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Morning readers,

It’s the dreaded Monday morning again and the work week has begun all over again. I am at home with my husband, who’s fast asleep after a night shift and my mum whos visiting for a week and it occured to me that my own creative mind is a complicated one, very compicated.

You all know about my writing and my books as you have all been treated from time to time to shorts I post here but you have little knowledge of my other creative outlets. I draw, not well but I draw. I also enjoy taking photo’s of various things, I love the gothic beauty of cemetery photography as well as the beauty of nature’s own creative mind.


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This photo was taken at a relatives home in the south of England and its a beautiful flower in ths summer sun.

My creative mind is rarely quiet and it keeps me active, even when I’m meant to be asleep. Mind you with my body being a mess my mind being sharp is a small price to pay. I love my mind, I just wish that I could sleep when I need to not when my mind wants me too.

I love my creativity and I always will, I may not be able to draw or paint but I sure as hell can paint a picture with words, my words can conjure up a picture of what ever it is I need.

Any way, this summer heat is making me sweat so I’m going to switch of the laptop and eat my cherries.

Have a excellent night

Simone. ❤

Hello guys

I’ve been quiet of late because I’ve been working on anthology submissions and edits on Dirty Little secrets.

I’ve had a submission accepted into an anthology due for release later this year.

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I can’t wait to show more with you and I’m going to be doing a few teasers on the books I’m working on at the moment.

Dirty Little Secret follows on from Spilt Blood, book one in the Poisoned By Blood series. CLICK HERE TO GET IT!

In book two Joslyn deals with the fall out of the events of book one along with figuring out who her new best friend really is. The revelation has several negative effects that put both her friend and family at risk. She’s also dealing with her lust and pull towards her hot mentor as she discovers a possible reason towards how she’s fall for him so quickly.

Hell Hath No Fury is my other current work in progress.

It follows the tale of Gavin, a young man who buys an old abandoned mansion after making a lot of money and as they start to rebuild the mansion they find the remains of the only missing girl in town. He starts the hunt into her killer as he realised his childhood crush on the missing girl hasn’t died and the girl is pissed. YYes i need to work on the blurb. Its just to give you a little idea.

I can’t wait to show you covers on all three and I’m waiting to find out if my second submission has been accepted.

Will keep you in the loop.

Happy Sunday


Morning all,

I hope you all had an awesome weekend, I watched woman in black yesterday and I really enjoyed it. It had the what you can see but you can hear going on but it wasn’t all that, it was a bit of a mind bender, my favorite type of horror.

I’m hoping to build my Facebook page and get up to two hundred lime so if you guys could go and check it out for me that would be awesome.   Click here

I have a few things coming up soon, I’m so excited about them and I can’t wait to share them with you.

Tomorrow I’ll be sharing a poem with you once my kick ass beta reads had a look over it and I’m also thing of doing a giveaway.
What prizes would you like to see?

Hope your Monday is merry.


Hello readers,

I’m a little hyper today so I am doing various promo’s for both my book and a Halloween event.

Spilt Blood is coming along nicely and I’m hoping to get it to the beta readers by the months end. I’m super excited that it will be shared with numerous readers. My second novel signed and the first of a series. I wanted to share it with you guys and to have it signed is very excited.

Some fellow authors at the same publishing house are holding an event for Halloween. There will be fun and games, free stories and prose, giveaways and music. I’m co-hosting from 10-12 UK time. I’m excited about it. It’s a thank you for our friends.

Here’s the link, join and share with you friends.

There’s a free copy of Red Eyes and Shattered Souls, shorts stories and prose shared during the night while music and games are taking place. Its a Facebook events much like our Release Parties. I want as many of you there as possible.

Come and join the fun.

Happy Writing


Hello guys


So summer’s on its way out and the nights are becoming longer and longer but the best news is that Halloween is getting closer to, that and winter solstice is near too.

I have been thinking about a few things of late including why I became a writer. The truth is I never set out to be an author. I used to write, as a child, to express my fantasies about my favourite TV show characters paying special attention to Michael Shanks, Tom Welling and Nick Lea to name but a few.

During my time at University I began writing a book on child abuse, types, how to investigate and so on. During that time I got the idea for a novel originally titled Blakesmith Catacombs, now titled Twisted Covern. When I moved to York I started a writing class and my teacher told me that it was worth publishing.

The class opened something in my head and soon I was over run with ideas. Red Eyes and Shattered Souls were originally submissions for anthology’s but were release on their own and now Spilt Blood has been signed.

I have fallen in love with it and the reviews I’ve had have pushed me forward.

Happy writing


Hello readers

I am so happy that I can share this. On March 1st I have a book titled ‘Shattered Souls’ being released via Vamptasy Publishing. I am still bouncing. There is an online book release happening on Facebook during which there will be games quizzes and fun, there will be prizes and such too.

Head over to the Facebook event page and join in the fun. Keep your eyes pealed for news on the cover reveal and more prose that are waiting to be written.

Happy writing I’m still bouncing




The new year has started and with so much going on I am here to beg forgiveness. I have had a busy last few months with appointments, projects, deadlines and such. I have spent the last few months working on three projects and they are near completion and I am currently beta reading for a good author friend Carmilla Voiez and I will be sharing her fable once its out as it is an addictive read.

My over active brain has been keeping me awake as per usual, I am now writing down three to four sets of notes for different and unconnected ideas a night along with typing book one of a series and drafting book five of the same series. As well as completely re-writing four ideas with the same information but a different way of telling the tale.

I have been looking back at some of my older projects and I have noticed one odd thing, my writing has changed in the last four years, drastically so. I am hoping that its a good thing.

My head came up with an oddly macabre poem over the Christmas break and I will post it up over the next few days.

Happy 2014

Happy writing


Hello horror fans

During a visit to my mother in law’s I found one of my old note books with some chilling tales in, I’m going to type some of thrm up and post them.

I have a lot to do withbthem as they are first drafts so bare with me and I’ll get them up as soon as I can.

Being a dyslexic writer is hard work and I am lucky that I have a long list of people who are willing to help me though I don’t get them read through blog posts for me.vthat would be unfair. I do and have always and still welcome contructive criticism. I love writing and its how I manage my pain levels and try to distract myself from it, that and my brain creates tjese tales and it doesnt like shutting down.

What are you all writing, please feel free to share or send them over. I would love to have a read.

Keep writing



So, a lot going on in my over active brain, Shattered Souls edits are what’s keeping me busy, I have also started the notes on Poisoned by Power book three.

I’ve had another idea titled revolution. It’s in it’s infancy, very early stages.

I also have been looking into others that are dyslexic and found that infamous writer Agatha Christie also had the learning disability that plagues so many people.

My dyslexia shows when I miss part of sentence as my brain is always two sentence’s ahead and spelling some words wrong. Some days are worse than others and it also plagues my short term memory is shot so if an idea hits me I instantly write it down.

If you want to look further into this disability please head to

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Happy writing


Here’s a little flash fiction.

It was after midnight when I finally curled up in my large bed and was snuggled by a freshly washed black and purple comforter. I was shattered from a day of unpacking the piles of boxes in my new flat and as soon as my head hit the pillow, as usual, I was wide awake, my mind constantly running through a todo list and the things I needed to get make this place truly my home.

I sighed and started to get out of the welcoming bed when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement in a shadow near the door to the hall way.

I turned and looked at the black shadow created by the large dress makers doll and saw nothing out of the ordinary, I stood and headed to the door, as I got close to the large doll I glared at it and cautiously watched, frozen in fear, as the shadow of a skinny stick like human form slowly moved towards my large bed.

The black shadow seemed to notice that I could see it and it moved faster and seemed to grow from the stick, skeletal figure I initially saw to a large muscular male form and I walked backwards it wasn’t long before I fell on the bed and crawled to the head board where I curled up in to a ball. My breathing hitched as I panicked as I saw the shadow form became a solid corporeal creature and walked to the foot of the bed.

Frozen I watched as a large mouth formed into an evil grin that exposed sharp, yellowed and uneven teeth.

I sat staring at him from my ball and strangely my fear slowly subsided. I was captivated by him and as I searched the area near his mouth I noticed the silver moonlight streaming through the nearby window caught what looked like a nose and the black moist balls that, I assumed, were his eyes.

I could feel nothing from him, his grin made me curious and even though I should fear him I did but it was overshadowed by my curiosity.

He opened his mouth and instantly every single cell of my body was screaming with fear and my blood was ablaze with adrenalin.

I wanted to jump and run, I wanted to escape, leave and live. I couldn’t, this creature had me where he wanted me. I wanted it to end, now.

I waited, wondering what he wanted to do with me. He seemed to enjoy watching me. Watching me stare at him with fear.

His head moved in a familiar manner as he looked me over. I instantly realised my shorts and tank top hid nothing of my slender, yet curvy, womanly figure.

I gulped loudly in fear. I was panicking, I assumed he wanted to rape me, that was the last thing I wanted. My heart kicked up a gear, beating faster, harder, almost deafeningly loud in my ears.

I lay still, a child again, frozen in fear of the dark as it created menacing looking shadows to scare you. Only this was real, I could smell the sulphur coming from his mouth.

He wasn’t human, he couldn’t be.

Time passed unnoticed, I was blind to it. My attention was completely centred on this creature as I try to identify what he wanted, what he was and why he was here. I couldn’t, I didn’t really want to think about it.

My muscles hurt and my heart couldn’t take much more of the fear.

Suddenly my attacker stopped smirking at me and his mouth opened in to a large inhuman O and a noise travelled through his mouth that make my ears hurt and my soul cry. It sounded as though there were hundreds of different voices coming from inside my attacker.

It hurt, my soul cried and screamed.

I moaned loudly as realised I felt a strange pain that seemed to pulsate within every single cell. I felt a pull coming from deep within me. It hurt, I didn’t know why.

I stayed still, I didn’t move, I felt that there was something, pulling, and something didn’t quite feel right and caused the icy hands of dread grasp my warm beating heart.

I moved slightly so I could look down, checking to make sure there was nothing wrong. What I saw caused my pulse to go into overdrive.

Where my flat toned stomach lay there was a small ball of purple mist that seemed to be attached to me with long tender tendrils. I stared at it. It seemed to be fighting to get back in my body while my attacker seemed to be doing something to pull it towards him, into the well of screaming voices that came from inside of this creature.

It suddenly hit me what the mist was. It was my soul and my attacker was pulling it out of me. He had to be a Soul eater.

I moved my hands to try and push it back into me. It didn’t work.

He pulled stronger. He pulled harder.

An idea suddenly hit my fear filled brain and I concentrated hard as i imagined the mist flowing from my stomach, its purple see through tendril flowing into my body, holding on to me from the inside. The idea was thanks to my best friend who was anew age pagan who has taught me how to do it, she taught me how to see things and make them happen. It was perfect for this, I silently prayed to my self ,hoping it would work.

I watched the tendrils strain as my attacker, my shadow guest, pulled at the part of me that made me who I was away from me. My soul was in a tug of war between me and him. His male demonic strength greatly overpowering my feeble human female strength, I had only my stubborn mind set and a fighting spirit, I hoped they were enough to help me live.

Putting my idea into play I concentrated on the thin tendrils I concentrated hard, harder than I ever had. I watched them become thick, solid and strong as my minds eye envisioned the tendrils wrapping them selves around my spine, my ribs, my hip bones, anchoring themselves.

I silenced my fear, controlled my adrenaline as I stared at my dark visitor. I watched has he tensed every single muscle, his mouth opened further, wider, more teeth, stained yellow.

I continued to concentrate even more and pulled the thin tendrils closer, pulling my essence to its rightful home.

My heart was still raising and every muscle was ridged as I began to feel the tendrils tighten on my spine, ribs and hips, pulling it back inside me.

I heard my masculine visitor growl, a deep rumbling from his testosterone filled gut. I felt the pull, he was pulling harder, but now my mind wouldn’t let my soul would leave my body, now it knew how to stop it.

His growl deepened with annoyance.

Pushing my fear aside I looked at him and concentrating, I pulled my purple mist soul further inside of me as he tried his hardest to gain control.

I could feel my soul, it was inside of me and I know that I needed to do something to keep it there. This time I closed my eyes, keeping my ears alert, aware of where he was, and formed a wall around my body that was built from ten inch thick steel. It was ideal, I locked everything behind the wall, all that made me who I was.

The demonic growl caused my dark brow eyes to fly open. I looked at him, his black eyes were now blood red, steam coming from his blackened skin, red lines showing through. It looked painful. I pulled my legs back to my chest, I still feared him dispute my new strength. He was pissed. He was mad.

I knew the only this battle of will, battle of the sexes, between a slender, curvy, young and wilful woman and a built, powerful, strong, demonic man, was to end was for one or both of us to die.

It would end painfully for one of us. I knew what I had to do but the specifics evaded me. I thought hard while staring hard at my unwanted guest. I now know that what I thought was new age crap actually worked, and I wondered what I could do with it.

Another idea hit me, two life saving ideas during one of the most frightening night of my life, I embraced it, I evilly wondered, what would happen if I electrocuted the steel wall, of sorts, that was shielding me from this menacing fear-inducing creature that wanted my soul.

I switched on the switch I created in my minds eye, I heard the room buzz, as though there was free electricity within the room. I stared at my attacker who was convulsing. An evil grin spread on my face when the large shadow creature convulsed so hard he fell, hard, on his ass. I stifled a giggle. I slowly, cautiously, crawled to the bottom of the bed as the black creature it the floor, convulsing in the same way a serial killer reacts on the electric chair.

I lowered the electric field. I looked intently at the black creature lay motionless. I was about to get off the bed to check him I jerked back quickly. He was not longer a solid creature. He turned from 3d to 2d within a fraction of a second. I then watched as the 2d figure of turned into black and red dust and was picked up by a breeze from the open window. I smiled.

My room was filled with a see of coloured mist balls. A sea of souls. I smiled as I watched the souls float out of the window.

I had Won.

I had defeated the shadow creature.

I had killed a soul eater.

I challenged a man and won. Yeah, he was a demon but I won.

Who knew, this new age stuff really works.

Let me know what you think.