Friday, January 23, 2015

Blogging my books - Anita Birt

My romance novel, RING AROUND THE MOON. First page

Beth glanced at the clock on the dash as she pulled into the parking space beside Quest Cottage. Midnight.

The drive from Heathrow airport had been hell on wheels. Bumper to bumper traffic on the motorway had delayed her planned arrival  in Cornwall. Achingly tired, she cut the engine, rolled her shoulders to get rid of the crick in her neck and got out of the car.

Bathed in the silvery glow of a full moon, the thatched cottage was fairy-tale beautiful with a trellised front porch laden with summer roses. Faint traces of their scent lingered on the still night air. Flower filled window boxes trailed blooms from the ledges of two windows set deep in the whitewashed walls. Behind he curtains, welcoming light gleamed.

Cool. She wouldn't have to poke around in darkened rooms feeling for switches. She'd make tea and have something to eat before getting her suitcases from the car. The estate agent handling the rental had promised to stock the cottage with food and Beth's longing for a thirst-quenching cup of tea had passed the point of no return.

Patting her stomach she whispered to her baby. "I've got to remember I'm eating for two and I'm starving." Her whispered words drifted into a silence so intense she could hear herself breathe.

Life had stirred for the first time on the flight from the States and Beth hoped the little one didn't feel as jet-lagged, lightheaded and hungry as she did.

Filled with mellow thoughts of thatched cottages the promise of restful days ahead she lifted the latch on the gate.
Rusty hinges squeaked as she pushed through. Key in hand she hurried up the flagstone path to the door.

"Elizabeth is it really you?" A man's questioning voice shattered the silent night.

Buy my book and read my time travel romance. RING AROUND THE MOON. It's a page turner.

Monday, January 5, 2015


TOO YOUNG TO DIE - A mystery/murder/romance all in one book. Here's how the book starts:

"Keep singin' lady." The armed man sitting across from Ellie in the nursery casually pointed his assault rifle at her.

Ellie cuddled the whimpering baby and tried unsuccessfully, to stay cool and remember the words of the old nursery rhyme. "Rock-a-bye baby, on the..." Her voice cracked on the first line.


"Can't sing. Can't breathe. Throat's too dry. Can I get a drink of water from the bathroom?"

He shambled to his feet. "Don't move. I don't hurt ladies and babies."

"Then what the hell are  you doing here?" Ellie shifted Nicki from one arm to the other and gulped air into her oxygen-deprived lungs.

"Don't give me that crap. You're up to  your neck in this, same as the rest." He slung the weapon under his arm. "Sing to the kid while I get you a drink."

"I can't."

"Do it. Keep the kid quiet." He lowered his brows. His eyes sank into the folds of scar tissue. "Sing about the mocking bird, you sang it before."

Ellie cleared her tense throat. "Hush little baby, don't  you cry...that one?"

He nodded and propped his beefy shoulder against the door. "My old lady used to sing it to my little sister."

The gorilla had a human mother. Hard to believe he hadn't come fully formed from the lab of a mad scientist.

That's the first page of TOO YOUNG TO DIE  Buy my book. Ellie has to save the baby. But how?