I’m totes in love with…


…My gorgeous new cover.


Leaving at Noon, book 4 in the Sunday Night Dinner Club series, releases at the end of May.

Think it fits well with the other covers?

Book 1 – Get your copy here.


Book 2 – Get it here.


Book 3 releases on the 20th of Feb. Pre-order it here.




Are the Divas Sleeping????


Kinda, yeah. We’re all still on summer holidays with our respective families and not getting a lot of writing related stuff done :(. But we have news. Yes we do. We’ll be back on deck next week to make our reports :). In the meantime, who wants to catch some zzzzz’s with us?

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Awesome giveaway over at International Heat

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Yep, this is a super short and sweet blog post.

The IntlHeat authors are having a contest to start the new year off with a bang. (And since all of us Divas are also a part of International Heat, we thought we’d post the contest here too.)

The grand prize is a $100 gift card to Amazon!

Details below, in the Rafflecopter Giveaway link.

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Good luck!

Jess, Lexxie, Rhian and Sami

Finding the right spot – Sex locations, Day 3


The Divas have been having a lot of fun of late, discussing all the places our characters have done the dirty. Sami made a list first, which you can see right here. Then it was Lexxie’s turn. (Click here for her list.)

The thing is with erotic romance writing, our characters do the dirty A LOT! And let’s face it, if they confined themselves to their bedrooms, things could start to get a wee bit boring, no? So it’s up to us, the authors, to throw our characters into places or situations that’ll spice up the scenes.


Truth is, very few of my love scenes take place in the bedroom. All too often, they’re so keen to get it on, that soft, comfortable bed is just too damn far away. So, where have they done it? Well let’s see:

1) In the lounge room. (That seems to be a favorite of mine. There’s even a scene on a couch which takes place as the NYE midnight firework show begins. And oh, yeah, there are a lot of fireworks!)

2) In the dining room. (On the table and a chair. Different books though.)

3) In the bathroom. (Not in the shower or bath, as you’d expect…)

4) A gazebo in the middle of a rose garden. (Several times. Turns out the gazebo was a special place for this hero and heroine.)

5) The dressing room of a sports stadium. (With sixty thousands people packed into said stadium.)

6) An outdoor spa/jacuzzi.

7) A doctor’s waiting room.

8) On the deck of a boat.

9) On the ladder of a boat.

10) In an office. (With someone watching through the window. And without someone watching through the window. And in his office chair. And her office couch.)

11) In the garden during a party.

12) In his parents’ garden, behind the massive eucalyptus tree. (Don’t worry. It was night. The parents never saw a thing.)

13) On the balcony of a hotel room. (Man, I adore love scenes set in hotel rooms! I have heaps of them.)

14) Tied to a chair. (Well, she was. He’d gotten free by then.)

15) On a bar. (With three hot men! How’s that for one lucky lady?)

16) On a poker table. (Never fear, the cards and chips had been packed away.)

17) On a kitchen table. (Sturdy table that one.)

18) On the trunk of a car on the side of a road in broad daylight. (Phew, lucky the road was deserted.)

19) On a cliff overlooking the ocean. (Spectacular views, I might add.)

20) In her dreams. (And his)


Now, for the fun bit…A CONTEST!

You’ve read my list. Now check out Lexxie and Sami’s lists. (Rhian’s is coming soon!)

Each day any commenter who can match up at least one of that author’s books with its corresponding sex location will go in the draw to win a set of four backlist books–winner’s choice, one from each of us. So, for eg, you might say that the love scenes in the gazebo are from Red Red Wine – and you’d be right. (I gave that one away because I’m super cool that way 😀 ). Do you get the picture? Match up as many or as few as you can.

Have fun. (Oh, and don’t be shy to add a couple of places you might have tried. Who knows? They may just land up in a Diva book one day.) 😉

Good luck,


Party Of Three – How it all began

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Many years ago, before I was married or had kids or had even moved to Australia, I was single and living in South Africa. I had a very cool group of friends and tried to see them as often as possible. But real life tended to get in the way a lot. Work, commitments, family. To ensure we got to see one other often, we started getting together on Sunday nights. Last minute plans to meet somewhere for dinner. As the weeks turned into months, the plans became less last minute, and more of a standard weekly event we all looked forward to.

Every week we’d choose a really cool restaurant, make our booking and spend the night eating great food, drinking loads of alcohol and just enjoying being together. Those dinners soon became known as “The Sunday Night Supper Club.”

There were always a core group of friends who attended, and as time passed, others joined. Girlfriends, boyfriends, casual friends, out of towners. Some stayed and became part of the core group. Others didn’t. As relationships ended, some of the girlfriends and boyfriends left the club. Some stayed permanently – as couples got married. Then we went through a stage where a whole new group of people joined us. The next generation. Yep, some of us had kids, and we brought the newborns along in their baby seats. They’d sleep silently while we enjoyed our dinners. (Of course that only lasted a few months. when the babes got a little older, we’d leave them at home with sitters).

When we moved to Australia, one of the hardest things to leave behind was that Sunday Night Supper Club. It took years to accept that we no longer had a standing dinner date on a Sunday night.
I still miss those evenings out. And the friends we dined with.

A gift from the Club when we left for Sydney. It's hanging on our wall now. (And if you can read the plaque, you'll see it says, Sydney Supper Club 2003. Unfortunately, that subtle wish for the future never came to be.)

A gift from the Club when we left for Sydney. It’s hanging on our wall now. (And if you can read the plaque, you’ll see it says, Sydney Supper Club 2003. Unfortunately, that subtle wish for the future never came to be.)

I guess that’s the best thing about being an author. I can make the past come back to life. Which is what I’ve chosen to do with Party Of Three, my novella from the Down and Dirty boxed set.
It’s the first book in a brand new series, titled…The Sunday Night Dinner Club. And yep, you’ve got it. The series focuses on a group of friends who have a standing Sunday night arrangement to meet for dinner.
(In case you’re wondering why I substituted the word ‘supper’ for ‘dinner’… Well, Aussies don’t think of supper as dinner. For an Australian, supper is more like tea after dinner. And since this series in set in Sydney, I had to get the terminology right.)

So…read on for your first glimpse into the new series. (Oh, and if you’re wondering if the characters are based on real life friends from South Africa…well, my lips are sealed.) 😉

Party Of Three: The blurb:

Two men, one woman and a whole menu of opportunities.

Sunday Night Dinner Club, Book 1

When Spencer Allen arranges an impromptu date with Chelsea Holden, the beautiful restaurant owner he’s lusted after for months, he discovers an unexpected obstacle in his quest for true love—his best mate.

Levi Barret’s always been reluctant to give his heart to one woman, until Chelsea catches his attention. Now he’s finding it difficult to think of anyone else.

Levi’s interest in Chelsea could spell the end of a lifelong friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.

Warning: Be sure to keep a safe distance from the oven. When things heat up in this kitchen, sparks are going to fly.

Party Of Three: An excerpt:

He gasped hoarsely. “You’ve got me so fucking turned on, I could take you right here in the middle of Centennial Park and not regret it for a second.”
She didn’t bother answering. Not with words anyway.
She tunneled her hand into his hair, massaging his scalp and steering his head so his mouth was aligned with hers once more. Her eyes smoldered, her lids lowered to half-mast and breath puffed from her mouth. Then she took his lips with hers and proceeded to blow his world clean away with her kiss.
Last night, Levi had told Spencer he really liked Chelsea. This morning, those words made a mockery of his true feelings. He didn’t just like the woman. He was already halfway in love with her.
And God knew, Levi had not loved a woman in a long time.
He nudged her thighs apart, making space for himself between her legs. Then he bent his knees slightly and repositioned his hips, sighing in relief as his cock came to rest in the V of her thighs.
The urge to thrust against her almost did his head in, and repressing that urge about killed him, but outside, in the open like this, he had no choice. If he gave in to his impulses, he’d be arrested for public indecency.
It was Chelsea who broke the kiss this time round. “If we weren’t standing in the middle of Centennial Park,” she whispered in his ear, “I’d insist you fuck me. Hard and fast and right here against the paperbark tree.”
“Chels.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re killing me.”
“You started it.”
With his eyes closed, her scent was even more alluring. Sweet and spicy and totally addictive. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the urge to grind against her—and was immediately rewarded by her muffled whimper and barely repressed shudder.
“Never would have needed to start this here if you’d agreed to marry me.”
“Can’t marry you, Levi.” She trailed her lips up to his ear and nibbled on his lobe—which instantly turned into an erogenous zone.
He tilted his head to the side to give her easier access. He moved his hands up her waist and rested his thumbs on her ribs. All he need do was brush them upwards and he’d caress the curves of those stunning breasts. “Give me a reason. One good reason and I’ll stop asking.”
A slow release of her breath tortured the side of his neck as she freed his ear and pulled back. Her shoulders seemed to sag against his chest.
Levi opened his eyes to find himself staring into hers. While he could still clearly see his desire reflected in those green pools, he saw something else too. Something he wasn’t altogether sure he liked.
She blinked several times but didn’t lower her gaze. “I don’t think you’re going to be happy with my reason.”
“If it keeps us apart, you’re probably right.”
“I want you to take me, Levi. I’ve wanted it a long time.” She licked her lips, and Levi found it almost impossible not to claim her tongue again. “For you to finally, finally fuck me.”
He muttered something unintelligible—mostly because intelligible speech failed him at that point.
Shit, he hated that word. “But?”
“But you’re not the only one I’ve wanted for a long time.”

Down and Dirty releases on the 27th of June at B&N and Amazon.
Meantime, you can pre-order it from:
You can pre-order Down And Dirty from –

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/449107
ARe – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-downanddirty-1553399-166.html
AU iBookshttps://itunes.apple.com/au/book/down-and-dirty/id891299799?mt=11
US iBooks – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/down-and-dirty/id891299799?mt=11
Kobo – http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/down-and-dirty-14

Happy reading,


Ho Ho Ho


Wishing you all a very merry Christmas.

With love,

The Divas

DUDcon13 in pictures


On Friday, after carefully clearing the house of any family (I packed them off on a camping trip), the Down Under Divas gathered at my place for three days of just being together. Yep it was our very first official Down Under Diva Conference, otherwise known as…DUDcon13.

Sami Lee made sure to draw up an agenda so we actually got some great work done, but in general we had a blast chatting about anyone and everything industry related. (And yep, if you’re reading this blog, it’s safe to assume we chatted about you! In the best possible way, of course. 🙂 )

I could bore you with details, but instead I’ll just post some of the pics we took that summarize our time together. (You might already have seen them on Facebook.)

DUDcon13 begins

DUDcon13 begins

Soon as Lex arrived, we started posting pics to FB. (Yep, you may already have seen all of these there.)

Soon as Lex arrived, we started posting pics to FB.

Friday night was loads of fun - especially with the help of this industrial sized bottle of ready-made margarita mix. :)

Friday night was loads of fun – especially with the help of this industrial sized bottle of ready-made margarita mix.

Saturday morning saw us exercising. A long walk along the beachfront and cliffs. (Sami warming up)

Saturday morning saw us exercising. A long walk along the beachfront and cliffs. (Sami warming up)

And...the beachfront we walked along. (Remember it was early morning.)

And…the beachfront we walked along. (Remember it was early morning.)

Our American guest - Mari Carr gate crashed the conference. (And yeah, she brought beer.)

Our American guest – Mari Carr gatecrashed the conference. (And yeah, she brought beer.)

Saturday lunch at the Deli. (Yeah, we did A LOT of eating and drinking.)

Saturday lunch at the Deli. (Yeah, we did A LOT of eating and drinking.)

Back home again after lunch, Sami is cracking her whip, and we're getting some work done.)

Back home again after lunch, Sami is cracking her whip, and we’re getting some work done.)

Saturday dinner was the best! Frozen yoghurt. (And RC managed to put away a shitload of the stuff. Seriously, for a thin girl, she eats like a horse!)

Then came the moment I had to skip out for a little while on Sunday morning. But I was comfortable leaving my house in the care of my three good writing buddies. Really comfortable. Because who wouldn’t trust these girls:


(Sorry, would have liked to upload the video here, but WordPress wouldn’t let me.)

Suffice to say we had a blast and are already planning our next conference – DUDcon14.



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