Join Poppy and Cloud on their latest adventure!

Just a quick email from me today with some stop press news: Missing on the Moor, the sixth book in the Riverdale Pony Stories, is OUT NOW!! Missing on the Moor sees Poppy and Cloud about to take part in their first showjumping competition at Claydon Manor - if Poppy can conquer her crippling nerves. When snooty rich girl Georgia Canning disappears halfway through the show, it barely hits Poppy’s radar. Until her beloved donkey Chester also goes missing and she realises something is dreadfully wrong. So begins a chain reaction that will see Poppy face up to her arch enemy – and force her to think on her feet before time runs out for both Chester and Georgia. Can she unravel the clues before i

Exclusive Riverdale news!

Some very exciting news to share with you today! I finally can reveal the title and cover of the sixth Riverdale book - Missing on the Moor. Once again the cover has been designed by my husband, Adrian, who kindly took a break from his own writing (he is the author of the Tom Blake thrillers - writing runs in the family in our house!) to create this eye-catching cover. Here he is, hard at work. Missing on the Moor sees Poppy and Cloud about to take part in their first showjumping competition at Claydon Manor - if Poppy can conquer her crippling nerves. When snooty rich girl Georgia Canning disappears halfway through the show, it barely hits Poppy’s radar. Until her beloved donkey Chester als

The Prince who stole my heart

Last week I said goodbye to a very dear friend. He was every girl’s dream – tall, dark and devastatingly handsome, with Irish roots and a quirky, loveable character. I’d known him for almost three years. We met through a twist of fate. I was looking for someone like him. He was looking for someone like me. He filled a hole in my life I’d forgotten was there, making it brighter, fuller and - occasionally – more terrifying. I remember the first time we met as if it was yesterday. I was nervous. It had been a long time – over ten years – since I’d put myself ‘out there’ and I felt rusty. Awkward. All fingers and thumbs. I needn’t have worried. With a friendly nudge and a nibble of my coat pocke

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