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Tweeting drama

Hope you’re all well. I’ve been away a lot recently and writing. A new novel is in the works as is an anthology of short stories. But look here, it’s my collection of poems, all contemporary. Happy reading!

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Tweeting drama

A little bird appears, so innocent, so tempting.

Why not give it a go?

Something new

 

1,2,3. It’s that easy

Now what?

The little bird suggests

 

Soon following new people

Some interesting, others not so

Stalk away, everybody’s at it.

 

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An erotic novel? Moi?

 

The hazards of the writer’s life.

You write a story and then something unexpected happens.

Waking up one morning, I noticed my husband was laughing his head off. I was getting quite concerned.

Would he recover? The joke was on me of course as he showed me the source of his hilarity.

Occupy Me, a short story I wrote, or is it?

Turns out someone else had published an erotic novella, with the same title.

You’ve got to be kidding? Can’t make these things up.

A message pops up, from my publisher. Bless them, they do try hard and they did have a bit of a struggle with Amazon.

Anyway, they didn’t realise…

Oops.

Of course I asked them to change the title. It is now called Occupy Me, a French Affair. 

Nothing to do with the erotic novella.

The jokes abounded. Friends and readers know I write under two pen names and in different genres. Well, not that genre yet.

You never know. Never say never…

 

Check it out:

The arrest of a French politician in New York brings back unwanted memories as a French woman recalls her ordeals. After a brief holiday back in France, she gets caught in the upheaval in America and witnesses her boyfriend being pepper sprayed at a peaceful demonstration.

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An Easter message

Goodness, I sound like the pope. Sorry, no disrespect meant.

The last few weeks have been rough. Still, I’m grateful, things could be far worse.

I’m alive, I have a fantastic family and friends. Another book is out, another on the way.

I would like to thank you all of you, readers, friends everywhere and friends on Facebook, Twitter and of course Women on the Verge.

Thank you so much for your kindness and your support.

I’m so touched by all your lovely messages. It’s tempting sometimes to share them but I don’t.

Why not? Because I respect the senders of this kindness. The fact they’ve sent a message privately tells me something, and I wouldn’t betray their confidence. If you share something for all to see, that’s another matter.

Some of these messages touch me very deeply, thank you for sharing your stories. Together we can share and make a difference. So thank you for letting me know when something I’ve said or written has made a difference.

Hope you all have a lovely Easter!

So, what will the Easter bunny bring you?

[author]  [author_info]A prolific author, Elle Amberley writes Women’s Fiction, Literary (under a different pen name), poetry, short stories and features. If that wasn’t enough she recently started writing in French and a novel is due for publication next year. [/author_info] [/author]

How it all began

 

A song, a flash from the past

 

She hears them and she doesn’t, locked in a private corner of her past. A painful memory she’s been unwilling to share. But for now she isn’t fearful or sad, she’s mystified, lost in the beauty, the magic atmosphere. She doesn’t understand what she sees. It has familiar connotations but it makes no sense.

 

Twenty odd years have passed, how could it be? He looks so young, so beautiful, but the exotic setting? What is this?

 

His voice wraps her up and transports her back. Memories emerge and float, and she remembers. She’s a fighter, always has been. The little girl she once was kicks her from the inside, the one who refused to give in.

 

She doesn’t know it yet, but the nightmare is shifting away. For the last few months she has merely survived, now it’s time to live again. She’s alive and fighting. A new energy jolts her, she doesn’t even realise she’s pirouetting around the conservatory.

 

Lost in your time, based in Paris, out now.

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