Month: August 2020

BAIT 3D. (2012) A DISASTER-SLASH-SHARK ATTACK MOVIE REVIEWED BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

BAIT 3D. (2012) DIRECTED BY KIMBLE RENDALL. STARRING SHARNI VINSON, JULIAN MCMAHON, LINCOLN LEWIS AND XAVIER SAMUEL.

REVIEW BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

I really enjoyed this shark-filled disaster movie, even though some reviews proclaim it to be a bit on the lame side. I loved the premise, that of an ordinary Australian supermarket rendered suddenly underwater when a giant tsunami strikes without warning. Well, for the humans in the film, it might have been without warning, but the dogs and the birds knew the score all right, God bless their sixth sense…!

So, anyway, the tsunami strikes the supermarket (well, it strikes the Australian coast, really, but the supermarket’s the only place that concerns us), and it’s a very discerning natural disaster, too. Why do I say this?

Well, because it strikes at the exact moment that a robbery is taking place in the store (it foils the robbery, naturally, as it’s hard to keep your gun trained on the store manager while you’re being washed away by a giant wave), and it only kills the extras in the film and leaves all the attractive lead characters alive and well. Now, that’s what I call a smart tsunami, lol.

The survivors have to climb up onto the supermarket shelves in order to get out of the water. It’s only when a security guard trying to find a way out gets dragged underwater and unexpectedly eaten (well, you’d never really be expecting that, would you, nom, nom, nom) that the survivors realise that a twelve-foot great white shark has been washed into the store by the tsunami, along with all the other bits of random flotsam and jetsam.

There are some survivors left outside in the drowned car-park as well, and, just so they don’t feel in any way left out, there’s a great white shark out there too with them, trying to pick ’em off one by one and make a nice square meal out of ’em.

The movie then revolves around the survivors’ attempts to flee the underwater supermarket without attracting the attention of the sharks, for whom the dinner bell has been well and truly rung.

The film is kind of like THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE, but with added sharks. Now that really would have put the willies up Gene Hackman, Shelley Winters, Grandpa Joe, Nancy Drew & Co., wouldn’t it?

One of the most interesting points about the film for me, apart, of course, from the sharks, was the fact that loads of its good-looking cast members used to be in Antipodean soap opera HOME & AWAY, for years and years my absolute favourite daytime soap. Remember Tom and Pippa in the old caravan park? Donald Fisher the school principal? Chris Hemsworth as the shirtless Kim Hyde? Sure ya do!

Julian McMahon, who plays the robber (but not by choice!) Doyle in BAIT 3D, was Carly’s squeeze Ben in HOME & AWAY. Sharni Vinson, the lead girl in BAIT 3D, was Cassie Turner for years in the popular soap, playing a damaged young girl who’d been affected by sexual abuse by an uncle and domestic violence by a partner, both good meaty storylines. Her last big storyline before she left the soap for good saw her pregnant and infected with HIV.

Lincoln Lewis who, as Kyle in BAIT 3D, has some great comic moments out in the flooded car-park with his fashion victim girlfriend Heather and her little pocket dog Bully, played goody-two-shoes Geoff Campbell, nicknamed ‘Bible Boy’ by HOME & AWAY bad boy Aden Jeffries, in the show for a few years.

He might have been a Bible-thumper, but they still made him take his top off in the show and display the ridiculously perfect abdominal muscles all the young male actors in the soap were contractually obliged to possess.

Remember the way they’d show Geoff, Aden and Chris Hemsworth as Kim Hyde fresh out of the shower, a low-slung towel around the hips and the rock-hard six packs literally rippling for Australia? Phwoar. Remind me again why I was daft enough to stop watching HOME & AWAY? It had all the best abs of anywhere in the whole world, bar none.

Oh yes. I remember now. When I started writing in earnest in 2009, I lost touch with the soap, but I still remember it with fondness, and I love the way its actors and actresses keep turning up in different films. I also always preferred HOME & AWAY to NEIGHBOURS. I just could never get into NEIGHBOURS, for some reason.

Anyway, I think BAIT 3D is a better film than the critics give it credit for. I mean, it’s got great shark action and the sets are genuinely terrific; everything’s underwater and looks real and credible.

It’s kind of like THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE meets DEEP BLUE SEA and, as I love both these films, that’s actually a big compliment. It’s a disaster movie-shark attack crossover, and it gets my thumbs-up.

Have fun with it. And, if ever your dog tells you a tsunami’s coming (trust me; he’ll know!), don’t, whatever you do, go straight to the big supermarket in the precinct. Stay local, grab your tins of Pedigree Chum, then get the hell home…

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.

Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, poet, short story writer and film and book blogger. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, women’s fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra’s books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B015GDE5RO

Her debut romantic fiction novel, ‘THIRTEEN STOPS,’ is out now from Poolbeg Books.

What Are Your Anxiety Dreams Telling You? — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

Originally posted on Nicholas C. Rossis: As you may recall, much of my writing inspiration comes from my dreams and I have often written about dreams in my blog. I recently came across an interesting article on Casper about so-called “quarantine dreams” or “coronavirus dreams.” These are anxiety-ridden dreams that can leave you feeling confused…

What Are Your Anxiety Dreams Telling You? — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

10 Things Not To Say To Someone With A Notebook Obsession 📚📚📚 — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

Originally posted on Lucy Mitchell : Following on from my tweet yesterday about asking for someone to start a notebook therapy group I have decided to do a notebook based post which I hope some of you might relate to. Here are 10 things NOT to say to someone with a notebook obsession. These things will…

10 Things Not To Say To Someone With A Notebook Obsession 📚📚📚 — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

PSYCHO. (1998) THE RE-MAKE REVIEWED BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

PSYCHO: THE RE-MAKE. (1998) BASED ON THE BOOK BY ROBERT BLOCH AND THE 1960 FILM BY ALFRED HITCHCOCK.

DIRECTED BY GUS VAN SANT. SCREENPLAY BY JOSEPH STEFANO. MUSIC BY BERNARD HERRMANN, DANNY ELFMAN AND STEVE BARTEK.

STARRING ANNE HECHE, VINCE VAUGHN, VIGGO MORTENSEN, JULIANNE MOORE, RITA WILSON AND WILLIAM H. MACY.

REVIEW BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

I wasn’t expecting to like this more or less scene-for-scene re-make of Alfred Hitchcock’s magnificent, disturbing and ground-breaking horror picture of 1960, but as it turned out, I really enjoyed it. While still acknowledging, naturally, that it isn’t and never could be as good as the original masterpiece which inspired it. Now that we’ve got that little disclaimer out of the way, lol, we can get down to appreciating PSYCHO: THE RE-MAKE for what it is; a film in its own right.

Anne Heche, an actress who co-starred in genuinely the worst film I’ve ever seen in my life, CATFIGHT with Sandra Oh in 2016, is actually pretty good as Marion Crane, the woman who steals $400,000 dollars from her boss with the intention of starting a new life with her currently impoverished hardware store owner boyfriend, Sam Loomis.

She plays Marion as a sweeter, softer person than the Marion played by Janet Leigh in 1960. That Janet was a bit cold, a bit self-righteous, a bit judgemental. Marion in the re-make is just softer all round, a bit less sure of herself, maybe even (Heresy! Heresy!) a bit more likeable.

Vince Vaughn, the beefcake actor whom you’re probably more used to seeing in throwaway comedies such as OLD SCHOOL, DODGEBALL: A TRUE UNDERDOG STORY, WEDDING CRASHERS and FRED CLAUS, is surprisingly good as Norman Bates, the sexually deviant and mentally deranged motel owner who takes a murderous shine to Marion Crane as she flees from her old life.

He’s got the sweetie-guzzling thing going on, he defends his abusive mother to the hilt and won’t hear of having her put away ‘someplace,’ and he’s no match for the clever questioning of William H. Macy as the private dick with the greatest name ever dreamed up by a writer, Milton Arbogast.

The character of Milton Arbogast here is just perfect, although he reminds me of no-one so much as Lyle Lanley, the character from THE SIMPSONS who brings the ill-fated Monorail to Springfield.

‘I’ll show you my idea. I give you the Springfield Monorail! I’ve sold monorails to Brockway, Ogdenville, and North Haverbrook, and, by gum, it put them on the map! Well, sir, there’s nothin’ on Earth like a genuine bona-fide electrified six-car monorail!’ He’s even got the hat-flipping down to a T, and his death (come on, it’s a sixty year old film, if you haven’t seen it by now, it’s not my fault, lol!) is very well done, and reverently reminiscent of the way Hitchcock did it in 1960.

I love that the film, even though it’s set in 1998, still manages to keep the worst excesses of the modern world and modern technology at bay for the viewer. No-one’s yakking away on a cellphone, for one thing, for which I was immensely grateful. The colours are the lovely pink and blue pastels of a softer, gentler era and the clothes everyone’s wearing all have such a retro ‘Sixties vibe that we could actually be in that era and not modern times.

The only harsh, jarring note here is, sadly, Julianne Moore as Lila Crane, Marion’s sister who comes to Fairvale to look for her after she hops it with the money. I say ‘sadly’ because I do really like Julianne Moore as an actress. However, here she plays Lila all wrong.

She plays her too tough, too militant, too shouty, too raving feminist. She plays her like she plays FBI Agent Clarice Starling in HANNIBAL in 2001, like she’s a cop on a drugs raid and she’s taking no bullshit from her suspects.

She strides into a place as if she should be pointing a gun into it ahead of herself, and even her clothes are wrong. They’re too bloody moderns, as Mr. Khan says in EAST IS EAST (1999).

Lila Crane is not a ball-breaking FBI agent. She’s a woman who would look and dress and speak similarly to her missing sister. Julianne Moore’s Lila Crane looks like she should be wearing combats, rolling across a floor pointing a gun and screaming ‘Freeze, motherfuckers!’ at a den of Colombian druglords. It’s the one false note in a film that otherwise succeeds quite well in creating a world that blurs the lines between the ‘Sixties of Hitchcock’s film and modern times.

I loved the highway-cop-with-the-sunglasses bit. He’s almost identical to the cop from the original film. Mumbly Viggo Mortensen as Marion’s lover, Sam Loomis, doesn’t contribute much besides a gratuitous butt-shot, and Old Mother Bates was never a blonde bombshell, but other than that and the Julianne Moore thing, and the fact that the famous shower scene was possibly less impactful, I’ve no complaints about the film, lol. It received mostly negative reviews, but I enjoyed watching it, so there. Give it a whirl if you haven’t already seen it. You might enjoy it.

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.

Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, poet, short story writer and film and book blogger. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, women’s fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra’s books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B015GDE5RO

Her debut romantic fiction novel, ‘THIRTEEN STOPS,’ is out now from Poolbeg Books.

A Few Thoughts On: Celebrating Success as a Writer — Katie Hale

Imagine. Your best friend has just published their eighth novel. It’s nominated for the Man Booker Prize, which they’ve won before. They’re also an award-winning poet with two Forward Prize-winning poems, and a T S Eliot Prize-winning collection. They get flown all over the world and put up in 5* hotels so they can speak […]

A Few Thoughts On: Celebrating Success as a Writer — Katie Hale

BAND OF GOLD. (1995-1997) A GRITTY, SEXY TV SERIES REVIEWED BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

BAND OF GOLD. 1995-1997. CREATED AND WRITTEN BY KAY MELLOR. PRODUCED BY GRANADA TELEVISION.

STARRING GERALDINE JAMES, CATHY TYSON, BARBARA DIXON, SAMANTHA MORTON, RACHEL DAVIES, LENA HEADEY, FIONA ALLEN, TONY DOYLE, DAVID SCHOFIELD, RAY STEVENSON AND RICHARD MOORE.

REVIEW BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

I absolutely love this drama series about a group of sex workers who live and work in Bradford’s red-light district. They work a particular patch known as ‘the Lane,’ or, more correctly, they work ‘on t’ lane,’ if you can do the accent, and God help you if you’re a young ‘un who tries to ‘work t’ lane’ without the permission of Rose, an older prostitute who’s in charge of t’ lane, see?

Rose, brilliantly played by Geraldine James, is the original tart with a heart. She’s had a hard life, has poor Rose, but she still manages to be kind and compassionate towards her fellow sex workers. She makes numerous attempts to better herself and ‘get off t’ lane’ by going to college, starting up a cleaning company with her mates on t’ lane and taking a job as a local outreach worker, with varying results.

The biggest tragedy of Rose’s life is that she gave away her baby twenty-odd years ago, and she’s never stopped wanting that baby back. She goes in search of her child, who’s now a young woman, and when she finds her is gobsmacked to find that the apple, in this case, hasn’t fallen very far from the tree. Will Rose dare to make herself known to the emotionally damaged and dangerous S&M specialist her little girl has grown up to be…?

Gobby Carol, played by Cathy Tyson, is a terrific character. She works t’lane so that her beloved daughter Emma doesn’t have to go without, and she’s had to learn to be as hard as nails to survive as a black single mum sex worker in Bradford, not a particularly rich city to begin with.

Her illicit affair with DCI Newall, the copper in charge of investigating the murder of Carol’s hooker friend Gina, is a bit sick and twisted. I like the guy, but does he actually give a genuine toss about Carol or is he only sleeping with her because he has a self-confessed thing for sex with black women? It’s hard to tell. (Gina’s mum Joyce and abusive ex-husband Steve have sex together after Gina’s death, by the way, they’re such a lovely pair!)

Carol’s other admirer is sausage-maker ‘Curly,’ terrifically played by Richard Moore who was Jarvis Skelton in EMMERDALE from 2000-2005. Curly has a stocking fetish, and pays Carol a generous sum of money to simply ‘walk’ for him, up and down and round t’ living-room wi’ stockings and high heels on. Well, it beats walking up and down t’ bloody lane in all weathers, I suppose…!

Anita Braithwaite, played by Scottish chanteuse Barbara Dickson, is an hilarious character. Talk about loose lips sink ships. She’s the biggest gossip going. For God’s sake don’t tell her your secrets, because she’s got a gob on her like the Mersey tunnel, that one. You just ask Rose or Carol.

Anita’s the mistress of rich but dodgy (is there any other kind?) married businessman George Ferguson (Irish actor Tony Doyle, sadly deceased since 2000), who treats her shabbily, and she lets the prozzies from t’ lane use her flat for indoor sex with their punters. It’s safer than going off in a car with a total stranger, innit?

That was the modus operandi of Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper, who, only a decade-and-a-half earlier, had been terrorising both prostitutes and non-prostitutes for real in the Leeds-Bradford area. He cruised the area in his car looking for victims and was interviewed several times by police and cleared, before eventually being properly nabbed in 1981.

When poor little prostitute Tracy, the saddest of all the sex workers, gets bashed on the head by an unknown assailant and left for dead in a patch of waste-ground, there won’t be many viewers who won’t immediately think of Peter Sutcliffe and his reign of terror from the mid-Seventies to 1981.

Peter Sutcliffe is not mentioned in the script, as far as I know, but he casts a shadow over it nonetheless. I wonder if he was allowed to watch BAND OF GOLD in t’ nick, and if he was sexually excited by it. Ted Bundy got a thrill from examining crime scene/victim photos, after all. Shudder. What a slimy thought.

Superbly played by Samantha Morton, Tracy, as I said, is the saddest of all the hookers who work t’ lane. She’s only fifteen, and she ran away from her luxurious home because she couldn’t take her father’s sexual abuse any longer. On drugs and taken advantage of by every man who buys her services, she doesn’t even seem to care what happens to her.

Carol and Rose have gumption and a bit of get-up-and-go in them. They want to better themselves and they’re trying to do it, even if their efforts sometimes go tits-up. But Tracy is a tragic figure. She’d rather someone physically hurt her, just so that she can feel something and know she’s alive. And look who she goes to looking for love! Someone as damaged and emotionally fragile as herself, but dangerous with it…

The first two series of BAND OF GOLD are top-notch. The third series, or spin-off if you like, GOLD, is as batty and incomprehensible as the last days of BROOKSIDE. I do really like the transsexual prostitute Sherrie, who’s only working t’ lane to save up the money for her final sex-change operation.

When Sherrie is brutally raped by a man in very high places, the show deftly details the difficulties inherent in charging a rich white older man with the rape of a young black transsexual prostitute. I mean, who are the cops gonna believe? Exactly. Nicely handled, BAND OF GOLD.

Popular actress Sue Cleaver, better known as Eileen Grimshaw from CORONATION STREET, has a small recurring role in the series as the barmaid in the boozer where all the girls and pimps from t’ lane gather for a bevvy. In 2000, she coincidentally plays a copper in the mini-series THIS IS PERSONAL: THE HUNT FOR THE YORKSHIRE RIPPER. There’s that Yorkshire Ripper connection we were talking about earlier again…

By the way, check out Carol in that dreadful multi-coloured Versace outfit that no doubt costs a small fortune. You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, right? Common is as common does, lol. Or maybe it would be more apt to say that you can take the girl out of the estate…

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.

Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, poet, short story writer and film and book blogger. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, women’s fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra’s books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:

http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B015GDE5RO

Her debut romantic fiction novel, ‘THIRTEEN STOPS,’ is out now from Poolbeg Books.

HOW KATE BUSH HELPS ME WRITE: BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

HOW KATE BUSH HELPS ME WRITE.

BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

Kate Bush is probably used to having people tell her how much her wonderful music has meant to them over the years, and still means to them today. I’m still going to add my two penn’orth to the mountain of praise, accolades, thanks and admiration, however, for what it’s worth, and Kate can smile graciously and benignly, as I’m sure she always does, and add it to the pile in the mental box-room where she probably keeps these things, lol.

I’ve been self-publishing on Kindle Direct Publishing for years now (KDP is the greatest thing to ever happen in the world of publishing, bar none), but my first traditionally published romantic fiction novel, THIRTEEN STOPS, is out now. The story of the fictional people who use the Luas line in Dublin from the Stephen’s Green stop to Sandyford and back again, it was written during the autumn of 2018 with Kate Bush on in the background the whole time.

I wrote the sequel, THIRTEEN STOPS LATER, in the winter/spring of 2019, with Kate’s album 50 WORDS FOR SNOW pretty much on repeat every single day I was writing. The sheer beauty of songs like MISTY (sex with a snowman, anyone?), SNOWED IN AT WHEELER STREET with Elton John and the titular 50 WORDS FOR SNOW literally helped me to fly through the writing. This was the easiest book in the trilogy to write, and at least some of the credit must go to the gorgeous and sensual Ms. Bush, the most beautiful woman in the world and the only gal I would ever turn gay for.

Her album, THE KICK INSIDE, with songs on it like MOVING, THE SAXOPHONE SONG and THEM HEAVY PEOPLE, literally makes me forget what I’m doing when I hear them. Ditto, LIONHEART and the sexy, swirly, twirly, whirly masterpiece she christened AERIAL.

The track HELLO EARTH from the album HOUNDS OF LOVE contains the haunting choral music from Werner Herzog’s fabulous vampire film, NOSFERATU, possibly the only film gothic enough and worthy enough of being mentioned in the same breath as Kate Bush.

This is my favourite film of all time, and, the fact that Kate (can I call you Kate, Kate?) clearly loves it too makes her even more of a soulmate. This album is so wild, so spiritual, so powerfully elemental, you can’t listen to it without imagine Kate rising heroically, triumphantly, from the waves, waves which are crashing against the rocks like the end of the world is coming, or Poseidon is having a really bad hair day.

I’ve just finished writing the third book in the THIRTEEN STOPS trilogy, THIRTEEN STOPS EARLIER, a prequel to the events that take place in the first book. I mixed and matched all my Kate albums whilst penning it.

One day I’d be listening to THE DREAMING, with songs on it like the magnificent NIGHT OF THE SWALLOW, PULLING OUT THE PIN and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. (This last was especially apt during the Great Coronavirus Lockdown of 2020, which was when I wrote the third book. Kate’s inspirational music was especially needed and welcome during this time, as all my usual sources of inspiration, such as going for long walks in the fresh air, were temporarily closed off to me during this time, what with the whole ‘STAY HOME, STAY SAFE AND PROTECT EACH OTHER’ thing.)

Anyway, another day I’d be playing THE OTHER SIDES, a boxset with four albums on it, one of which is among my favourites of all of her works, IN OTHERS’ WORDS. She sings MNA NA hEIREANN and MY LAGAN LOVE on this album as if she were as Irish as a fight outside a Dublin boozer on a Saturday night over the relative merits of Jack Charlton versus Mick McCarthy. She has a Celtic soul, that girl.

She does some beautiful covers of popular pop songs here as well: Marvin Gaye’s SEXUAL HEALING and her pal Elton John’s ROCKET MAN and GOODBYE NORMA JEAN. Her cover of Donovan’s THE REEDY RIVER is so hauntingly atmospheric and other-worldly that it actually gives my teenage son the creeps.

He’s autistic, but he recognised straightaway that this isn’t just a song, or a cover, it’s an eerie trip back in time, so far back that you end up entering through a mist-wreathed portal in to Irish mythology, where the bewitched Children of Lir are still, in a parallel universe, living out their nine hundred years on an enchanted lake as swans. If the portal disappears, you’re stuck there forever…

The song MOMENTS OF PLEASURE from the album THE RED SHOES has always struck me as being particularly meaningful, beautiful and sad, but when I discovered during the Lockdown that it’s factually based, on some people who were very dear to Kate who’d sadly passed away, I went to pieces altogether and bawled my eyes out watching the video repeatedly on YouTube while I was meant to be writing. There’s nothing like a good cry for making you feel better, sure there’s not?

I’m now facing into a few long, hard months of editing THIRTEEN STOPS EARLIER and THIRTEEN STOPS LATER. I may sometimes put on a bit of Leonard Cohen or Steve Harley and Cockney Rebel (I have eclectic tastes, okay?), but I always return faithfully to Kate Bush, the artist who, in 1978, at aged nineteen, gave us the immortal legend of a song that is WUTHERING HEIGHTS, a song that effortlessly conjures up the wild, windswept moors of Emily Bronte’s fabulous gothic novel. Kindred spirits, they are, those two!

Kate’s a woman with an immense talent, a talent so rare that it’s found only in a chosen few. (Naturally, I’m one of this elite company of peeps myself, lol.) I’ll have her with me when I do my editing and, when I eventually go on to a new writing project, she’ll be there too, inspiring me, encouraging me, keeping me going or even just keeping me company, during those long lonely mornings of writing when I’m so tired I just want to go back to bed, or so dispirited and downhearted about it all that it feels like I’m the only person who’d give a flying eff if I just jacked the whole thing in and never wrote another word. Thanks, Kate, for the memories, and the many moments of pleasure your magical songs have brought me. I wouldn’t have missed out on the chance to love them for the world.

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.

Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, poet, short story writer and film and book blogger. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, women’s fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra’s books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B015GDE5RO

Her debut romantic fiction novel, ‘THIRTEEN STOPS,’ is out now from Poolbeg Books.