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The ARRA awards

The finalists in the Australian Romance Readers Awards (ARRA)  have been announced and I’m delighted to report that  Marry In Haste, the first book in my “marriage of convenience” series, has been listed in the following categories: 

* Favourite Historical Romance
 

*  Favourite Continuing Romance Series (The  “marriage of convenience” series) 

*  Strongest Heroine from a romance published in 2017 (Emm in Marry In Haste)

and Favourite Couple from a romance published in 2017 (Cal and Emm).

As well I’ve been listed in the Favourite Australian Romance Author category.

 

The full list of finalists is here

Thank you to ARRA and all the members who nominated my book. I’m thrilled to bits.

Congratulations to all the other finalists. I’m looking forward to catching up with everyone at the Awards dinner in May.
(The pic on the left shows my ARRA awards from last year, taken by my friend, Keri Arthur, who also was a winner that night.)

Ruined!

My publisher made this fun little game for me, and a lot of people on FaceBook loved it, so I thought I’d post it here as well. Apparently I was caught kissing an actor at a house party — I know! Shocking isn’t it! But which actor? I’m not saying!
What mischief did you get up to?

Baby Possum Rescue

Someone knocked on my door tonight to tell me there was a baby possum on the footpath in front of my house. I went outside and found a tiny baby ringtail possum crawling along the ground. I don’t know whether he’d fallen out of a tree, or off his mother’s back, but there he was, alone and vulnerable. There was no sign of the mother.

But there are plenty of cats and dogs in my street, and if I’d left this poor little mite there, one would have got him. So I scooped him up.  He was tiny, furry and very cute and looked so bewildered, poor little soul. He was just big enough to sit in the palm of my hand, with a long curly tail hanging down.

I wrapped him in a microfibre cleaning cloth and tucked him against my chest. He scrabbled himself up out of the cloth, just enough for his face to poke out. He put his little face against my skin and went to sleep.  And of course, I was instantly in love.


I looked for signs of the mother until it got too dark to see, then I phoned a wildlife rescue vet clinic, and made arrangements to take him in. I took a couple of photos but I was more worried about frightening or distressing him than taking a good photo, and besides, each time I put him down, he tried to climb back onto my hand. So my photos are pretty blurry. But the one below is someone else’s photo of a very similar looking baby ringtail.

 
I was sad to hand him over, but he needs specialist care, and I know they’ll take good care of my little furry baby. I’m also feeling sad for the mother —if she’s alive — not knowing where her baby is.  Life for wild creatures is tough.