URSULA MOLLER’S LIST OF REGRETS is finally out in the world. It’s available in Kindle or paperback, and also on Kindle Unlimited, if you’re a subscriber.

Only one day to go. Here’s your final extract. Ursula’s first day at work. She stops to check herself in a shop window…

Annoyingly, her left boot was bunching at the ankle. She pulled it up, smoothed down her waistcoat and trousers, and told herself these were the clothes that would get her noticed. ‘Today will be a day I’ll remember for the rest of my life.’

She breathed in, closed her eyes and started counting. If she could get to fifty without breathing out, it would be a sign that everything was going to be perfect. The madness in her stomach was easing off but she gave herself a bonus ten for double insurance.

At sixty, she let her breath out and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a man staring at her from a few doors away. He was wearing a dark grey suit, a shirt with pale blue stripes and a blue-grey tie. His shoes were so polished, the sunlight was practically bouncing off them. Ursula noticed all of these things because her dad had been dressed almost exactly the same the last time she saw him.

This man had short dark hair, also like her dad, but he was younger than her dad. And good looking. Still too old to be staring at her though. Thirty maybe? It was hard to tell because he looked so serious.

So, you’ve met older Ursula. Now it’s time to go back to 1978 and meet younger Ursula…

Maybe it was the way the light slipped in through the in-between bits of the curtains and tickled her eyes open. Maybe it was because she turned over and switched the radio on and ‘Supernature’, the song she couldn’t stop dancing to, happened to be playing.

Or maybe it was because she was about to start her first job. It could have been any or all of these things but from the moment she woke up, Ursula had this feeling the day was going to be special and straight away, she was out of bed and on her feet knowing that everything she did in the next twenty-four hours was going to be monumental. Because some days you just know, don’t you? Some days you can be absolutely sure that nothing whatsoever is going to go wrong. That is, until your mum opens the door with a foul look on her face, and then the perfect bubble is well and truly burst.

‘Ursula, we do not all want to hear that bloody song every minute of the day.’

She meant herself really, since they were the only two people who lived in the flat, and Ursula most certainly did want to hear it every minute of the day.

It’s out on Saturday but you can pre-order it here

Counting down to the launch of Ursula Moller’s List of Regrets on Saturday. Not long now until the big day. Here’s another peek into chapter 1:

The rain was still falling when she pulled into her driveway. She got out of the car and her eyes were immediately drawn upwards to Anton’s office window and the shadowy figure that dominated it. It was too dark to see his expression but she knew it would be disapproving at best.

A rustling in the hedge behind made her jump. It was just a neighbour walking the dog, but she still shot inside and locked the door. Ursula wasn’t usually like this. The call had set her on edge. She was worried about Andi but, of course, it was more than that.

She went straight upstairs to get ready for bed and stopped at Anton’s office, its door closed as usual. Her fingers brushed against the handle but she didn’t open it. ‘Pablo’s left Andi again.’ Nothing. He never replied, never made a sound, but she knew he’d be watching her from the window in the morning when she left the house.

Counting down to publication day with a few snippets from the first two chapters of Ursula Moller’s List of Regrets.

Chapter 1, Ursula gets a call from her old friend Andi:

‘It’s Pablo. He’s gone. Left me.’ Andi must have included that last bit to make it clear that gone didn’t mean dead. It was always best to clarify. Especially with Pablo.

‘Are you sure?’ Ursula stopped herself from saying, this time. Are you sure this time?

‘It’s not like before. We didn’t have a fight.’

‘Okay. Is there anything I can do?’

Silence, finally interrupted by a sigh. ‘You haven’t seen him then?’

‘Me? Why would I see him? Did he say he was coming to Birmingham?’

‘No. I guess I’m clutching at straws. You’ll let me know if he turns up though, won’t you?’

‘Absolutely. Have you spoken to the kids?’

‘They haven’t heard from him. He’s not in his usual haunts either. Sorry, Urs. I just had to check.’

‘If you need me…’ Ursula left the sentence hanging, not ready to say what she would do if Andi did actually need her.

‘I’ve got to go. I’ll call later. Or tomorrow.’

‘Anytime. You know that. Anytime.’

‘Yeah. Sorry, I’m not myself right now. Bye, Urs.’

Ursula still had the phone to her ear even though Andi had cut the call. She was looking out of the window at the sky. She’d missed the sunset but that wasn’t what was troubling her. It was the air. It had changed again. She went outside to get closer to it. The rain was coming, that was all it was. A storm maybe. She should go home before it started, but she knew she wouldn’t.

Just popping on to let you know that my next book, Ursula Moller’s List of Regrets is due to be launched this Saturday, 23rd August. If you’re a Kindle reader you can pre-order it here.

Hooray, hooray, it’s publication day. Loving Netta Wilde is out in the world today.

Here’s a reminder of what it’s all about:

One woman. Three men. Four troubled hearts.

What would happen if all your exes came to stay? Netta Wilde is about to find out.

It’s a normal morning on a normal day, until Netta gets some news that changes everything. Her scheming ex, Colin, has been thrown out by his partner, the awful Arianne.

Even though she knows it’s a bad idea, Netta agrees to take him in. But straight away, things aren’t what they seem. Arianne’s making claims that don’t stack up, and Colin’s a shadow of his former self.

Then Doogie Chambers, the one-time love of Netta’s life, turns up. Suddenly, no one’s behaving as they should. Her current love, Frank, is acting like a sulky teenager. Colin’s sinking into bitterness and despair. And Doogie’s definitely lying about why he’s here.

As old emotions tangle with new secrets, all four find themselves pulled in directions they’d never imagined. Suspicions are rife, loyalties are challenged, and everyone’s head is full of what if, what could have been, and what might be.

But sometimes, you have to pick a side to stand with. Sometimes, you have to choose a heart to give yourself to.

And sometimes, you just need to let go.

If you like funny, moving and uplifting page-turners, you’ll adore Loving Netta Wilde.

Loving Netta Wilde. Only one more sleep till publication day.

Take a peek into the mind of Colin Grey:

And now, as if things couldn’t get any more horrendous, his ex-wife was here. The woman who, he knew for a fact, despised him and the ground he walked on, was taking him in. That was an extremely bitter pill to swallow. Not just for him but for her too. She must have agreed to it for Liza’s sake. She certainly wouldn’t have done it for his. He hadn’t exactly been turning cartwheels himself at the proposition, but Liza had pushed him into it, and he was too tired to do anything other than sit on this suitcase and wait for someone to rescue him. He just wished it wasn’t Netta Wilde coming to the rescue.

Two days to go until publication day of Loving Netta Wilde. Although it sounds like some lucky readers have received their pre-order copies early.

Here’s another peek into Netta’s world. Netta and Liza are making an emergency rescue dash to save Colin from homelessness:

‘Almost at the scene of the crime. Brace yourself,’ said Netta in an attempt to keep their spirits up. But it was in vain: the good humour was already draining from them as they turned into Colin’s road. By the time they reached his house, it was completely gone.

‘Oh my God!’ If Liza had looked shocked earlier on, it was nothing to the way she looked now. Not that Netta could blame her. Because, in the middle of his drive, Colin Grey was sitting on top of an upturned suitcase, surrounded by an assortment of bags and boxes, looking very, very sorry for himself.

I couldn’t find a picture with an upturned suitcase, but his expression says it all.

Three more days until publication day of Loving Netta Wilde. Here’s another snippet from that first chapter.

This was a bad idea. The worst of ideas…

What had she been thinking? What kind of insane, foolish do-good sentiment had driven her to agree to it? The last thing she wanted in her life right now was her ex-husband. Correction. The last thing she wanted in her life at any time, ever, was her ex-husband. And yet. And yet here she was, about to let him stay under the same roof. Not only that, she was going to collect him and bring him over here because, apparently, Arianne had also locked him out of his car. Yes, this was definitely a bad idea.