Saturday, 18 November 2017

Diamond Tales for Christmas



On 11th December, I am joining this fabulous Christmas Blog, Diamond Tales, and like all the stories in this Festive Feast, it mentions diamonds! My wonderful character, Doreen Wilkinson, from Sometimes It Happens… tells a heart-warming story about life before winning the lottery, so if you want to know how diamonds feature in this short story than please make a note in your diary for 11th December. I hope you will.

Also if you want to discover more beautiful Diamond Tales, then please check out these wonderful authors…you will not be disappointed.

Follow the Tales…and Discover some Diamonds

3rd December                Richard Tearle Diamonds

4th December    Helen Hollick  When ex-lovers have their uses

5th December     Antoine Vanner  Britannia’s Diamonds

6th December     Nicky Galliers  Diamond Windows

7th December     Denise Barnes  The Lost Diamond

8th December     Elizabeth Jane Corbett A Soul Above Diamonds

9th December     Lucienne Boyce Murder In Silks

10th December   Julia Brannan The Curious Case of the Disappearing Diamond

11th December    Pauline Barclay Sometimes It Happens

12th December    Annie Whitehead   Hearts, Home and a Precious Stone

13th December    Inge H. Borg  Edward, Con Extraordinaire

14th December    J.G. Harlond The Empress Emerald

15th December    Charlene Newcomb Diamonds in the Desert

16th December     Susan Grossey  A Suitable  Gift

17th December     Alison  Morton Three Thousand Years to Saturnalia

18th December      Nancy Jardine   Illicit Familial Diamonds

19th December      Elizabeth St John The Stolen Diamonds

20th December      Barbara Gaskell Denvil Discovering the Diamond

21st December       Anna Belfrage   Diamonds in the Mud

22nd December       Cryssa Bazos    The Diamonds of Sint-Nicholaas

23rd December        Diamonds … In Sound & Song
  

Have a diamond run up to the festive season!
Hugs
Pauline

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Day SIX of our Early Morning Meanderings

Day SIX... Picture perfect grains of sand seen on the beach in Puerto del Carmen

For the next few days I am not going to talk about books, well at least I am going to try not too! Instead I am going to share a picture each day from the many I take each morning during our early morning, before breakfast 7km / 8km, walk.





Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Day FIVE of our Early Morning Meanderings

Day FIVE... Sun bathed mountains

For the next few days I am not going to talk about books, well at least I am going to try not too! Instead I am going to share a picture each day from the many I take each morning during our early morning, before breakfast 7km / 8km, walk.





Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Monday, 13 November 2017

Day FOUR of Our Early Morning Meandering

Day FOUR... It could take your breath away... 

The Wind Toy on the roundabout at Matagorda

For the next few days I am not going to talk about books, well at least I am going to try not too! Instead I am going to share a picture each day from the many I take each morning during our early morning, before breakfast 7km / 8km, walk.






Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Sunday, 12 November 2017

Day THREE of our Early Morning Meanderings

Day THREE... A cut above the rest - A Huge Diamond

For the next few days I am not going to talk about books, well at least I am going to try not too! Instead I am going to share a picture each day from the many I take each morning during our early morning, before breakfast 7km / 8km, walk.






Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Saturday, 11 November 2017

Day TWO of our Early Morning Meanders

Day TWO... Sunrise

For the next few days I am not going to talk about books, well at least I am going to try not too! Instead I am going to share a picture each day from the many I take each morning during our early morning, before breakfast 7km / 8km walk.






Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Friday, 10 November 2017

Day ONE of our Early Morning Meanders...

For the next few days I am not going to talk about books, well at least I am going to try not too! Instead I am going to share a picture each day from the many I take each morning during our early morning, before breakfast 7km / 8km walk.

To kick start our meander down the road, today’s pic is a selfie of the three of us at the turning point of our 7km.





Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

A Reader's Word on Satchfield Hall



Yes, I am smiling. Today I received an email from a lovely reader about her thoughts on Satchfield Hall and I just had to share them with you …

“As with all of Ms.Barclay’s books, I like the pace. Her writing has a particular rhythm; it keeps you hooked, but doesn’t speed you through the scenes. This excellent pace gives the reader time to absorb, sympathize, and become enmeshed with the characters.

It is obvious that Ms.Barclay deeply understands the dilemma & emotions of her characters. She covers all aspects of their personalities, and one cannot help but feel closely connected with them.

I also enjoyed “watching” each character grow into wisdom & confidence, friendship & trust. Truly a wonderful story!”




Satchfield Hall is available in Kindle and paperback from ALL Amazon sites.


Here are links to… Amazon co uk & Amazon com


Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Pure Emotion Pure Drama

I wanted to share with you the new posters I have been busy designing and producing












Wednesday, 20 September 2017

And the Winner is...

Following my post on 2nd September, I can reveal Chill’s 1st Anniversary Prize Draw winner...  


Surviving the Fatherland by Annette Oppenlander




Surviving the Fatherland will be added to Chill's Award Programme for consideration for a Chill with a Book Readers’ Award.

About the Award Programme…

Each book in the programme is read by an equal number of readers.
Each reader evaluates every book they read against a five point criteria

Were the characters strong and engaging?
Was the book well written?
Did the story / plot have you turning the page to find out what happened next?
Was the ending satisfying?
Would you recommend to someone who reads this kind of story?

The collective results determine if a book receives a Chill Readers’ Award.

To learn more about Chill Awards click HERE

A huge thank you to all authors who entered their title in the Prize Draw.




Wednesday, 13 September 2017

A Passion to Read



As you know when not writing and promoting my own six books, I am busy running Chill with a Book Awards.

The interest in the Awards never ceases to amaze me with submissions coming in on a daily basis from all genres: Romance, Sagas, Thrillers, Murder Mystery, Contemporary Fiction, Historical and much more.

If you love reading we would love you at Chill to read some of our great reads.

Chill Readers read for free as Kindle copies are purchased for them.

Chill readers do not write reviews instead they evaluate each book they read for the Chill AWARD against a five point check list

Were the characters strong and engaging?
Was the book well written?
Did the story / plot have you turning the page to find out what happened next?
Was the ending satisfying?
Would you recommend to someone who reads this kind of book?

Each book in the Award Programme has an equal number of readers and it is the overall evaluations that determines if a book receives a Readers' Award.

Click HERE to go to Chill's web site to see the books that have already received a Chill with a Book Readers' Award.

Have I tempted you to come and join us? If so please email me, Pauline for more details.

Looking forward to talking books with you.

Have a fabulous day and I hope the sun is shinning on your face and in your heart.

Hugs


Pauline

x

Monday, 11 September 2017

Five Star Read - The Wendy House

“This book is Brilliantly Written, leaving you wanting to keep reading but not wanting it to end.”

 
“This fictional story brought out some very strong feelings as I turned the pages.”

“Heart breaking read but brilliantly written.”

“Be prepared to get engrossed, to be taken into a story which will awaken quite a few emotions for this is a very emotional book about a very emotional subject.”

  



The Wendy House


Chapter One


‘Mum can I have a word?’ Nicola asked, in a voice that hinted she’d had more to drink than was decent. She approached her mother with a half empty glass of white wine clutched in her hand and a sardonic smile twisting her lips as she glared at the person her mother was talking to. She watched as her mother turned from the man in the wheelchair and as their eyes met, Barbara Knight frowned. Nicola could almost taste her mother’s disdain as she took in the brightness of her mother’s eyes and flushed cheeks.
‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’ Barbara hissed, as she moved closer to Nicola and reached out to grab at the glass. Nicola pulled her hand away, slopping a few drops of the contents onto the gold-patterned carpet. ‘Today of all days, can’t you behave?’ Barbara took hold of Nicola’s elbow and with unnecessary haste, guided her out of the room and into the large hall where they could be alone.
‘I am behaving and that’s why I’d like a word with you. Today of all days is perfect.’
Barbara bit down on her lower lip. ‘Why do you always have to do this, Nicola? Do you not have a sensitive bone in your body? We’ve just cremated your father, the man who loved us. He made our lives what they are today and we’re never going to be the same without him.’ Tears pooled in Barbara’s eyes and she dabbed at them with a tissue.
Nicola took in her mother’s grief and felt her resolve weaken. The moment of courage she had struggled to find, slowly evaporated. What she needed to say had waited for so long, it could wait a while longer. She loved her mother, but they were permanently at odds with each other, neither able to hold onto the closeness they once had. Nicola wrestled with all the emotions that flooded her, each jostling for pole position. Right now she just wanted to run; run until she was far enough away from everything and everyone. The urge to disappear had been with her for so long that it was like a second skin, but as much as the desire to leave it all behind shadowed her, she knew she could never leave her children; they were all she had. Knowing the moment was now lost, she moved forward and wrapped her arms around her mother. Her wine glass tilted precariously down her mother’s back as she looked into her mother’s face and saw a reflection of her own pain. ‘I didn’t mean to upset you, but …’ she said, her voice brimming with emotion as she left the rest of the sentence unsaid, finishing it under her breath. ‘I really do need to talk to you... there’s so much you need to know.’
‘Darling, I know,’ Barbara said. ‘We will all miss him. I don’t know how I’m going to get through without him.’ Barbara gazed into Nicola’s eyes and with her damp tissue, wiped at her daughter’s face. Seeing the glass of wine still clutched in her hand, she added, ‘Please don’t drink anymore, it will only add to your sadness. I know what you’re like with drink inside you.’
Nicola bristled at her mother’s insinuation, the moment of closeness evaporating, hugs and words forgotten at her mother’s need to criticise. ‘Are you saying I’m a lush?’
‘Good God, I’m not going to walk on egg shells today, Nicola. There are family and friends in the room next door, here to pay their last respects to a man who was a pillar of strength and offered genuine friendship in this community; a man that everyone trusted.’ Barbara pulled her hand away. She ran it across her forehead, adding, ‘Today is not about you!’
It never is, Nicola thought and took a large gulp of her wine.
‘I’m going to ask you again to behave. I’ve ignored the outfit you’ve turned up in, but I will not put up with your outbursts today. Now, please go and wash your face and make sure everyone is fine, including your children.’
The anger that lived in Nicola’s heart was bursting to spill out. She took a deep breath and was about to ask what, exactly, was wrong with her outfit when, from the corner of her eye, she spied him in his wheelchair, entering the hall.
‘Barbara, are you all right?’ The concern in Bob Wakefield’s voice was evident in every syllable.
Nicola didn’t miss the piercing look he shot her, but for the first time she saw fear in his eyes and it made her feel euphoric. She glugged down the rest of her wine and watched him over the top of her glass.
‘Yes, thank you. I just needed to hug my daughter,’ Barbara replied, casting a warning sign to Nicola that clearly meant, don’t push me any further.
‘I understand,’ Bob said. He pressed the lever on his right armrest and swivelled the wheelchair out of the hall.
Barbara placed a firm hand on her daughter’s shoulder. ‘I’m going back to join the others and I suggest you do the same.’
‘He’s the one who should have been cremated today,’ Nicola said, her stare taking in the space Bob had left.
Turning sharply, an exasperated sigh escaped Barbara’s lips and a mixture of shock and sadness filled her face. ‘Nicola, why are you angry with everyone and everything? At twenty-seven you should not only have grown up, but you should show some respect!’ As if exasperated, Barbara thrust her arms in the air in a gesture of defeat, and strode down the hall, calling over her shoulder, ‘I can’t take anymore of you today.’
Nicola hadn’t meant for the conversation to go this way, it wasn’t how she had planned it. She peered down into her empty glass. She was angry, very angry, and she wanted someone to know why. She had almost told her mother and hopefully one day she would find the courage to go through with it. Why should she have to hold in all this pain and knowledge? She wished her father was still here because she would have liked to have seen his face when she did eventually speak.
Nothing had prepared her for his death, but unlike the rest of the so-called friends here today, she was not crying. She wanted to, but knowing it had been because of her father, she couldn’t.
In an act of defiance she had carefully chosen her outfit for today: a black and pink suit, white blouse and matching two tone shoes, black for respect and the pink to remind him. She had known her mother would be livid at her garish outfit and that, amongst many more reasons, was why she had worn it. The colour would always remind her of that day years before and she wanted it to be a reminder again today. She would never know if her father knew, but she knew he did, and here he was as if nothing had ever happened. She couldn’t even think his name, let alone say it; for her he could only ever be “him”.
‘Hey Nic, what are you doing on your own? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.’
Startled, Nicola looked up from a button she had started to fiddle with and a broad smile lit up her face as her eyes met Tony’s. ‘I just needed a minute on my own,’ she said.
Apart from her children, Tony was the best thing that had ever happened to her. He had made her feel normal and clean, as if she was someone different; someone special. He knew all her flaws, every single dirty one, and yet he still loved her and wanted her in his life, never questioning all she had told him, only listening and helping. It was because of Tony that she now knew it was time to try and talk to her mother; he was certain it would help her. Maybe if she had another drink she could forge a path to start the conversation she should have attempted years earlier.
Fingering the stem of her empty glass, she was painfully aware that she was drinking too much, but what she had to say needed a strength she could not find anywhere else. No matter how much she drank, though, it would never deliver the pain relief she longed for, but she needed to try.



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