The Spell of Summer Blog Tour Stop 4: The Damaged Woman   I always feel like I’m stirring thick cookie dough when I write a damaged woman, and I keep stirring and stirring, and the dough HAS to be perfect, and my arm is really starting to hurt now, but I have to get it right, so I keep going… And that’s the story of the woman, really, isn’t it? We Just. Keep. Going. Certainly if you’re a parent, you’ll know this, because there is no other choice. You don’t stop if you’re ill – you’re kids still need you. (Sorry to use motherhood as an example – it’s just the most obvious one I can think of.) When I read books, I actually don’t like to, and often don’t “become” the characters. Not by intention, but that’s just naturally the way I’ve always read (although I did fancy myself as Jo from Little Women , when I was six J ). I remember I would pick up a book when I was a kid (one of the Famous Five ones, or Sweet Valley High – any book – and I couldn’t wait to get...

Once times thrice, I bind thine heart to mine, to hold, to never part. Scribbled words on parchment found under her mother's bed - they couldn't possibly mean anything, even if her mum is a white witch. But to fifteen-year-old wild child, Meredith Goodwill, they meant the world when she uttered them to Jamie, the fun-loving boy who stole her heart that last summer she spent in Cornwall. Thirteen years later and now a straight-laced accountant in London, the words have been forgotten; the summer a faded memory ... until Meredith stands at the altar on her wedding day, looks the man she's about to give her heart to in the eye, and calls him Jamie. Her wedding is in tatters. To appease her hurt fiancé, and at her mother's insistence, Meredith's new focus is to track Jamie down and reverse whatever she unwittingly did when she spoke those words from her mother's spell. But how will she convince him to believe in 'magic' so he can help her un...