Happy New Year

Thank you for another year of love, friendship,and support.

However you celebrate, I hope 2017 is a very happy, healthy and successful year for you.


From Bonnie Scotland, a Guid New Year.

Desde Madrid, capital de España, Feliz Año Nuevo.

Good luck with the grapes… my family will all be attempting to eat 12 grapes with the chimes from the clock in the Puerta del Sol Madrid


However you celebrate, I wish you a wonderful evening and all the very best for 2017



And the winner is …..

I am delighted to announce the winner of the ebook of Highland Christmas is Sorcha. Many congratulations and please email me to let me know which format you prefer…

A very Happy Christmas to you all from Frangelica Tinselbaubles aka Clair de Lune and Nell Brown


















Clair’s Clan presents an interview with Drustan, hero of Life on the Edge.


In honour of VINVATAR’S re-release of Life on the Edge, here’s an interview with Drustan, the hero of the story.


Clair : Salve Drustan!

Drustan : Salve  Clair! I am glad to meet you.

Clair : Thank you for agreeing to meet me. I know you are a busy man.

Drustan : Yes. I thought I was busy as an auxiliary in the army of Rome but now I realise that the responsibility lay on other shoulders.

Clair : How do you mean?

Drustan : I obeyed orders. That’s all I had to do, that and grumble about my lot in life. So long as I obeyed orders I was fed and clothed and taken care of.

Clair : How has that changed?

Drustan : Now I am head of the family. Taranis is a valuable aide but the sole responsibility is mine. All look to me and every decision I make has consequences for someone.

Clair : This is since you left Cartimandua’s settlement?

Drustan : Yes. I assume that you don’t want me to say how or why?

Clair : Yes indeed. I don’t want to spoil your story by revealing too many details especially the ending.

Drustan : No indeed, that would be a great pity.

Clair : How did you feel when you found out whose son you were?

Drustan : I didn’t believe it at first. I had a mother and my place as an auxiliary in the army of Rome, my future was secure.

Clair : Was that so good a life?

Drustan : The winters on Hadrian’s Wall were long and very severe. It was dark for many hours a day. Duty could be boring as I wasn’t assigned to a mile castle. There were not too many women there.

Clair : But there were brothels provided for the use of the soldiers.

Drustan : Yes but there were many soldiers and often the women were not clean.

Clair : I see.

Drustan : You can see why I was looking for a woman of my own. Not that I was happy when I first saw Elisedd.

Clair : Tell us a little about that.

Drustan : I was obliged to take her as payment of a debt. She was filthy and smelled so very bad. She hated her master and did all she could to make herself obnoxious to him and his friends so she wouldn’t be shared amongst them.

Clair : Very understandable but wasn’t that dangerous? He did own her after all.

Drustan : Yes she was very brave. He tricked her by offering marriage then made her his slave. She never forgave him. That’s why he got rid of her.

Clair : How did you keep in touch with friends in other parts of the empire?

Drustan : Wooden tablets. We used a stylus and ink to write messages on them. For writing notes we used wax tablets, any mistakes or alterations could be easily altered. The wooden tablets were sent in official dispatches and eventually, if the gods were on your side, they would reach their destination. Gifts could be sent too.

Clair : What sort of gifts?

Drustan : Mainly clothing or a new pair of sandals.

Clair : It must have been an exciting day when you received a gift.

Drustan : Indeed it was. The army had many specialists, masons, road builders, bakers and leather workers but if you lived on a remote part of the wall they were thin on the ground.

Clair : Yes I see. What did you eat?

Drustan : We ate a light breakfast, then at midday perhaps bread and cheese or boiled eggs with salad. Dinner was in the late afternoon. We always had a starter followed by some sort of meat or fish depending on where we were. We ate hare, pig, beef, goat, chicken or pigeon. We had nuts or fruit depending on the season. We even had ice-cream very occasionally. We had lettuce served at the end of the meal to aid sleep.

Clair : It seems as if you ate well.

Drustan : Yes we did, especially compared with the rest of the population.

Clair : What did the wall look like?

Drustan : It was built to keep out the Picts and was twelve feet high and eight feet wide. To start with some of it was built with turf but eventually the masons completed the job. There were eighty mile castes and it was a coveted duty. Certainly life was more comfortable in one of them. There were sixty troops posted there and a lot of varied company. They were used to control the locals and allow passage from one side of the wall to the other by those who had need to go north or south.

Clair: Did you enjoy your life?

Drustan : Yes I did. Training and discipline were brutal but if you fought well and obeyed orders you could become a citizen of Rome after twenty-five years’ service.

Clair : So why did you leave?

Drustan : That would be revealing too much of the story. Now, duty calls and I believe I have a council to attend so I must leave you. Salve Clair.

Clair : Slave, Drustan. May the gods be with you. We look forward to reading all your story in “Life on the Edge.”

Highway café blog tour…..



Hello this is Frangelica Tinselbaubles

Christmas 2

At the North Pole I bake shortbread for all the other elves and Santa.


I love the smell of the baking and the happiness of the elves and Santa when they come and taste my shortbread. It’s no secret that Santa loves the millionaire’s variety.


While baking I love to listen to Runrig,


their Gaelic rock band. Their Gaelic lyrics are so moving.



My favourite Christmas drink is a wee dram of Cardhu Special Cask reserve single malt whisky. I love Christmas cake. A rich fruit cake, covered in marzipan and iced.



Serendipity Sparkles is my Secret Santa partner. I will be sending some of Santa’s favourites, delicious millionaire’s shortbread.


Traditional Oatmeal Parkin

But which tradition is it?

My grandparents claimed Yorkshire emphatically, while my Lancashire friends are just as emphatic. Either way I just love it, and because it’s so easy to make, if you haven’t yet tasted parkin I urge you to try it. Its virtue is it keeps well and goes on getting stickier.

We use a pleated silicone liner in the tin, which helps keep the moisture in during storage.



To weigh syrup and treacle, it helps to place the opened tins in a pan of barely simmering water for 5 minutes to make them easier to pour.

Then weigh a saucepan on the scales, and weigh the syrup and treacle into it. Now add the butter and the sugar to the saucepan and place it over a gentle heat until the butter has melted – don’t go away and leave it unattended, because for this you don’t want it to boil.

Meanwhile measure the oatmeal, flour and ginger into a mixing bowl, add a pinch of salt, then gradually stir in the warmed syrup mixture till everything is thoroughly blended. Next add the beaten egg and, lastly, the milk. Now pour the mixture into the prepared tin and bake near the centre shelf of the oven for 1½ hours.

Then cool the parkin in the tin for 30 minutes before turning out. Don’t worry if it sinks slightly in the middle – this is quite normal.

When it’s completely cold, store in an airtight tin.


Pre-heat the oven to 140°C, gas mark 1




“A roller-coaster of a story”

Take one depressed sub and a caring Dom. Transport them to fairy-tale castle in the remote Scottish highlands. Throw in a mix of old friends with new problems and you have a Highland Christmas.

Master Angus Scott plans a surprise for Jane Scott, who is depressed after her operation. At first she is resentful because she is going to miss her family and the usual Christmas celebrations, but she soon discovers that Master knows best, when unexpected guests arrive to cheer her up.

Can Jane forget her own problems and help her friends to solve theirs? Will Master Llewellyn and his friends avert disaster when his children get lost in the woods in a snowstorm? Can Master Prometheus and his pregnant Jenny reach shelter in time?

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My favourite Christmas craft I hope will be the one I am learning with my daughter, my girls and their mum this Christmas.

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Tena Stetler – http://www.tenastetler.com/my-blog/

Barbara Burke – https://barbaraburkeauthor.wordpress.com/

Stacy Holmes – www.writerknapsack.com

M.S. Spencer – http://msspencertalespinner.blogspot.com/

Maureen Bonatch – http://www.maureenbonatch.com/blog/

Nancy Fraser – http://nancyfraser.ca/wordpress/holiday-blog-hop/

Sorchia Dubois – http://www.sorchiadubois.com/

Carol Henry – http://www.carolhenry.org/

Hywela Lyn – www.hywelalyn.blogspot.com

Casi McLean – http://casimclean.com/casis-christmas-…cal-mystery-tour/ ‎

Kayden Claremont. –  https://kaydenclaremont.wordpress.com/

Mariah Lynne – http://mariahlynneauthor.blogspot.com/

Kelly Kalmanson –  http://kkweil.blogspot.com

Clair de Lune – http://www.clairdelunebooks.co.uk/

Linda Carroll-Bradd – http://blog.lindacarroll-bradd.com (participating on Dec 16 only)





The Romance Reviews November Party

Hello and welcome.


My Q&A will appear on Nov 25, from 12:00am EST to 11:59pm EST. If you want to be in with a chance to win my ebook then read the excerpt and answer the question.

You need to register and be logged in at TRR before you can play the game. They need people to register to keep track of their points. Registration is free and easy.

Excerpt ….

“Strome has taken Colonsay.”

“How long ago?” Arielle snapped out the question.

“About half an hour, I think. I was knocked out, and just now came to my senses. His ship has left the dock and the tide has turned,” Jessops said.

“Let’s get these three back to the ship, and then we will go and get Colonsay back. Hurry now,” Meredith said.

“But their ship has sailed and the tide has turned. You won’t be able to set sail until tomorrow morning,” Berneray said, in dismay and puzzlement.

“You’ll see. Now, let’s make haste. She’ll be afraid, and I don’t want her at the mercy of that man a moment longer than necessary,” Arielle said. He set off again at an even faster pace, and they all hurried after him.

“Jessops, please see that Berneray, Vatersay, and Carron are given cabins, good food, and some fresh clothes,” Meredith ordered. “I’m ready when you are, Arielle.”

“Then let’s go now.” Arielle suited his actions to his words and leaped into the air. Meredith took off with him. Huge golden bronze wings propelled him through the air by the side of his life-long friend. Wings beating strongly, he had only one thing on his mind, to get his friend’s mate out of the clutches of that monster as soon as they could. In the years he’d known Colonsay and Oronsay, he’d become increasingly fond of them. He delighted in his friend’s happiness even if it had been always tinged with a little envy. Arielle was happy, and those two mates were essential to that state. Nothing could happen to Colonsay, or Arielle would be inconsolable and Meredith was prepared to do anything to prevent that.

He glanced at the set features of the man flying beside him. He could see that Strome was going to pay for any harm he’d done to Colonsay, and pay dearly. Flying straight and fast, Meredith scanned the horizon. The sky was clear and the moon was full, for which he thanked providence. Arielle shouted and pointed. There was a ship below them. It had crowded on all sails and was making headway before a brisk wind. He made a sign and followed Arielle down. He hoped this was the ship, but he could see no others. He dropped down low, folding his wings and landing silently on the deck in front of the watchman, whose mouth fell open in astonishment. He’d no time to cry out, however, Arielle had landed behind him and dealt him a blow that left him senseless. Meredith caught him and lowered him to the deck, while Arielle grabbed a coiled rope and bound his arms and legs. Meredith lifted him and placed him in the shadows, and then he pointed to the ladder leading below decks. Arielle nodded and padded quietly over to it. He listened for a while, and then he descended into the gloom. Meredith followed close behind.

When Meredith’s eyes had adjusted to the dark, he saw a man leaning against a cabin door as if he was listening to what was being said inside. Arielle approached him on silent feet and dealt him one swift blow, which felled him. Then Meredith heard the scream.


* * * *


Colonsay closed her eyes as Strome left the cabin. She heard the noise as the bolt shot home, and the muted sound of voices outside the door. I can’t sit here and wait to see what happens. I have to do something. She got up from the bunk and looked about her for a weapon. There didn’t seem to be anything she could use. There were candles in sconces attached to the walls, so she decided to try to break off one of them. She pulled on one of the sconces, using all of her weight. Soon, she heard a satisfying “crack” as it came away from the wood. She hefted it in her hand. It was made of some heavy metal. It would do. She might be able to stun Strome and escape. We are at sea. Where will I go if I escape? Arielle will come for me. I know he will. She picked up the candle, which had snuffed out against the rough boards of the floor, and then tossed it onto the bunk out of the way. She sat down beside it and settled to wait. She knew Strome wouldn’t be able to resist coming back to taunt her, but she’d be ready for him.

Sure enough, she didn’t have long to wait before she heard the hated voice. She hurried over to stand by the door. As it opened she raised the heavy metal object and brought it down on his head with as much force as she could muster. Some instinct must have warned him, because at the last minute he turned. The crushing blow to the head, with which she’d intended to incapacitate him, just glanced off his shoulder. She dropped the candleholder and retreated. He followed her until she was pinned against the wall.

“You will regret that,” he growled.

He seized her tender breasts and squeezed her nipples hard. She screamed in agony. Strome laughed.

“That will teach you to attack me, and that’s just a small taste of what’s awaiting you when you produce those babes,” he said.

The door was flung open and hit the wall with a splintering crash. Arielle strode over to Strome, took him by the scruff of the neck, and flung him away from Colonsay. She sobbed her relief and flung herself at her lord. He opened his arms, and then he enfolded her in a fond embrace, closing his wings about them. She breathed in his beloved scent.

“You came for me. I knew you would.”

“I will always be there for you, my little love,” Arielle murmured in her ear. He bent to kiss her, but Meredith’s warning shout stopped him.

“Arielle, look out. Strome has a knife.” Arielle put himself between Colonsay and Strome, who had got to his feet and was holding a wicked looking dagger in his hand. There was a murderous look in his eyes. Colonsay couldn’t contain her scream. Meredith pulled her out of the way as Arielle took up a fighting stance. Strome lunged. Arielle avoided him, but there wasn’t a great deal of room in the crowded cabin.

“This time I mean to put an end to your miserable existence,” Strome said. Colonsay tried to go to him, but Meredith held her tight.

“No, Colonsay. You must stay out of the way. Strome will try to use you to harm Arielle.” He took her toward the cabin door, but she wouldn’t go all the way out. In any case, one of Strome’s men was there watching. Strome feinted and tried to slash at Arielle, but each time the bigger man was quicker on his feet and avoided the wicked point, until he stumbled over a chair and Strome was able to cut his chest. Blood flowed freely. Colonsay writhed in Meredith’s grasp wanting to go to his aid. Strome was jubilant, but he must have relaxed his vigilance. Colonsay watched her lord as he managed to overpower Strome, who fell on the knife in the struggle. Strome didn’t move. There was blood everywhere.


Meredith’s Mates is book 2 of Angel in Hell.

Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/merediths-mates
















Question… to win an ebook of Meredith’s Mates

What does Strome use to attack Arielle?

a. a gun

b. a sword

c. a knife.

d. a chair



And the winner is…..

The winner of the ebook from Mardi Maexwell’s release day party take over is

Nola Patricia…..  Pm me with your choice of format please.

The competition from the BDSM BOOK REVIEWS November party will close at 8:30 m GMT tomorrow, 22nd November, so if you haven’t entered head over to my Clair de Lune author page


Your entry has to be posted THERE….

Best of luck


Re-release of Life on the Edge

Today VINVATAR released my short Life on the Edge with a brilliant new cover.life-on-the-edge

Come and join me


5pm EDT when I will be doing a takeover at


I will be talking about Life on the Edge and Meredith’s Mates

I look forward to chatting with you, and there will be a giveaway of course. What? You’ll need to come to the event to find out.. See you there?