me assure you. Over night success this is not in that it: a) certainly hasn’t happened over night and b) I’m not sure yet if it’s a success!

Published Novelist? TEE HEE. That makes me sound very grown up and sure of myself. Novelist. I think I may get that tattooed on a special part of my anatomy just so that I never forget. And am I famous? Let’s do the quick reality check: a perfume named after me – no; Paparazzi on my door step – no; Stalker – no; and someone selling naked photos of me on the net – no (for which the whole world can draw a sigh of relief). So not famous yet!!!!! I’ll keep you posted as these amazing events happen!

Jeez, I hate trying to summarize my stories. I’m just plain awful at it. I always want to put in every little plot turn, which makes my summaries as long as the book itself! LOL.

OK here goes Midnight Eyes in 100 words or less: Medieval Historical Romance. England. Imogen has been blinded by her evil brother and confined to a cold northern castle. Robert Beaumont is a mercenary who is maneuvered into marrying her. Robert falls in love pretty quickly, but Imogen struggles to trust him. Just when she’d starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, love is possible, the evil brother reappears and things turn deadly!

I’m currently working on a sequel. When I wrote Midnight Eyes I had a couple of friends reading it chapter by chapter. One of them got really cross with the way I treated Gareth de Hugues, one of the secondary characters. She said I was mean and that she wasn’t going to speak to me again if I didn’t re-write the whole book and was nicer to him.

I was so impressed that someone (other than my mother!) had got so involved with the story that I started throwing ideas around in my head about how I could make it up to poor, old Gareth. Of course the only thing he seemed to want for was a regular shag, and as I really didn’t want to rewrite Midnight Eyes, he would only get one if I wrote a second book.

Dark Heart is about to go off to the publishers, who have already approved the synopsis, so will be coming out eventually.

I will then start on another romance I’m gestating at the moment set in the Tudor period. And if I find the time I might even try the straight historical I’ve been trying to write for two years. I wouldn’t hold your breathe for that one though, as you will probably go blue and turn into a smurf!

Saving yourself? What for, a rainy day??? There is an adage about an empty barn and an open gate that comes to mind, but I just can’t think what that is at the moment LOLOLOL

*coughs* Sorry about that. It’s very late at night and my sense of humor gets a little twisted outside of the watershed!

When you’re an aspiring writer there seems to be no end to the advice out there and I’m loath to add to the weight. What I will say is basically: if you want it, do it. There is absolutely nothing to stop you.

Oh, that and you can borrow my mum as a motivational speaker if you like. She’s brutal but effective!

No, Kevin is yuk. Repeat after me Y U K. And I wouldn’t be Brit is you paid me. Actually that is a lie. I’d be Attila the Hun if you paid me enough, so let’s just say you would have to pay me a hell of lot to become the ex Mrs. Kev ‘did you just see my minge’ Federline.

I’m tone deaf, so the only place you will find me singing is in the shower, and I know there are some people who are even trying to get that banned. And I’m a fairly quiet orgasmer. I’m so noisy about doing everything else that to make the orgasm experience special I have to shut up!

Something you should know about me??? I wanted to be a painter when I was about 4. I thought me and my little yellow lunch box full of crayon were going to astound the world. I told a kindly relative of my slightly precocious ambition and he informed point blank that Artists are always extremely poor, starve in garrets (whatever they were) and only become famous after they are dead.

I think that was the best careers advice I ever got!!!! It certainly changed my mind. Not that writers suffer a kinder fate, but there are a reassuring number of fat authors who clearly aren’t starving!

Er, Harlot, I grew up with three sisters and I learnt from hanging out with that many females that you never, ever, ever play the bestest game because you could end up dead with a nail file between your eyes and the heel of a stiletto buried in your arse!

Thanks for letting me hang out here and asking so many interesting questions. And I can say without starting an unseemly riot that this is one of the best, and certainly one of the most informative, cyber homes. Without you guys I’d go completely insane!