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It's publication day for The Boy under the Mistletoe!

Publication day is always exciting (I should know, this is my fourth in the past three months!) but this is a particularly special one.  I've always loved Christmas and harboured secret dreams of having a festive book with my name on it long before I truly believed my writing would be published.

 
With the support of my wonderful editor Charlotte Ledger, The Boy under the Mistletoe is let off the reins today, just in time for Christmas.  I can't wait to hear what you all have to say about it, but I hope you love it as much as I do.  It's my favourite story in the Meet Cute series.  Writing about fairy lights, mistletoe and party nibbles was great fun, but it's Chelsea, the tired shop girl who's reluctant to go to her Gran's Christmas eve party that I loved most.  She's feisty and grumpy, but deep down she's a romantic too.  I'd love to write more about her one day!

Thank you so much to everyone that has supported me this year - family, friends, authors, Harper Collins, Tirgearr, Zimbell House publishing and not forgetting the readers and bloggers who've been so very kind to this new author on the block. You're all fantastic, and I wish you all a Christmas where your dreams come true, just as mine have.

And may 2016 be the best year yet!
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