thevineyardinalsaceHello and welcome to my website!

My new book is available on Amazon now for just £1.99. Find out more about it below. After reading the blurb and excerpt, don’t forget, you can buy it now by clicking on the link above.

Here’s what other readers are saying:

‘This is a charming, heartwarming, romantic read.’ KSS

‘There seemed to be something in the water (or wine maybe) that once through the archway and into the courtyard, a little bit of love-magic seemed to be at work for everyone.’ French Village Diaries


The Vineyard in Alsace

Is there really such a thing as a second chance at love?

Fran Schell has only just become engaged when she finds her fiancé in bed with another woman. She knows this is the push she needs to break free of him and to leave London. She applies for her dream job on a vineyard in Alsace, in France, not far from her family home, determined to concentrate on her work.

Didier Le Roy can hardly believe it when he sees that the only person to apply for the job on his vineyard is the same woman he once loved but let go because of his stupid pride. Now estranged from his wife, he longs for a second chance with Fran if only she will forgive him for not following her to London.

Working so closely together, Fran soon starts to fall in love with Didier all over again. Didier knows that it is now time for him to move on with his divorce if he and Fran are ever to have a future together. Can Fran and Didier make their second chance at love work despite all the obstacles in their way?

A romantic read set against the enticing backdrop of the vineyard harvest in France.



‘Here, you can have this back!’ I wrenched my engagement ring from my finger and flung it in the general direction of their naked bodies, huddled together under the sheet on the bed. Our bed. ‘I obviously won’t be needing it any more.’

‘What the hell, Fran?’ The thunderous look on Paul’s face as the ring pinged against the metal bedframe almost made me doubt myself. I closed my eyes briefly. Don’t let him control you. You are definitely not the guilty party!

I took one last look at him and then I turned and ran. I kept on running, as far and as fast as my legs would take me, blood pounding in my ears, my long hair whipping around my face. The whole time my mind raced with thoughts of his double betrayal.

Eventually, my body couldn’t take any more and I stopped on the pavement near an underground station, doubled over and panting from the effort. Once I’d got my breath back a bit, I gave Ellie a call. She picked up on the first ring.

‘Hey, Fran, how are you?’

That question pushed me over the edge into full-blown sobbing and once I’d started, I couldn’t stop.

‘What’s the matter? Where are you? Is Paul there? Talk to me, please!’

‘Hold on a minute,’ I managed to choke out, wiping my face on the sleeve of my t-shirt. ‘I’m at the Tube station and I need a place to stay. Paul…Paul…well, there is no Paul and me any more.’

I heard her sharp intake of breath before she said, ‘Of course you must come here. Will you be okay on your own or do you want me to come and get you?’

‘No, I’ll be okay. I should be about half an hour. Thanks, Ellie.’ I rang off and made my way down into the depths of the Tube, grateful that I would have somewhere to stay so I didn’t have to go back home tonight. Afterwards, I couldn’t remember finding my way to the platform. I was so distracted by all that had happened and in such a short space of time but the next thing I knew, I was squashed into a seat on a crowded rush-hour carriage, trundling north on the Northern line.

No-one spared me a second glance on the train. It was oddly calming to be sitting among complete strangers in my misery and to know I didn’t have to explain myself. I wrapped my arms protectively around my body. Why on earth had Paul done this to me? I wracked my brain as the train rattled on, but I could make no sense of it.

When I arrived at Ellie’s, she scooped me into her arms at once for a hug, which only made me start crying again. She patted my back comfortingly, and eventually the tears subsided.

‘Why don’t I get us both a drink and then you can tell me everything that’s happened?’

18 thoughts on “Home

    • Thank you very much! I will gratefully accept. I have just read yours on your blog and wholeheartedly agree that you are the kind of person who likes to help others. You have already helped me so much in the short time I have known you 🙂


      • Aw, thanks hon! I’m glad I’ve helped so far – the feeling is mutual! 🙂
        Good luck with your post, am interested to read your own.
        Take care, Cat


    • Thank you. It is still very much a provisional cover at the moment but you’re right, it will be important to get the right one when the time comes (hopefully later this year!) Thanks for commenting. I loved your blog post too and look forward to reading more of them 🙂


  1. I was told by a mutual blogger/ Twitterer/friend Bill Cunningham that your debut novel would probably be something I liked. By the look of the cover, it is definitely something I’d enjoy reading. Congratulations, I’m looking forward to it.


    • Thank you so much, Dena. I’m just finalising a professional cover version and have sent the manuscript off for a final edit now. There’s so much to do though, as you know, so probably looking at the New Year for publication! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment 🙂

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