So welcome to me as Katy Lilley. (That’s so if you don’t want hot sex you can just click on to Katy. She has a blog (www.katylilley.blogspot.co.uk )
So what is Katy all about? It’s where I can write romantic comedy, chick lit or softer Regency. It’s where I can indulge my love of the romantic without thinking about sex.
Oh they make love, but it’s not full on.
Now I know that’s not to everyone’s taste, but I’d say...try it. Because believe me it’s not easy to portray everything you want and not be graphic. However, I think I managed it. And yes, it was so much fun to do. I had to think hard. Delve deep, and listen to my characters.
Did it work? only you can tell me...
And so...okay, here’s the blurb...
When Bryony Bennett’s godmother dies and leaves her a huge inheritance, Bryony jumps at the chance to get away from it all and start again.
She packs up her life and moves into the (almost) idyllic Cliff Cottage…only to find that starting over is never quite as simple as you imagine. Faced with grumpy neighbours, hostile locals and more than her fair share of disasters, Bryony embarks on a mission to make sure her new life is everything she wants it to be…but will she ever win over the locals and truly be happy in her new life?
So an exclusive snippet...
Bryony Bennett, you matter, and I can’t imagine life without you. Oh, and I’m sorry for being Mr Grumpy.’
Oh, glory be. Would it be daft to punch the air and shout yes, yes, and yes? One thing loomed large in her mind.
‘But we’ve not even…’ she blushed. How pathetic. It’s only a few words. Not had sex. ‘You know…’ Gah, why couldn’t she utter it? Silly, stupid and moronic.
‘I do?’ If his words were a question, his expression was a dare. ‘What do I know?’
Bryony poked him in the stomach. ‘You know what I mean.’
‘Ah that the three letters that mean a lot? The s… e… x…ones? That’s soon remedied. Come on.’
He took her arm and dragged her out of her chair.
‘What are you doing?’ Duh, I know what he’s about to do and woo hoo. I’m all for it. Had she taken her pill? Yes. Did she have condoms? For once, yes. A packet, okay three, of various thickness and flavours had been in the house warming pack Maisie had left her, along with breath freshener, and stockings and suspenders. Well, she wasn’t going to ask for five minutes to put those on. He might change his mind.
‘At the moment, I’m dragging you into the house. Then I’m doing s e x with you, but I’d prefer to call it making love. After all the first time would be better in a bed, not in a barn full of musty books, or a garden where the world and his wife might pop in for a chat.’
Not very likely but she would go with the bed thing. ‘You don’t need to drag. I’m coming willingly.’
‘Yeah, but I might as well show you my cave man side.’
Bryony is available from Amazon.com and UK