Claire is a mum to four lively children aged 9-21, this fact still shocks her! She is a huge fan of Cathy Kelly, Adele Parks and Sue Welfare amongst many. So as an avid reader and after boosting her confidence by completing a Psychosocial degree over the past three years, she decided to dig that novel out she once wrote. Now only a month after leaving University she has the paperback version of Twisted Fate on sale and book signings set up. Nervously she is about to take on the world… well offer her books to friendly looking people! In between those events she is spending the summer at home with the children and sneaking off to write more of her new novel.
Twisted Fate – Blurb!
It is 2001 and Natalie Walsh is successful in her career, has great friends and subsequent social agenda. She is not looking for love but serendipity takes a hand and leads her towards Matt Samson, a down-to-earth Farm Manager. Fate however steps in and twists her life into an unrecognisable form. How will she put her life back together or more's the case, does she want her old life back? If she does, is it possible after her course has changed? A heart-warming story of love, loss and acceptance. You will laugh and cry your way through Natalie's trials and tribulations. And at points wish you could just reach into the book and give her a supportive hug.
As she stood in front of the full length oval mirror she smiled at her reflection.
“Perfect,” she exclaimed with a self-satisfied grin, swish-swaying her body from side to side checking every angle.
She picked up her bag and wrap on her way out, deciding to drive the fifty metres, she stepped up into her landrover and lit a cigarette. She was not sure how Mr and Mrs Church would be about smoking so thought she best get one in now. The radio clicked on as she started the engine.
“Caller two you are on the air, so what is your opinion on the Euro?”
Oh, my God, the only channel she had been able to get for the last five miles of her journey was radio Norfolk, she must get some CD’s or find another channel. She switched it off and made her way down the drive at a snail’s pace, her lights on full beam, leant over the steering wheel so as to try and spot every pothole in preparation.
Rogue watched from the shadow of his kennel as Natalie parked opposite him. She stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray before she opened the car door. She spun in her seat so as to be as graceful exiting the 4x4 as possible, yet as she did the wind caught her skirt making her drop her bag out onto the floor as she was busy covering her dignity.
“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath as she stepped down to retrieve it. Luckily the interior light illuminated her mud sodden Gucci bag.
“Bloody hell,” she cursed, once she realised she had joined the bag in the mud and her feet were now covered, her shoes unrecognisable.
Standing up strong she inhaled, calming her escalating mood. She threw her bag into the passenger side footwell. She slammed the door and tried to compose herself, expertly tossing the wrap around her shoulders. She was busy observing her ruined shoes when Rogue emerged from the shadows, he barked just once, barely having fully stood. Natalie screamed.
“You bastard dog,” she shouted in his direction as she trotted towards the door. She could have sworn the dog smirked as he settled himself back down, but it was hard to tell in the darkness.
“Natalie my dear you look stunning. Please come in.” Mrs Church chimed as she opened up the door to the house.
Natalie plastered her work smile on, “Thank you, I’ll just slip my shoes off if that’s ok, they got a bit of mud on them.”