I am a full time mother and part time writer. I live in a small country town in Victoria Australia. I have been writing ever since I learned to read, and almost endlessly drifting off into the fantasy world of my imagination.
Thankfully, I have a great group of supporting writer friends; a husband and three currently small children who help keep me grounded.
When I’m not day dreaming of creating new worlds for my stories or madly typing away on my laptop. I have plenty to keep me busy on the home front.
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What inspired me to write Tiger Mine?
The first thing in my mind when I decided to write an animal shifter book was No Werewolves. Not that I don’t love reading wolf books, I just think there are a lot of them out there. The inspiration behind TIGER MINE began when I was sitting on the end of my bed one morning, pulling on a pair of white and black striped socks. I was staring at them when the idea stuck to write a cat shifter book.
As a cat lover, I think Tigers resemble more the modern house cat than any other species. Something about their grace and majestic beauty draws people to them. But it wasn’t good enough just to write about an ordinary Bengal tiger. No, I wanted something different again. Remembering the colour of my socks, the thought of a white tiger in Australia lodged firmly in my brain.
The more I researched Siberian Tigers, the more my story and my character, Mohan, fell into place. A creature out of his elements, desperate and deeply scarred.
Add to the mix a curvy, emotionally injured heroine and I knew things would be a tender emotional ride. And add to the fact I had just done a writing workshop on injecting more emotion into your stories, it all worked out very well.
I fell utterly in love with Mohan and Julia. They’re two peas in a pod, with circumstances and a deeper connection making them need each other, more than even they realised.
It was a hard one to let go of, when I finally finished. I walked around in a daze for a few weeks trying to purge them from my mind, but I know this story and the characters will always have a special place in my heart.
Tiger shifter Mohan has escaped, jumped ship and is in hiding from the hunter who has ripped him from his world and murdered those he loved. When a curvy Aussie woman turns up at the old house he’s managed to shelter in these past weeks. He offers his services as a builder by day, returning to her by night as a tiger. Despite the strong attraction he has trouble fighting, what he discovers in Julia is a new kind of warmth and kindness he is in desperate need of.
Julia knows her gorgeous Russian handyman is harbouring dark secrets, but can her heart stand falling in love and losing again? Can they help each other mend the deeper issues which plague their lives? And bring hope of a new future. Or will Mohan’s past hunt him down and tear the new fragile bond between them.
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She scrubbed harder on the same spot, over and over, not really paying attention to what she was doing. A sudden knock at the door made her jump out of her skin.
"Crikey, James and Joseph!" Her heart still pounding in her chest, she climbed to her feet. She hadn't heard any car approaching. Who the heck could be at her door? Pink rubber gloves still encased her hands as she marched through the house and yanked open the front door.
Julia was stunned. She wasn't sure what the right word was, but beautiful was the only one that came to mind as she stared up into a pair of clear, pale blue eyes. She was instantly reminded of her tiger lodger. The man's ink-black hair hung to his shoulders, and he looked liked he'd been swimming. His skin was slightly pale, as if he was unaccustomed to being in the sun. His high, narrow face with symmetrical, angular cheekbones gave him a regal look. His slender nose and full masculine lips, made her wonder if they were as pillow soft as they looked. Where the hell had that thought come from? She swallowed, noting his strong, square jaw gave him a sense of strength and power. At first glance Julia would have guessed him to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties.
Remembering to breathe, Julia sucked in a breath and realized she'd been staring like an idiot. Her gaze dropped to his rumpled, worn clothes. The shirt had most certainly seen better days. The dark blue and black, square-patterned shirt did nothing to hide the fact the man was built.
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