Keeping up with the Jones

It's amazing... 10 years ago social media was still in its infancy yet today we connect with all manner of devices more powerful than my first computer. But the pace of change recently sends my head spinning.... And as a self-published author this is no time to rest on my laurels. So I have created my first book trailer.... I would love to know what you think?

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The new year is ringing in some new changes and the biggest one is the creation of my new Bibi Paterson Facebook group. I am hoping that this will be a place where all of you can stay up-to-date with the latest competitions, teasers and exclusive behind-the-scenes guff. But most importantly, I hope it will become an interactive place that we can all hang out and have a great time

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Oh, Christmas Tree!

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The last few weeks have been a crazy whirl of everything that is Christmas... the shopping, getting the tree up (and then rearranging all the decorations once DD was in bed!), attending the little one's nativity at school and most importantly, writing about Christmas as I produced my first short story: Santa's Sexy Shorts: Tristan

But really I had been getting in the spirit of Christmas far earlier in the year when I wrote my latest novel, Tied to You. As I sat there contemplating a Christmas for Alex and Olivia, I couldn't help but slip in some of my favourite traditions as well. And I especially loved being able to add a few Aussie eccentricities from the time that I spent Down Under. 

Christmas is, after all, the season for sharing... so read on for Olivia and Alex's Christmas Day...

Extract from Tied to You

I wake on Christmas Day, surprised to see snowflakes falling outside my window. I pull on my thick purple chenille robe and slippers and make my way quietly down to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. I think surprise is written all over my face when I walk in to find Alex flipping pancakes, with bacon sizzling in a pan on the side. “Morning. Happy Christmas,” I say softly.

“Merry Christmas, Liv,” Alex replies, a cheeky grin stretching across his face, reminding me so much of Aussie Alex. He pours me a cup from a pot of tea standing on the side and I take it gratefully, wandering through to the sunroom that extends into the garden to watch the snow. The house is bare of decorations—I hardly felt like it in the wake of my mother’s death–but with the snow falling, it does actually feel a little festive.

“Breakfast is ready,” Alex calls out, and I walk back through, taking a seat at the small kitchen table as Alex lays down a plate piled with pancakes and bacon, my absolute favourite breakfast. He hands me the maple syrup with a knowing smile and I pour it over my stack. Alex joins me and we tuck into our food. For the first time since we left Bali, I feel truly comfortable in his presence. I don’t know what exactly has changed since the night he climbed into my bed and held me as I cried, but Alex seems more relaxed and chilled.

When every last mouthful has been eaten, Alex declares that we need to Skype with his folks. I run upstairs to grab a shower and make myself presentable before making my way back to the living room with my small pile of presents for Alex. I have not actually spoken to Alex’s family since we got back to London, but we have exchanged emails, and Sheila sent me a beautiful card after my mother died. So I am looking forward to catching up and getting a glimpse of how the Davenports celebrate Christmas.

When I enter the living room, I see a decorated tree has magically appeared overnight, along with a large mound of presents. I add my own small pile to the stack and make my way over to Alex, who is busy setting up the laptop to link into the TV. Within moments, I am looking at Sheila and Bruce’s living room, which is carnage; paper is strewn all over the place, and kids are screaming and chasing each other. Sheila laughs, and as I take in the scene of family togetherness, I feel tears forming in my eyes. Everyone joins Sheila on the couch to wish us a merry Christmas, but it is not long before the kids get bored and wander off, so we chat for a few minutes before signing off ourselves.

“Presents!” Alex declares, diving for the tree.

“Hmm, I am guessing you like Christmas then?” I ask with a laugh.

“How can you not love Christmas?” Alex responds, causing me to chuckle. He hands me several boxes before grabbing a few that are obviously for him, the superhero wrapping paper a definite giveaway. “Mum sent these over for us,” he says when I raise my eyebrow questioningly.

I open my packages to find a beautiful silk scarf in a vibrant teal colour, a new purse and a gorgeous long cream cardigan that I admired on our shopping trip all that time ago. My eyes well up at Sheila’s thoughtfulness. Christmas, for the last five years, had been a solitary affair. I would visit my mother in the morning, taking her some gifts, but she never recognised me and I would always leave feeling depressed. The rest of the day would be spent eating pizza and watching crappy TV, avoiding all the sappy feel-good holiday films.

“You okay?” Alex says, bumping his shoulder with mine playfully.

“All good,” I sniff. “Your mum is amazing,” I say. “I can’t believe she sent me these. She is so thoughtful.” I look over at Alex’s pile and laugh when I see a jar of Vegemite, a packet of Tim Tams and a pair of boxers with the Australian flag on them.

“Yeah, thoughtful…”Alex sniggers.

Shyly, I hand Alex the small pile of gifts that I got him. “Sorry, it is not much…” I trail off. I really struggled on what to buy him, especially when Alex probably has the means to buy a third world country. Despite Alex giving me an allowance, which I haven’t actually touched, I made sure I used the money I made from my job with Charles to pay for these.

Alex rips open the paper and pulls out the soft grey cashmere scarf that I found when I was out and about the week before. I had noticed he didn’t seem to have one, so when I came across this one, the exact colour of his eyes, I thought it would suit him. His presents also include an e-reader with a couple of titles that I thought he would like already loaded and a selection of Aussie sweets that I managed to find in one of those random stores that seem to cater to every nationality who might be missing their favourite foods from home.

“I hope that you like them…?” I ask hesitantly.

Alex leans over and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. “They are lovely. Thank you. You really didn’t need to.” I shrug in embarrassment but refrain from saying anything more. “Your turn,” he says, handing me a stack of boxes.

“What on earth, Alex?” I ask, and this time it is Alex shrugging his shoulders. I open my presents slowly, savouring my gifts. A few of the packages are filled with clothes and I am guessing Alex must have got some assistant, or his secretary, to help him out because he has my size spot on and everything coordinates. “Are you fed up with my fab style already?” I joke.

“Nope, just thought that most chicks are into clothes, and you haven’t really been buying anything…” he trails off, looking a little uneasy.

“Thanks, Alex. These are lovely.” The rest of the parcels contain perfume, chocolates, a couple of books and even a voucher for a spa day. The items are really personal yet Alex has got each one spot on, making me wonder if he has been going through my things. I dismiss the thought and lean across to give him a kiss, murmuring a soft ‘Thank you’.

The rest of the day is spent cooking Christmas lunch and then slipping into a food-induced coma in front of the TV as we watch films all afternoon. I must have dozed off at one point as I wake to find my head on a pillow in Alex’s lap, a blanket thrown across my body and his hand resting on my hip. I am so grateful for the return of this version of Alex that I lie there for a while, eyes closed despite being fully awake, savouring the moment. 

Buy links:

Amazon (US)     http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NN50KZE

Amazon (UK)     http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00NN50KZE

iBooks               https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/id925073550

Kobo                  http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/tied-to-you

Nook                  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tied-to-you-bibi-paterson/1120440715

Smashwords     https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/481384

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Book boyfriends…what happens when too many men live in your head

As a writer I sometimes feel a little schizophrenic. I generally have three or four storyline ideas going through my head at any one time so tend to find myself flipping through dialogue and character reactions, even if the stories are completely separate… crazy right?

Well I thought I was doing quite well keeping my lines of separation until I received an email from one of the readers who had kindly agreed to review an early ARC of my new novel, Tied to You. ‘Who is Taylor?’ she asked and, for a moment, I didn't understand what she meant. There is no Taylor in Tied to You, only Alex, and then it clicked… Taylor is the main character in my Thirty Days series and somehow he had crossed over. Cue some furious searching through the novel to find any other instances I may have mentioned him. Thank heavens it was an isolated incident but it did serve a purpose to remind me to be extra vigilant with characters when committing them to paper.

This post was originally published on http://alliwantandmorebooks.wordpress.com on 20 November 2014

Finding inspiration

Alex and Liv from Tied to You popped into my head one night I was falling asleep. I didn’t really have a story in mind but I had been re-watching my Twilight boxset (yeah, I am a sucker for Stephanie Meyer) and that bit where Jacob talks about imprinting (“It's like gravity. Your whole centre shifts. Suddenly, it's not the Earth holding you here. You would do anything, be anything she needs. A friend, a brother, a protector.”) kept going around my head and suddenly I was like ‘I want to explore that’.

At the same time I also had a couple of friends who had become part of the BDSM scene. Complete over-sharers who didn't seem to understand the concept of too much information. So with all this information swirling around my head and this idea of someone being prepared to be whoever the other person needed them to be, Alex slowly started to form in my head. But he needed someone to balance him out; I found myself listening to John Legends’ All of me and suddenly Olivia was there in my head.

Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

As I ran over the chorus again and again (until I am sure my hubby was ready to scream) I realised that I had found the complete premise to build Alex and Olivia’s relationship.

This post was originally published on http://galestanley.blogspot.com on 18 November 2014

Getting lost in translation… the hardest part of writing

There is always a nerve-wracking moment when I sit down at my laptop with blank document open waiting for me to type out the words that have been flitting through my head for days, weeks or even months. I kind of wish I could be one of those writers who sits down and plans it all out and has her characters mapped out before even sitting down but unfortunately it just doesn't seem to work for me.

Instead my stories and characters seem to evolve organically chapter by chapter and this means that sometimes what happens in my head doesn't actually translate onto my screen. A prime example of this was my character Alex in my latest novel, Tied to You. Originally I had planned his character to be quite harsh and domineering, but once I sat down and wrote the first couple of chapters I realised that I wouldn't be able to sustain the level of aggression I had originally planned in relation to Olivia and instead he took on a more chilled out, surfer-boy slash CEO, demeanour.

So while I try to have a rough plot outlined in my head, I find that anything more than that just doesn't work for me. Instead I try to plan scene by scene, thinking them through before committing them to paper, to see where the story takes me. Sometimes it works out just as planned and other times it takes me somewhere completely unexpected…and that is not always a bad thing.

This post was originally published on http://belindasbookshelf.com on 17 November 2014

Smut & the playground: owning up to who you are

My daughter recently started reception at a new school which has not only meant that is she making new friends, but so am I. So you can imagine my nervousness after the first few mornings when I finally got asked the question ‘So what do you do?’. Now don’t get me wrong, I am proud of my writing and my mum beta reads everything so it’s not like I am in the closet or anything. But these are the mums that I am going to see pretty much every morning for the next seven years and I don’t know anything about them. And I already know that I am probably seen as the crazy mum with the bright pink hair.

I briefly considered telling them I am in marketing, which is what my background is in, or that I am a stay-at-home mum, but then I thought, sod-it, if they can’t handle the truth then I guess they will just have to suck it up. So cautiously I told them I am a writer which immediately got them intrigued. ‘What do you write?’ was immediately the next question. When I told them I wrote saucy novels, thinking that is probably PC enough for them, I definitely got a few raised eyebrows. But even more so a few of those secret smiles from people who know exactly what you mean. A couple even went so far as to ask for my pseudonym and title of my new book, Tied to You.

A few weeks later I know a couple have definitely read a couple of my books; nothing has been said explicitly but I have had a couple of smiles and comments here and there so I am guessing  underneath the Joules jackets there are definitely a few kinky chicks out there.

This post was originally published on http://adrianakraft.com/blog on 14 November 2014