Alison Chaffin Higson's Blog
May 12, 2013
Background behind Rose
The story for Rose started during the summer of 2012, when I wanted to develop a story, which I could dedicate to my father-in-law, who past away in May of 2009, from Cancer.He absolutely loved to fish, so yes, he is Thomas James the loveable eighty year old man in my book Rose, who befriends Mack's nephew, Lucas.
My father-in-law probably never so much as picked up a romance novel, but would be chuffed to bits to have one dedicated to him.
The name Rose and especially Rose Cottage is the name of a cottage I used to stay in as a little girl in Cornwall, during our families summer vacation. My sister and I had some great fun there.
I love time-travel books, but didn't exactly want to write one, at least right now. That's how the idea about Mack finding a diary appeared, and it was only as I started the first chapter, when the rest of the story appeared.
The response from my BETA readers has been amazing.
"This is soooooooo good." NW
"One of the best books I've ever read." KG
And yes, they all have shed a tear or two, but in a good way (I hope).
Rose, will hopefully be available at all online book stores, 9th June 2013.
February 28, 2013
Coming May 2013
Rose CottageMackenzie (Mack) Harper is a twenty-four year old school teacher who moves to Rose Cottage in Cape Elizabeth for the summer. She arrives with her six year old nephew, Lucas, who’s staying with her for a few weeks ¬while his parents are in Europe.
Placing storage boxes on top of the kitchen cabinets, Mack finds a diary, opening it to the first page it reads, ‘This is the diary of a Rose, dated March 4th, 1947’. Settling down to read this diary, Mack discovers a love story between Rose and a man named Jacob Evans.
Realizing that Jacob is still alive and around eighty-eight years old, Mack tries to contact him to tell him Rose’s story. She leaves a message with Jacob’s housekeeper and hopes that he returns her call.
While talking to her sister on the phone she watches a, denim and leather clad, guy dismount his Harley and move in next door. Unbeknown to Mack, he’s Jacob’s thirty-two year old grandson, Dean, who has come to Cape Elizabeth to find out why she wants to talk to his grandfather about a diary and to make sure she isn’t after his grandfather’s money.
Within an hour of actually meeting, Dean has his hands on her legs, although due to spilled coffee, he discovers he can’t stop touching her. Dean was only too glad to escape to Cape Elizabeth, away from his mother, who wants him to be married to Cynthia, her friend’s daughter, who he has no interest in.
Together Mack and Dean try to unravel the mystery of what actually happened to Rose in 1947.
Thomas Degan the owner of Rose Cottage is a loveable eighty year old man who befriends Lucas, taking him fishing and spends time with him reading ‘Our Gang’ Comics.
All these characters come together in a story of loss, love and friendship.
Placing storage boxes on top of the kitchen cabinets, Mack finds a diary, opening it to the first page it reads, ‘This is the diary of a Rose, dated March 4th, 1947’. Settling down to read this diary, Mack discovers a love story between Rose and a man named Jacob Evans.
Realizing that Jacob is still alive and around eighty-eight years old, Mack tries to contact him to tell him Rose’s story. She leaves a message with Jacob’s housekeeper and hopes that he returns her call.
While talking to her sister on the phone she watches a, denim and leather clad, guy dismount his Harley and move in next door. Unbeknown to Mack, he’s Jacob’s thirty-two year old grandson, Dean, who has come to Cape Elizabeth to find out why she wants to talk to his grandfather about a diary and to make sure she isn’t after his grandfather’s money.
Within an hour of actually meeting, Dean has his hands on her legs, although due to spilled coffee, he discovers he can’t stop touching her. Dean was only too glad to escape to Cape Elizabeth, away from his mother, who wants him to be married to Cynthia, her friend’s daughter, who he has no interest in.
Together Mack and Dean try to unravel the mystery of what actually happened to Rose in 1947.
Thomas Degan the owner of Rose Cottage is a loveable eighty year old man who befriends Lucas, taking him fishing and spends time with him reading ‘Our Gang’ Comics.
All these characters come together in a story of loss, love and friendship.
Coming March 2013
Rose CottageMackenzie (Mack) Harper is a twenty-four year old school teacher who moves to Rose Cottage in Cape Elizabeth for the summer. She arrives with her six year old nephew, Lucas, who’s staying with her for a few weeks ¬while his parents are in Europe.
Placing storage boxes on top of the kitchen cabinets, Mack finds a diary, opening it to the first page it reads, ‘This is the diary of a Rose, dated March 4th, 1947’. Settling down to read this diary, Mack discovers a love story between Rose and a man named Jacob Evans.
Realizing that Jacob is still alive and around eighty-eight years old, Mack tries to contact him to tell him Rose’s story. She leaves a message with Jacob’s housekeeper and hopes that he returns her call.
While talking to her sister on the phone she watches a, denim and leather clad, guy dismount his Harley and move in next door. Unbeknown to Mack, he’s Jacob’s thirty-two year old grandson, Dean, who has come to Cape Elizabeth to find out why she wants to talk to his grandfather about a diary and to make sure she isn’t after his grandfather’s money.
Within an hour of actually meeting, Dean has his hands on her legs, although due to spilled coffee, he discovers he can’t stop touching her. Dean was only too glad to escape to Cape Elizabeth, away from his mother, who wants him to be married to Cynthia, her friend’s daughter, who he has no interest in.
Together Mack and Dean try to unravel the mystery of what actually happened to Rose in 1947.
Thomas Degan the owner of Rose Cottage is a loveable eighty year old man who befriends Lucas, taking him fishing and spends time with him reading ‘Our Gang’ Comics.
All these characters come together in a story of loss, love and friendship.
Placing storage boxes on top of the kitchen cabinets, Mack finds a diary, opening it to the first page it reads, ‘This is the diary of a Rose, dated March 4th, 1947’. Settling down to read this diary, Mack discovers a love story between Rose and a man named Jacob Evans.
Realizing that Jacob is still alive and around eighty-eight years old, Mack tries to contact him to tell him Rose’s story. She leaves a message with Jacob’s housekeeper and hopes that he returns her call.
While talking to her sister on the phone she watches a, denim and leather clad, guy dismount his Harley and move in next door. Unbeknown to Mack, he’s Jacob’s thirty-two year old grandson, Dean, who has come to Cape Elizabeth to find out why she wants to talk to his grandfather about a diary and to make sure she isn’t after his grandfather’s money.
Within an hour of actually meeting, Dean has his hands on her legs, although due to spilled coffee, he discovers he can’t stop touching her. Dean was only too glad to escape to Cape Elizabeth, away from his mother, who wants him to be married to Cynthia, her friend’s daughter, who he has no interest in.
Together Mack and Dean try to unravel the mystery of what actually happened to Rose in 1947.
Thomas Degan the owner of Rose Cottage is a loveable eighty year old man who befriends Lucas, taking him fishing and spends time with him reading ‘Our Gang’ Comics.
All these characters come together in a story of loss, love and friendship.
February 7, 2013
Teaser From This Moment
WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT ~~ Cade ~~ Hearing Rona’s voice I come quickly to my senses, opening my eyes to a vision in red.
Struck dumb, I admire her very long legs, sporting ‘dangerous shoes’ and the shortest dress I’ve ever seen. She’s obviously not wearing a bra, because I can see her nipples outlined in silk.
Standing up I move towards her. She’s smiling. “Do you like?”
“Oh, yes! Can’t you tell?” I ask as I smooth my hand over my erection.
Licking her lips, she watches my hand. I just hope I don’t lose it before I get my sweats off. She looks sexy as hell and her mind is obviously set on seduction.
Moving slightly away from the table, she turns slowly, showing me her very naked back and her very shapely butt through the clingy silk. Holy hell; she keeps moving, flashing the top of her butt. God, I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder!
She faces me again, with a sexy smile on her face. “I think you should know if you don’t already, that I only have this dress and shoes on!”
It took a minute for my befuddled brain to register the fact – she’s not wearing any underwear.
At this point I just lose it. Taking the couple of remaining steps to Rona, I put my hands on each side of her neck and fuse our lips together. “You look amazing.” I laugh. “Hell, you nearly have me coming in my pants, without even touching you.”
She grins at me. “Someone put a fantasy into my head that involved a table.” I groan. My hands move slowly down from her neck, heading south to her quivering breasts. Filling both my hands with them, I seal my mouth to hers.
Moving my mouth to replace my hands on her breasts, I suck them through the dress. She pants trying to get closer to me. “Cade, oh god, that feels wonderful.”
Coming back to her lips, I lift her up on to the table.
Opening her legs, I kneel between getting one hell of a view – straight up her dress to the bare jewel beneath. Forcing myself to look away, I take each shoe off slowly, kissing her foot and ankle in turn. “Don’t want to cause an accident.” Going back down to her ankle, I slowly kiss up her leg, reaching the hem of her dress, I go back to her other ankle and start the process again.
Standing up, I give her a quick kiss, pulling her to the edge of the table. My cock rubs between her legs, against her sex. Leaning over her, I untie her dress, letting it slide down her torso. Gently pushing her to lie back on the table, I kiss my way down her body. Licking and sucking on each of her breasts in turn, I move down to her navel. Wrapping her legs around my waist she rubs herself against me. Heck, what is it about this woman that has me on the edge of orgasm every time I touch her?
Moving out of her hold, I quickly take my sweats and t-shirt off. I toss them somewhere on the floor and kneel back between her legs, placing each of her legs over my shoulders. I move in close to her sex and slowly breathe her in. Smoothing my hands over the tops of her thighs, I slide her dress further up to her hips to place a kiss on her mound.
Kissing my way towards her other lips, I put one finger between her legs; she’s really wet and weeping for me. I can’t resist. Removing my finger I put my mouth on her, holding on to her hips to keep her still. I use my tongue to kiss and lick her along her inner lips to her outer labia and then draw them into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. Rona moans. I look up at her while flicking, licking and sucking her clit with my mouth; she’s rubbing and squeezing her breasts. “God, don’t stop.” She cries out.
Hell, watching her, I’m about to come myself. My cock is hard as steel and really wants to play.
Moving towards her sex, I insert my tongue. Her breathing becomes ragged. Moving my tongue to her clit, I put two fingers inside her. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I flick my tongue over and around it, which seems to drive her wild. Moving my fingers in and out of her, faster and faster – within seconds she’s shouting my name as her orgasm hits. Moving my mouth back to her sex to taste her orgasm, I ease her back down to earth gently with my tongue.
Standing on shaky legs with my balls throbbing and my penis leaking, I help her up off the table. Turning her around, she lies face down on the table. Stretching her arms out, she grabs hold of the other side, opening her legs.
Christ, standing behind her stroking her buttocks has me gripping her hips; I’m so aroused. She turns her head to look back at me. “Fuck me Cade.” I slam inside her, to the hilt. Practically lying on top of her, I start placing kisses on her neck and shoulders. Rona’s groaning and trying to move her hips, but I have her pinned down; she can’t move. Trying to slow my pending orgasm, I still inside her, which gets difficult when she starts squeezing my shaft with her sex. “Stop moving.” I manage to choke out. Taking deep breaths, I stand back up, moving my hands from her hips slowly to her breasts, caressing her nipples, I start moving inside her again. She feels so hot and tight I’m not sure I can stop. God, she’s starting to squeeze me again. Feeling my balls start to tingle, I move one hand from her breast and start playing with her clit. Shouting my name over and over, she comes around me at the same time, I explode inside her. “Cade…. it isn’t stopping.” Her sex continues to squeeze my cock. The pleasure is so intense; I can’t stop grinding against her.
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January 22, 2013
Another book to my Editor
Last night I finished my edits on Rose Cottage. Rose Cottage is a wonderful story about love in 1947 and the present day.
Book Blurb is:
McKenzie (Mack) Harper, a 24 year old school teacher, moves to Rose Cottage in Cape Elizabeth for the summer. She arrives with her six year old nephew, Lucas, who’s staying with her for a few weeks while his parents are in Europe.
Placing storage boxes on top of the kitchen units, Mack finds a diary, opening it to the first page it reads, ‘This is the diary of a Rose dated March 4th, 1947’. Settling down to read this diary, she discovers a love story between Rose and a man named Jacob Evans.
Realizing that Jacob is still alive and around eighty eight years old Mack tries to contact him to tell him Rose’s story and ends up falling for his grandson, Dean Evans, a 32 year old graphic novelist.
Thomas Degan the owner of Rose Cottage is a loveable 80 year old man who befriends Lucas, taking him fishing and spends time with him reading ‘Our Gang’ Comics.
All these characters come together in a story of loss, love and friendship.
On Monday this book will be going to my editor and I hope to have it published by the end of February 2013 - Yeah!!!
My first blog!
My sister told me yesterday after checking my website out that I needed a blog!! My reply was one of horror - OMG, what do I do with a blog? She replied - anything you want.
So for my first blog I decided to tell you a bit about myself.
I was born in Bolton, Lancashire within the United Kingdom, where I lived up until 3 years ago when I moved to Ireland with my husband, 4 kids and pack of animals. I can tell you it isn't pleasant traveling in a car with 5 cats in cat boxes in the back. Getting back into the car after the ferry journey to Ireland was the most unpleasant thing we had to do on moving day!!
We are now settled in a pleasant town called Virginia in County Cavan. The kids love their schools (once they get there!) and the little one loves her play-school where she goes with her imaginary friend, Katie.
I started to write From This Moment, Book 1 in the Jackson Hole Series during the school holidays in 2012. It actually surprised me that I could work out how to start the book which was a spare of the moment thing. I’ve tried to write over the years but nothing has appeared, until now.My kindle is loaded with too many books to mention and I absolutely love to read when I have the chance.
I’m going to sign off for now and leave you with a couple more photographs which my eldest daughter took in Deer Park.
