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Tweeting drama

Hope you’re all well. I’ve been away a lot recently and writing. A new novel is in the works as is an anthology of short stories. But look here, it’s my collection of poems, all contemporary. Happy reading!


Tweeting drama

A little bird appears, so innocent, so tempting.

Why not give it a go?

Something new


1,2,3. It’s that easy

Now what?

The little bird suggests


Soon following new people

Some interesting, others not so

Stalk away, everybody’s at it.




An erotic novel? Moi?


The hazards of the writer’s life.

You write a story and then something unexpected happens.

Waking up one morning, I noticed my husband was laughing his head off. I was getting quite concerned.

Would he recover? The joke was on me of course as he showed me the source of his hilarity.

Occupy Me, a short story I wrote, or is it?

Turns out someone else had published an erotic novella, with the same title.

You’ve got to be kidding? Can’t make these things up.

A message pops up, from my publisher. Bless them, they do try hard and they did have a bit of a struggle with Amazon.

Anyway, they didn’t realise…


Of course I asked them to change the title. It is now called Occupy Me, a French Affair. 

Nothing to do with the erotic novella.

The jokes abounded. Friends and readers know I write under two pen names and in different genres. Well, not that genre yet.

You never know. Never say never…


Check it out:

The arrest of a French politician in New York brings back unwanted memories as a French woman recalls her ordeals. After a brief holiday back in France, she gets caught in the upheaval in America and witnesses her boyfriend being pepper sprayed at a peaceful demonstration.

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An Easter message

Goodness, I sound like the pope. Sorry, no disrespect meant.

The last few weeks have been rough. Still, I’m grateful, things could be far worse.

I’m alive, I have a fantastic family and friends. Another book is out, another on the way.

I would like to thank you all of you, readers, friends everywhere and friends on Facebook, Twitter and of course Women on the Verge.

Thank you so much for your kindness and your support.

I’m so touched by all your lovely messages. It’s tempting sometimes to share them but I don’t.

Why not? Because I respect the senders of this kindness. The fact they’ve sent a message privately tells me something, and I wouldn’t betray their confidence. If you share something for all to see, that’s another matter.

Some of these messages touch me very deeply, thank you for sharing your stories. Together we can share and make a difference. So thank you for letting me know when something I’ve said or written has made a difference.

Hope you all have a lovely Easter!

So, what will the Easter bunny bring you?

[author]  [author_info]A prolific author, Elle Amberley writes Women’s Fiction, Literary (under a different pen name), poetry, short stories and features. If that wasn’t enough she recently started writing in French and a novel is due for publication next year. [/author_info] [/author]

How it all began


A song, a flash from the past


She hears them and she doesn’t, locked in a private corner of her past. A painful memory she’s been unwilling to share. But for now she isn’t fearful or sad, she’s mystified, lost in the beauty, the magic atmosphere. She doesn’t understand what she sees. It has familiar connotations but it makes no sense.


Twenty odd years have passed, how could it be? He looks so young, so beautiful, but the exotic setting? What is this?


His voice wraps her up and transports her back. Memories emerge and float, and she remembers. She’s a fighter, always has been. The little girl she once was kicks her from the inside, the one who refused to give in.


She doesn’t know it yet, but the nightmare is shifting away. For the last few months she has merely survived, now it’s time to live again. She’s alive and fighting. A new energy jolts her, she doesn’t even realise she’s pirouetting around the conservatory.


Lost in your time, based in Paris, out now.

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Queen of the Suburbs

Queen of the Suburbs


Neighbours… Everybody needs good neighbours…


Perhaps I have watched Neighbours too many times, perhaps it’s the eternal optimist in me. When I move in on that glorious day, I have no idea what is ahead of me.

Welcome to Suburbia, a land I have not lived in before. My parents have lived a retired life, this is all new to me. Not a conscious decision, but I have to live somewhere. I like the house and I can afford it, decision made.

My own space, my first home. A proper home, the base I’ve craved all through childhood. A place where nobody can tell me what to do or remind me I’m only a guest. I never questioned this before, not until I had friends. They’re not guests in their parent’s houses. They can voice their opinions and they talk back.

I move into this big house filled with light, just me & my dog with very few possessions. A mere few boxes, I have stripped myself of my past. All the heavy and dark furniture inherited from my parents is gone, I’ve kept only cutlery and china.  No big removal lorries for me, just a couple of car trips. My bed arrives the next day, somehow the man at the furniture shop took pity on me and had it delivered “as soon as possible” he’d said.

My crazy pup is in dog’s paradise, a big house, three stories to run around in and a garden.No more cramped flat, no more having to wait to frolic in the fresh air and chase after bees. He can go as he pleases. He soon learned not to jump off the balcony, which is not really a balcony, there are no balustrades. How crazy is that ? When I brought him with me to view our new house, he got a little over excited. I thought him safe in the garden, the house was unoccupied. When the estate agent and I went outside we got a nasty shock. Barney had trotted up the steps to explore, probably looking for me. When he realised I was just below him, he leapt off. No common sense. Well, what do you expect from a four month old Labrador. I screamed as I saw a golden mass land right in front of me, he just shook himself up, bouncy as ever. Oh boy, puppies! He’s my first dog, I have no experience of dogs, or any pets for that matter. My mother had a strict “no feathers, no fur” policy.


The doorbell rings and I go downstairs to investigate.



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A Labrador Retriever in the snow.

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Author to Author with Paige Toon

An interview with lovely author Paige Toon!


Paige Toon was born in 1975 and her dad’s career as a racing driver meant that she grew up between England, Australia and America. She worked for eight years as Reviews Editor at heat magazine, before leaving to have a baby. She now lives in Cambridge with her husband and two children. One Perfect Summer is her sixth book.




  • Born with a pen in your hand or writing came as a shock brigade?

I was definitely born with a pen in my hand. I’ve always wanted to write books – ever since I was a little girl. I remember I often used to write stories with sad endings, because I knew that that wouldn’t be what people expected from a little girl, and I didn’t want to be predictable. The day I got a book deal was one of the best days of my life – I had started to fear it would never happen, and I know it would have been one of my biggest regrets. I feel very lucky indeed.

  •  Plotter or pantser?

I’m a plotter, for sure. I know how my stories will start, continue and end. All of the main story arcs I know beforehand… with the exception of my new book, One Perfect Summer (10 May 2012). To my total surprise, I realised about twenty thousand words before the end, that I didn’t know what was going to happen to my characters. One of the main characters turned out different to how I imagined at the beginning, and because of that, it had a knock-on effect with the other characters. I literally didn’t know what was going to happen as I was typing my last few pages – it was a truly bizarre, but extremely exciting. Maybe I need to plan less in future…

  •  What do you like best about writing?

I love losing myself in another world. My stories and characters feel very real to me. When I’m into a story, I’m itching to get onto my computer so I can put my thoughts down. As I’m a full-time mum, this isn’t often immediately possible, but I can daydream about my stories any time I like, and live vicariously through my characters!

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Thank you Paige, it was a pleasure to find out a little more about you and your writing process.


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