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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

Remaining release dates for the flowers can be fatal series.

I now have release dates for the rest of the books in the flower series.


The series name is Flowers Can Be Fatal. All are available from the usual places plus direct from the publisher.

Carnations in Jan - out now
Violets in Feb - out now
Daffodils in March - out now
Sweetpeas in April - March 11
Lily of the Valley in May - April 4
Roses in June - May 20
Waterlilies in July - June 10
Gladioli in August - July 7
Forget me nots in Sept - Aug 5
Marigolds in Oct - Sept 9
'Mums in Nov - Oct 21
Holly in Dec - Nov 4
Dutch Crocus - TBA (still not galley'd yet)

And here's the series poem - the tagline of each book being the relevant line of said poem.

Carnations in January shake the foundations
Violets in February are an aid to salvation
Daffodils in March bring betrayal and loss
Sweet peas in April consume all the dross
Lily of the Valley in May brings danger untold
Roses in June show hope in a heart filled with gold
Water lilies in July a town will submerge
Gladioli in August love from the ash will emerge
Forget-me-nots in September are on the front line of fear
Marigolds in October will test her career 
Chrysanthemums in November show the burden of choice
Holly in December lets a broken family rejoice

Saturday, 13 February 2016

Adventures in crochet continue

For some reason I can't add photos from the iPad or phone. It tells me to download an app and then promptly tells me the app isn't available. Oh, the miracles of modern technology. So I shall email the photos to myself, download them onto the comp and edit this post later.

So today's blog is about my year long crochet project. A temperature blanket. There are loads of variations of this around right now, but I opted for a simple one. Using the basic granny square stitch,  a set of 3tc, c1, 3tc (for US ppl that's 3dc, c1, 3dc) with a foundation chain of 188 so it's wide enough for a double bed.

The colour depends on the average temp of the day, with a bit of white rows in if it snows. So far it's been from black, or below freezing, to pale green or 13C.

OK and having emailed a pic from the ipad to the comp, here it is.


Friday, 12 February 2016

Daffodils in March by Clare Revell


Blurb: Only given a week’s notice in her current job, Eden Jameson is desperately looking for something new. Being a nanny for her best friend and sister in law, Hanna, is the ideal solution to both their problems.
David Painter has other ideas. Having a stranger in the house could ruin everything he’s worked so long to achieve. He needs to get rid of this nanny and fast.
When Hanna dies unexpectedly, the reading of the will is a shock–Eden and David have been left joint custody of the baby and joint ownership of the house. Can they overcome their differences or is it too late?

Extract:

Eden made her way downstairs, and paused as hushed voices drifted up from the kitchen to meet her.
“Hanna, I can’t have someone else, another woman, in the house. How many times do I have to say this?”
“Am I one woman too many?”
“That’s not what I meant—” David’s voice rose.“—and you know it.”
Eden reached the foot of the stairs. She didn’t want to listen, yet fancied interrupting them even less. Caught between the metaphorical devil and the deep blue sea, she stood in the hallway, the conversation ringing in her ears and burning in her stomach.
“Well, it’s tough, David. Eden’s my friend as well as being Marc’s aunt. Therefore she’s not only a qualified nanny; she’s family and the ideal solution. I don’t see what your problem with her is. You two got on well enough once.”
“Not anymore, Han.”
“What went wrong between the two of you?”
“That is between me and Eden and no one else.” There was a long pause; presumably, he was pacing the room like he always did when he was angry or irritated. Then, he started speaking again, his voice too low to hear.
Really? He hadn’t even given Eden a good reason for them breaking up. One minute things were fine and the next he wanted nothing to do with her. Problem was her emotions didn’t just switch off as easily as his. Part of her still loved him and probably always would.



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Thursday, 11 February 2016

Violets in February by Clare Revell

blurb

When uptight missionary, Lucy Boyd is injured her only ride to the hospital 200 miles away is the scary looking guy who delivers their supplies every two weeks. Not only is he scary, he's obviously quite heathen based on the earring in his ear, the heavy metal music blasting from his truck when he pulls into the compound, and his salty language. Jed Gorman doesn't like people, especially Christians. Shuttled from foster home to foster home after the death of his parents, he's had enough "Christian Charity" to last a lifetime. The last thing he needs is that uptight missionary woman as a passenger. But when he sees that her knee is the size of a football he can't say no. It's going to be a rough ride, his truck is old, the monsoon season has hit, and there are guerrillas in the jungle...

extract:

Heavy booted footsteps clomped up the wooden steps outside and across the verandah. The door swung open, and he crossed the room, no doubt bringing in dust and sand to cover her newly swept floor. She could smell him from here. The intoxicating mix of pine and woods and mint that almost conflicted with the tough guy image Jed Gorman held out around him like a shield.
“Dr. Boyd.” His Australian accent rang through the clinic. “What’s a good looking sheila like you doing in back o’Bourke hole like this?”
“Working, Mr. Gorman. The same thing that you are.” Her answer, just like his greeting, never changed. She turned and ran her gaze over him. His sleeves were rolled up to just above his elbows, exposing well tanned, muscular arms wrapped around a crate. There was something about the man’s arms and the way the long vein from elbow to wrist stood out, that set her heart pounding.
But enough of that. Her mind shouldn’t go in such directions. Besides, Jed Gorman didn’t count as a man or eye candy or anything other than a menace.
He grinned at her. “Where do you want me?”

Monday, 8 February 2016

I Thirst - a 40 day journey through the psalms. A FREE read from Pelican Book Group


The authors and staff at Pelican Book Group come together to offer this free devotional for Lent. Travel through favourite psalms and discover Christ in a special way during each day of Lent. 
Available in three formats HERE

Contributors include:
Brenda Baker
Candice Sue Patterson
Christine Lindsay
Claire Sanders
Clare Revell
Delia Latham
Dianne J Wilson
EA West
Heidi Glick
Jamie West
Jan Elder
Janalyn Voigt
Karen Cogan
Kathleen Friesen
Kristen Joy Wilks
Lisa McCaskill
LoRee Peery
Marianne Evans
Marilyn Leach
Mary Manners
MaryAnn Diorio
Megan Lee
Merry Stahel
Natasha Deen
Nicola Martinez
Niki Turner
Pamela Thibodeaux
Robin Bayne
Sandy Nadeau
Susan Lyttek
Terri Weldon
Valerie Goree
Wendy Davy
Zoe McCarthy