Reflection: Looking in the Bathroom Mirror…


Once in a blue moon, I catch a glimpse of my naked form in the bathroom mirror and the image shocks me speechless…well, for a while anyway. It takes about a minute for my self-esteem to plummet to the deepest fathoms of the ocean as I unwillingly compute what I see.

While never being skinny, over the past fifteen years, the pounds just kept sticking to my body. My tiny waist of which I had been so proud as a young woman, had disappeared. Oh, it’s still there (at least that’s what I tell myself), you just have to use a little imagination. I haven’t seen a flat stomach since my first child was born, although I could mostly still see my … you know, without too much trouble. Not that my kids can take the blame for the sorry state my body was in – I’d stayed on my goal weight until about 15 years ago. Then it all sort of went to hell in a hand-basket.

My pert and alert C-cups morphed into a fairly respectable D-cup over the years, but that was fine as I had more fleshiness to hold on to. Now each D-cup needed steel supports to remain at attention. Gravity or age or both had turned the cute and pert rosebuds from headlights to down-lights and , without me noticing, the air was slowly let out of the balloons.

Having a firm bum was one of the reasons hubby couldn’t keep his hands off it, but lately, the firmness tended to sit lower – a whole lot lower and the nicely rounded bottom looked more like a flat tyre sitting on the tarmac. Add to this the fact that I’m an all-rounder, I saw it fit to sink into a pit of depression. After-all, who would want to get romantic with this blob?

Speaking of getting romantic, some positions just don’t work so well with an extra roll here and there and trying to be acrobatic mostly turns out to be a nearly fatal mistake with something breaking or bending where it shouldn’t. Before I could completely hand my happiness over to the darkness of self-loathing, the bathroom door clicked open.

Hubby entered the bathroom to find me staring at the reflection of my own body – much to my dismay. After grabbing a towel and hiding most of me, I dared looking at him. His eyes held the same twinkle as it did when we were first married nearly thirty years ago and his smile … let’s just say the promises entwined therein made standing and breathing at the same time difficult.


Then I realized something that shook me to my foundation. I’ve been telling myself that I wanted to change my body-image because hubby will find me more attractive. That is the biggest load of bull you can make yourself believe. In my case hubby loved me for ME—not how I looked now, but who I was inside—had been for the past thirty seven years that we’ve known each other. If I wanted to change my body-image, I must do it for me.

If I don’t want to diet, exercise and torture myself, that’s fine, because the one person that matters in my world, still finds me attractive enough to have that “let’s be naughty” light shining in his eyes. I will never be a size 10 again (yes in my younger years I actually was one) but then again, sweet 16 has been in the rear-view mirror so long that I’ve practically forgotten that it existed.  I’m closer to the half-century mark than I am to forty-five and that’s just fine with me.

Considering what hubby and I get up to at our age, I’m glad I’ve had these moments to realize what is truly important. A soft touch on the bottom, a gentle rub of the shoulders and a whispered promise of something only we could share, is worth more than making myself miserable over gathering the extra pounds and the gravitational effect of nature.

You don’t have to be skinny to have all-guns-blazing sex. You don’t have to be young to enjoy doing so. Your heart and soul contributes more to being sexy than a Barbie-doll image could ever do. So what if you need a Madonna-bra to keep those headlights shining forward. And who cares that you need a corset to find your waist?

I can look myself squarely in the eyes while standing naked in front of the mirror with the realization that I didn’t do so bad after all. I am happy, have a roaring (okay mostly) bedroom routine and above all, I am loved.

What more could a woman want?

#1LineWed Favorites on Twitter 18 May 2016

During March this year, I discovered the theme #1linewed on Twitter. What a joy. It is fun to read everyone’s tweets about the theme of the day and have your own creative juices spark by reading some amazing lines. So I’ve decided to post my favorite lines from every Wednesday.

Now I don’t have time to stay on Twitter the whole day, so these lines are the ones that caught my eye while scrolling. Where I can, I’ll explain what made them stand out to me. This is not limited to erotic or romantic tweets—in fact the ones I enjoyed more has a distinctly thriller-like feel to them.

This week’s theme was hooks at the close/end of a chapter.

“This garden isn’t some pansy-ass annual border with mari-fuckin-golds. This is war. We’re at Defcon One. Got it?”

I had to smile at this one – Mr tough guy!

A satisfied smile brushed her lips. “My reputation,” she breathed, “can go hang!” Byron pulled the curtain closed.

Just think of the possibilities! 

Maybe he was just really bad at reading women. Or maybe he was a bad kisser. He sat up, fear consumed him. He was out of practice.

The fragile male ego had me smiling.

He spotted it then, a black point in the snow – the muzzle of the gun – aimed right at him.

As the plane disintegrated around him, Darren plummeted through a sky of smoky debris and fire.

Both these lines had me going: Oh Shit! If these were at the end of a chapter, there was no way I would put down the book at that time. These, I have to confess, were my favorites of the day when you take the theme into account.

Their words matched, voices synced as they begged. A tearing sound ended their nightmare duet. “Five,” she said to empty darkness.

This one had chills spider-crawling down my spine. I have to know what happened next.


Some things in life are simple, others are not. The severed hand that had found its way into my mailbox was definitely the later

  Chills anyone?

 Hope you all have a wonderful weekend ahead.

Men and Sex – Does Someone Know All the Facts?

I found this article online a while back and thought I’d share it with you. It was eerie how this man nailed some of all women’s concerns on the head with his article. What do you think? Is he right? Will we stop worrying about all those things after reading this?

Ahem… I really don’t know.

This is an article from by Frank Kobola and I found it fascinating.

12 Sex Things Men Don’t Care About

We’re having sex. We could get stabbed and not notice for hours. We’re not going to notice your hairy legs.

By Frank Kobola


  1. Whether or not your vagina smells like a field of fresh lilies.If your vagina literally smells like a field full of flowers, that might be a cause for concern. But a vagina is supposed to smell like a vagina. Plus, it’s not like Yankee Candle is ever going to put out a “Balls” scent, so we’re pretty much even. Most guys either actively like the way you smell down there or are pretty neutral on the whole thing.
  2. Whether or not you’re hairless like a sex dolphin.Unless you suffer from hypertrichosis, skipping out on shaving for a few days isn’t going to be a deal-breaker. Considering most guys would put their lives on the line for the opportunity to bang, getting a pube in our mouth is a pretty tame risk to take. Also “sex dolphins” aren’t actually a thing. Don’t Google that.
  3. How wet (or not wet) you are.There’s no such thing as too wet. There also is such a thing as lube. Neither of these things are issues.
  4. Any sounds your vagina may make during intercourse.Weird sex noises are totally normal and the only way they’re horrible is when you stop mid-coitus to be like, “Oh, man. That was gross.” No, it wasn’t. What’s gross is having sex one moment and then not having sex the next just because apparently you never shoved your hand in a tube of Gak growing up. This is what happens when you shove something into something tight and wet. Air escapes violently.
  5. If you’re too loud or not loud enough.As long as you’re not grabbing us by the head and screaming into our ear loud enough to burst our eardrums, it’s all good. Unless we have neighbors. And if you’re the kind of woman who gets really quiet right before they orgasm, that’s OK too. No guy needs you to repeat, “I’m having a great time at sex” over and over until they finish.
  6. Your heaving bosom… (read the full article here)


Don’t forget to come back and tell me what you think.



Erotic Romance – What Does it Mean?

The answer we regularly hear is that erotic romance is a tale of love where the door to the bedroom remains wide open. Readers often pick up a book claiming to be erotic romance only to find that it is indeed more erotica and not what they had in mind upon purchasing the novel. This could turn a reader off the genre or at least the author’s work for good.

To understand the meaning of erotic romance we first have to understand what it erotic romance is not.

• Erotic romance is not porn – where the purpose of the story is to sexually stimulate the reader to the point of orgasm without regard to plot, story, romance or character development.
• Erotic romance is not erotica where the purpose of the story is to depict the character’s sexual journey. Romance is not the main focus of the plot and a happy ever after ending is not a requirement neither is it guaranteed.
• Erotic romance is not the same as a sexy/spicy romance. In sexy/spicy romances the main focus is on the developing romance between the characters and the sex does not play an intricate part in that development. The sexual relationship develops as a result of the growing romance between the characters.

So what is erotic romance?


Best-selling author Sylvia Day gives a detailed explanation on her website of the difference between porn, sexy romance, erotic romance and erotica. According to Sylvia erotic romance is:

stories written about the development of a romantic relationship through sexual interaction. The sex is an inherent part of the story, character growth, and relationship development, and couldn’t be removed without damaging the storyline. Happily Ever After is a REQUIREMENT to be an erotic romance.”




According to Wikipedia erotic romance is:

“Erotic romance novels are stories written about the development of a romantic relationship through sexual interaction. The sex is an inherent part of the story, character growth, and relationship development, and couldn’t be removed without damaging the storyline.”

From these definitions the main ingredients of an erotic romance is:-
• The development of a romantic interest between characters
• Because the sexual relationship between them
• Develops their character
• And leads to emotional growth
In short, without the sexual relationship there is no romantic development.

The best way to understand the differences is to read the different genres. Luckily there are millions of free books available online and one doesn’t have to search very far to find an example of each type. Just go to Amazon, or any online retailer of e-books and you’ll find plenty to read.

People have diverse tastes in novels and that is one of the reasons I firmly believe that any genre has a place in society and that no genre is superior. Romance novels may constitute the lion’s share of the book and ebook market in respect of sales, but that does not mean that science fiction, mysteries, thrillers, horrors and literary fiction are any less important. To the right reader even the most obscure and ignored story could have a life-altering effect.

Wild Western Week: Guest Post with @YlettePearson Her Bareback Cowboys~ @Totally_Bound

I’m on All I want and More Books today. Have a look and tell me what you think.


Totally Bound are running two blog tours in conjunction with their Wild Western week promotion, one MF/MFM and one MM. Visit their facebook page to find out more about the blog tour stops, discounts and deals on offer!


Transplanting Texan Cowboys by Ylette Pearson

The word cowboys always invoke pictures of handsome hunks riding into the sunset in a cloud of dust somewhere in the United States of America. The two cowboys in Her Bareback Cowboys are no exception. They’re handsome, sexy and comfortable in their own skins. With their natural confidence exacerbated by the fact that they originate from Texas, I just had to take Wade Randall and Maverick Green out of their comfort zone.

South Africa is the last country where you’d expect to find true Texan cowboys and therefore it was the ideal setting to make our handsome boys a little uncomfortable. Plucked from mid-summer in Texas…

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And the Winners Are …

The Valentines Day Blog Hop has come to an end and all that remains is to announce the winners.

And the winners are:

Just note – we only had four comments overall. With the help of, the organizer has grouped the books into pairs and randomly chosen the winners too. Here they are:

$20 Amazon Voucher —Galinda Barefoot (I’ll try to contact her.)
Dragonfly Moments and Dead of the Night – Christy Dunkin (
Taking Pleasure Seriously and Broken Destiny – Amy Bowens (
Harcourt’s Mountain and Brent’s Law – Sumi Singh. (don’t have a contact for her.)

Congratulations to everyone that participated and won. I sincerely hope you will enjoy the prizes you receive.

Until next time.

Love Unexpectedly—#Valentine Blog Hop 2015



Regardless of who you are or what you claim to the contrary, every human craves love.

Love takes on so many different forms that it’s sometimes confused with other emotions like affection, fondness, lust, etc. But whether it’s brotherly love, parental love, friendly love or romantic love, we all crave some form of the big hype Valentine’s Day is all about.

Finding love when you least expect it, must be one of the biggest thrills of our lives—reading about it in books or seeing it happen in our favorite movies comes a close second. Think about all the fascinating places people find/meet their true love—that one person to complete them. For instance, I met my husband on a construction site when I was barely eleven years old and we’re still together. Kate Hudson initially uses Matthew McConaughey as fodder for an article in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, but then, unexpectedly, she falls in love with him.

Movies and books thrive on this concept because this is romance in it’s true form. That first touch that set your heart racing, dries your mouth and more often than not, causes you to make a complete fool of yourself, is unforgettable. Why?

Because it’s so unexpected.


In the book Brent’s Law (you stand a chance to win this book by simply commenting below) Samantha is an attorney—an excellent one at that—and she has no interest in finding love of any kind. When her client’s soon-to-be ex-husband walks into her office, her preconceived ideas about love start to crumble. Not only could she lose her reputation by succumbing to his charms, she could lose the only thing that matters to her—her career.



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This Valentine’s Day a couple of South African authors also decided to do something unexpected and show some reader love. From the 12th to the 15th of February several authors will participate in a Valentine Blog Hop and afford readers the opportunity to win the following prizes:


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A grand prize of a $20 Amazon Gift Card
An ebook copy of Dragonfly Moments by Kathy Bosman (Kindle or PDF) – contemporary romance
An ebook copy of Brent’s Law (Kindle, epub or PDF) by Ylette Pearson – erotic romance
An ebook copy of Taking Pleasure Seriously by Angelé Wells and Phoenix Kelly (epub or PDF) – erotic romance
Signed copy of The Broken Destiny (South Africa only) by Carlyle Labuschagne – science fiction romance
An ebook of Dead of Night by Carylyle Labuschagne – science fiction romance
An ebook of Harcourt’s Mountain by Elaine Dodge – historical romance.




Increase your chances of winning by visiting the blogs below and leave a comment there as well.

//, ladies and gentlemen, what was the most unexpected place you found love? (Fact or fiction)

Ultimate Book Tag

I was tagged by Kathy over at Kathy Bosman—Romance Author to fill out the Ultimate Book Tagquestionnaire.

I tag Rae Rivers, Zee Monodee and anyone else that wishes to participate.


Do you get sick while reading in the car?

As I child, reading in the back seat of the car was no problem. Adulthood, has however, brought on severe bouts of sickness when I look away from the road for even a short time. So, no reading in the car for me.


Which author’s writing style is completely unique to you and why?

To me, every author has an unique voice. Some I enjoy, others I don’t. As I read a lot of books, I can’t single out any one author that to me stands out.


Harry Potter series or the Twilight Saga? Give 3 points to defend your answer.

Harry Potter wins hands down. Though I must confess of reading the Harry Potter series and watching the movies while only watching the Twilight Saga movies. In my opinion the Harry Potter series showed more character growth than the Twilight Saga. The Harry Potter series contains some lighthearted fun fantasy elements that I found lacking in the more serious Twilight Saga.


Do you carry a book bag? If so, what is it in (besides books…)?

Nope, but I do have a handbag big enough to conceal a small elephant and leave room for my Kindle.


Do you smell your books?

Who doesn’t? Nothing beats the smell of a book when opened for the first time or one with yellowing pages that you have to handle with extreme care.


Books with or without little illustrations?

I’m not overly fond of illustrated books except when it’s children’s fiction.


What book did you love while reading but discovered later it wasn’t quality writing? (Ex. I read Twilight before I read HP and thought the writing was amazing but read HP and now think Twilight is a little bit of a joke.)

None, if I liked a book nothing would change my mind about it. When you love a book, you love the whole of it, including the writing style, the writer’s voice and the story.


Do you have any funny stories involving books from your childhood? Please share!

Being an only child for more than a decade and learning to read before I turned five years old contributed to me landing in hot water several times. I would become so engrossed in the book I was reading that my parents could call me at the top of their voices and I wouldn’t hear. Needless to say, I became very good at thinking up excuses of why I ignored them for fear that they would take my book away.


What is the thinnest book on your shelf?

Practical Wildlife Photography by Daryl Balour


What is the thickest book on your shelf?

The New Illustrated Oxford Dictionary


Do you write as well as read? Do you see yourself in the future as being an author?

Yes, I write erotic romances and sedate romances (in Afrikaans). If you write stories down, you are an author.


When did you get into reading?

As I stated above, I could read before the age of five thanks to the wonderful attention I received from my parents. They always encouraged me to read and expand my horizons as we moved around a lot and that making new friends every couple of months, became too tiresome. Books quickly filled that void in my life.


What is your favorite classic book?

Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain.


In school was your best subject Language Arts/English?

No. I was good at Language Studies, but my best subjects were actually mathematics and science.


If you were given a book as a present that you had read before and hated…what would you do?

Receiving a book as a present is always special to me, because only people that love me for who and what I am, tend to give such presents. Even if I’d hated the book when I’d read it before, I would accept the gift with gratitude. It’s the thought that counts more than the physical gift.


What is a lesser known series that you know of that is similar to Harry Potter or the Hunger Games?

Book One in the Aliomenti Saga by Alex Albrinck

The Aliomenti Saga by Alex Albrinck. These books has the potential to become international bestsellers.


What is a bad habit you always do (besides rambling) while blogging?

I get sidetracked easily while researching material for blogposts and end up spending too much time reading unrelated material.


What is your favorite word?

I love words to much to single out one word. (Probably because I usually can’t find the exact one I’m looking for when I get excited.)


Are you a nerd, dork, or dweeb? Or all of the above?

Definitely a nerd.


Vampires or Fairies? Why?

Fairies. They’re mystical, magical, fun and usually friendly. Do I need to say more?


Shapeshifters or Angels? Why?

Angels. A good angel doing naughty things holds too much appeal to ignore.


Spirits or Werewolves? Why?

Werewolves! Spirits freak me out a bit….


Zombies or Vampires?



Love Triangle or Forbidden Love

Depending on the plot, I like both scenario’s.


AND FINALLY: Full on romance books or action-packed with a few love scenes mixed in?

Action-packed novels with a few (or a lot of) love scenes mixed in are irresistible.


Don’t forget to pop on over to Kathy’s blog to see how she’d answered the questions.

A #FallingintoLove New Release: Stormy by @AuthorTinaGayle











As part of the #FallingintoLove author exchange I’m excited to bring you a brand new release from the talented author Tina Gayle. Stormy released on the 15th of October 2014 and looks like another fantastic read by this author.



Now available on Amazon

Blurb –

A widower, a divorcee, co-workers, lovers…a future together…marriage?
Consoling each other for years over each other’s misfortune, Karen and Daniel turn a friendship into a weekend of unbridled red-hot passion. The heat between them leads to thoughts of a future together. That is…

Until children, an ex-husband, an unexpected heart-attack, a conniving trophy-wife, guilt, and personal choices come between them. Will the heat of their passion let them break from the past and move into the future?

Hot read for mature adults – a second chance at love.




“Daniel, if you’re in the bathroom come out this minute.”

The entrance opened, and he stood in the doorway.

Problem, he wore only a towel.

Awe, shit…she didn’t need to see his bare chest covered in crisp dark hair, the sculptured muscles of his arms and shoulders, developed pecs, and thick thighs.

Damn, how was she supposed to resist such temptation?

Desire added with the anxiety she’d already experienced on her drive here, lit her anger. “Why the hell didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been calling and texting you for the last two hours.”

A confused frown passed over his handsome face. Instead of responding, he stepped to the bedside table. He lifted his cell phone and clicked a few buttons.

Unable to contain her impatience, Karen stalked forward.

He glanced up when she grew closer and showed her the phone. “I don’t understand it. I don’t show receiving any messages or calls. The signals must have gotten lost because of the storm.”

She’d suspected as much. Still, she refused to let him off the hook because he could’ve contacted her before he left town. “You should’ve called me. But no…”

Having endured his inability to communicate for months now, she stabbed her finger through the air at him. “You never call. You always expect me to phone you. Well, I’ve had it.”

The distance closed between them and she stood inches from him. Her fingertip tapped his chest. Static electricity sparked between them and her fist unfolded. She stumbled backward.

“Whoa.” Daniel caught her around the waist with one hand and held her close. His phone landed on the bed before he circled his other arm around her. His strong grip held her steady and didn’t allow her to step away. “You’re right. I guess I’m just use to…”

“Don’t say it. I’ve heard it too many times. Sharon might have resented the interruptions but I’m not her. I’m never in any type of meeting that you could possibly disrupt.” Karen spread her hands over his chest and worked to maintain a smidgen of distance. Nevertheless with him so near, his warmth surrounding her in a seductive cocoon, she had to fight the urge to melt against him.

“Yes, but if I called you whenever I wanted we’d never get off the phone.” The husky tone of his voice pulled her gaze upward.


Author Bio

Tina Gayle grew up a dreamer and loves escaping into a good romantic book.
She is currently working on two different series the Executive Wives’ Club and the Family Tree series both combine elements of women fiction with the passion of romance. Read the 1st chapter of any of her books on her website.


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If you’re interested in participating in the Fallingintolove author exchange have a look at Tina’s blog for the details.

Hip Hop Hippie Blog Hop

Yes, it sounds crazy I know.


With A Hip Hop Hippie To The Hip Hop


I have been tagged by a wonderful writer and person Kathy Bosman in an Author Blog Hop.

Visit her website at


So here are the questions the tagger sent through to me and my answers:


What are you working on now?

I’m working on three project simultaneously and I must say it’s messing with my head. Right now, I’m busy with the first draft of a vampire and witch menage (still untitled), an erotic romance thriller series and an erotic Christmas short story.


Give the beginning on your WIP as an excerpt. (This is FIRST DRAFT quality.)

From the still untitled vampire-menage

The grandfather clock struck once and Ginny Harris jerked her hand away from the brand new deadbolt. In the dim light of the camping lantern, she glared at the offending appliance still sitting skew against the wall while forcing her heart rate to calm. Half past five in the morning was not the time to become skittish about her decision to move to this remote farm in the Kalahari region of South Africa. Leaning her back against the front door, she took stock of the room.

Since the removal truck had arrived just before dark the previous evening, she’d been scrubbing the inside of the dilapidated building in an attempt to make her new home more accommodating. She’d pushed and shoved the furniture around on the wooden flooring, but no matter how hard she’d tried, the place still needed some serious repairs.

Her mother had warned her about buying a property unseen—especially one in a foreign country where crime was reported to be rife and life cheap. Ginny hadn’t cared, she had to get away from the suffocating mumbo-jumbo her parents wanted her to believe. When her grandmother’s inheritance had become available, Ginny searched for an isolated place where neighbours were too far away to pay her surprise visits and where she could be herself without worrying about the stigma of her parents’ lineage colouring people’s judgements.

She pushed away from the door, strode to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of tepid tea from the kettle resting on the Aga. Despite it being summer, the air carried a chill in the early morning hours and she dreaded showering in the cold water, but she was too tired to find the distribution box to connect the electricity and turn on the geyser. Dawn would arrive in less than two hours and she planned to be asleep long before then.

The tea tasted rusty and brackish and she dumped the contents in the sink. After a long nap, she’d see to getting a proper cup of coffee and something to eat. Now, she just wanted to crawl between the cool sheets of her king-sized bed and lose herself in a few hours of oblivion.

Turning on the shower, she listened to the pipes clanging above her. Just how long had this place been deserted? On the way to the farm, she’d passed many abandoned buildings and all of them had been stripped of their roofs, windows and everything inside. How is it then that this building remained intact despite the evidence that nobody had lived here for a number of years?

Ginny dumped her soiled clothes in the laundry basket and stepped under the spray of the water.  Fighting air back into her lungs, she scrubbed the dust and grime from her body and hair. If she wasn’t so tired, she’d enjoy the feeling of finally living on her own more. After towel-drying her hair, she wrapped a bath sheet around her and stuck her feet into a pair of sandals. With nobody around, she didn’t bother to search for her pyjamas.


How is your work different from others?

This is a difficult one, but I hope that I manage to infuse the hot stuff with liberal dosages of humor.


And now I’m tagging 

Inge Saunders, author of  Falling for Mr. Unexpected



Can Emma fall for Mr. Unexpected when she doesn’t believe in Mr. Right or even Mr. Right Now…?

Primary school teacher Emma Cupido compares the notion of “The One,” with believing in the Tooth Fairy. When the school holidays starts, she heads for her brother-in-law`s beach house in Strand, South Africa and stumbles on more than she bargained for.

Hollywood heartthrob, Damian Davidson flees LA thinking his beach house in SA would be a safe hideout from his sex scandal. He’s had his fill of manipulative women and when he mistakes Emma for a crazy fan, all hell breaks loose.

Emma and Damian get off to a rocky start but first impressions can be deceiving. Is there more to Damian than the superficial taint of Hollywood? And what happens when she agrees to a trip to LA? Will Emma become a believer in “The One” or just another Hollywood scandal?



About Inge Saunders:

First time author Inge Saunders fell in love with books when she started reading romance novels with her grandmother. Intrigued by the worlds books unlocked, it was inevitable she would take pen to paper.

At age fourteen she wrote her first novel which wasn`t such a roaring success according to her brother. Not discouraged, she realized something fundamental: as a writer you can only write about what interests you, a principle she still upholds in adulthood.

When she`s not writing about that ‘inexplicable attraction’ she`s reading almost every sub-genre in romance out there, spending time with friends and family and taking hikes in her hometown`s National Karoo Park.

She`s forms part of Romance writers` Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and currently has two books under contract with Decadent Publishing, Falling for Mr. Unexpected (released at the end of September 2014) and Dance of Love ( due later in 2014).


You’ll find Inge here:– don’t forget to pop in and say hi next Monday and see which author she’s tagged.