Charlotte sat at the bus stop wondering whether she would make the naughty or nice list this year. Last year she had rescued a stray kitten and therefore considered herself most definitely “nice”. This year she had broken Daniel’s heart into a million tiny pieces, so “naughty” seemed to be the only answer. There’d be no Santa Claus coming down her chimney anytime soon. – Georgia Beyers
So she had two choices. She could get on the next bus, go back home to Portobello for the holidays and try to explain to her parents why being with Daniel had crushed her soul, giving her no other choice than to end their two year relationship. Or she could call her best friend Anna, who hated Christmas more than the Grinch, and spend the money she’d been saving for her ex’s present on a city break somewhere life-affirming. There really was no contest. She pulled out her mobile, scrolled to the number and hit send. ‘Hey, Charlotte. Is everything okay?’ Anna answered. Charlotte got up and started wheeling her case out of the bus station. ‘It is now. Pack a bag and hit LastMinute.com. I can’t face Christmas this year.” Anna squealed a little. ‘Sunny or snowy?’ ‘Either, as long as it’s busy or sporty.’ She didn’t want to waste time wallowing and definitely didn’t want to go somewhere her parents could call her every two minutes to tell her what a mistake this was. Oh and if it ran on a different time zone than Edinburgh, even better!
All my life I’ve been dreaming up stories. My mum said when I was little I used to make all the My Little Pony figurines talk to each other, and even fall in love. Later, it was Barbie and Ken. In my teens, I played matchmaker with my friends at school.
When I wasn’t creating imaginary scenarios, I had my nose stuck in books, reading across genres and there was one thing I loved more than the escapism—the fact a story can touch me so deeply, like I was experiencing everything along with my characters. I knew from early on this was something I wanted to do for others.
Fast forward a few years, and the dream almost got lost in real life, but I still couldn’t shake it completely. Now I write sizzling romance with the hope of making my readers’ hearts race like they are falling in love for the first time.