Last night I went to the annual summer party of the Romantic Novelists’ Association. As always, what a brilliant evening – and this time I actually managed to see a lot of author friends. Usually I am sitting on the train home, wondering how we all missed each other. I had a hair-raising taxi journey there (long story). The driver was a real character, determined he should be the lead in my next book he called Rhythm and Blues Ray 
Published on May 18, 2017 23:26