Well, thank you so much for asking... I knew if I went quiet for a while someone would come wandering along to see what I was up to. Either that or you wanted to steal my biscuits, which, ha!, is NOT going to happen and don't think I didn't see you trying to lay hands on my HobNobs...
I have been working. Hard. I've just submitted my Christmas Novella, which will hopefully make it out onto your e-readers in time for Christmas (the short fiction doesn't come out in book form at present, it's too short. It would basically be all cover). It's called The Boys of Christmas, and it's about a young woman who inherits a house from a Great Aunt, on the condition that she (Ruby, the young woman in question) scatters the said aunt's ashes in a particular place. Trouble is, that there are lots of places that fit the criteria, and Ruby and her best friend Toby have to find out which place her aunt had in mind, whilst dealing with some terrible weather, a kitchen range of malevolence, two snowed-out archaeologists, an abusive ex, and a knitted octopus called Cthulu.
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| A bit like this. Only jollier. |
And if that isn't quite up your street (or even if it is, but you also want something longer), then my newest novel will be out in the New Year (date as yet unspecified, but, don't worry, I shall be telling you soon!).
This is called The Little Tea Shop of Horrors.
It's set in an old stately home called Monk Park Hall, open to the public and run by the Heritage Trust.. Amy runs the tea shop with the help of her best friend Julia, cares for her grandmother (who is of the opinion that she is looking after Amy), and is forming a tentative friendship with Josh, the claustrophobic young man who lives in an old caravan and flies birds of prey.
When the Trust appoint a new administrator to the Hall, who wants to close the cafe, Amy is forced to do things she would never normally consider, in order to keep her job and her home.
There. That's what I'm up to. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go and open a new packet of biscuits. You've had your fingers in this one...
3 comments:
Love the sound of both stories, Jane - worth every Hob Nob consumed during the writing process :)
Does Josh at any point introduce himself as Josaaaaargh?
That would be Funny. Well, I'd laugh.
Thank you Angela! There were quite a lot of HobNobs consumed...
And Rhoda..damn! Wish I'd thought of that! But not sure that Sir Terry and I share much of a readership (I wish!), so it would probably be wasted... (notes to add it in edits...)
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