A Day to Remember

Months after ending a long-term relationship, Bryony Murphy still lets it control her. She’s scared to let anyone else in, just in case her ex, Tara, comes back to torment her again.

It isn’t easy to keep her heart to herself around beautiful journalist Georgia Bing, who works with Bryony on the TV show Crooked Cowboys. Georgia makes Bryony want to forget everything else and enjoy simply her.

After a one-night stand with Bryony, Georgia wants more with the lovely researcher. She knows Bryony’s hurting, but she also knows of Bryony's past. Georgia is willing to go slow at first, but soon the sexual tension becomes too much to bear and she just has to make Bryony her own.

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Katharine has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She wrote her first novel when she was 15. In her A-levels, she spent lessons preparing dialogue for scenes. Then she studied Creative Writing and Film and TV Studies at Derby University, graduating in 2010.

For a few years, Katharine worked in the community as a care support worker before becoming a stay-at-home parent. In 2015, she made the leap into becoming a freelance ghost writer of romantic fiction. Since then, Katharine has written over 300 short stories, novellas and novels for various clients.

In June 2018, her first novella, A Day to Remember, was published. Katharine lives in Derby with her fiance, a mental health nurse, and their two children.

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Describe your books in 3 words?

Steamy, warm and fresh

If you could be any character from one of your books who would it be?

I’d have to be Georgia, one of the main characters. I based her on a British TV presenter I have a bit of a thing for. She’s got his sense of humour and his sharp retorts. Georgia is a confident woman I would love to be.

What is your greatest fear about being an author/publishing your book(s)?

I think it would have to be nobody buying it. There will be plenty of people who say they’ll buy it, but they don’t. The realization that I’m about to become a published author is amazing, but the doubts start creeping in along with the anticipation.

Would the 10 year-old version of yourself kick your butt or praise you for what you've accomplished in life?

I would like the think the 10-year-old version of me would be amazed with what I’ve achieved. Becoming an author at any age is remarkable, but as of today I have two books published with one to be out in February and the potential of a fourth. The 10-year-old me would more than likely be standing there with her mouth open.

What do you do when you finish your book and turn it in to the editor?

Get myself a big takeaway. Maybe a KFC bucket or a Chinese. When I finish a book and send it off and it’s earlier in the evening, I’m still living on the euphoria that I’ve managed to complete a book, so that stops me from doing anything the rest of the evening. So, I gorge myself on junk food.

What is your favorite Genre and why?

It would have to be romance, leaning towards romantic suspense. I’m a fan of Karen Rose and I love her books. They are about 500 pages and I can’t put it down once I start reading. Which will result in staying up until 2/3am until I’ve finished it. Not a good idea when I have kids!

What is one thing that would surprise us to know about you?

I don’t know if it would class as surprising but I’m not the first writer in the family. Two of my Canadian cousins, Ken Stofer and Valerie Green, have had books published and Valerie’s starting to lean more into fiction. My cousin Kate Green, Valerie’s daughter, is a film and TV producer and has written scripts in the past.

Was there an Author who inspired you to write?

Not really, more like a multitude of authors. There was a serial called Sexton Blake, a private detective in London. It had been around much longer than Sherlock Holmes, even before Holmes, running up into the 1960s. My granddad collected a lot of them, which Mum inherited and I found in a box when I was 11. I was intrigued by the many writers who were able to come up with different ideas for stories, keep with the times and still have me guessing until almost the last page to know who the killer is.

How did you come up with the characters in your books?

Georgia was based on British TV presenter Matt Allwright. The book itself is inspired by a segment of his show Rogue Traders, which was about wedding dresses being below par. I wanted her to be the one who could pick up the pieces and mend a broken, distrustful heart.

Do you prefer to write alone or do you like to collaborate with other authors?

I prefer writing alone. It’s a lot easier.

Everyone uses computers, tablets, phones and no one uses handwritten form or typewriters, what do you prefer to use?

I have a laptop, pink and supposedly with a touchscreen. I have to have an old mouse of my dad’s plugged in because the touchscreen doesn’t often work and the mousepad barely works at all. But even with the freezing and the issues I have, it’s lightweight and I can take it around with me if needed.

Is there a ritual you do everything before you begin your book?

I don’t really have a ritual, except maybe organize my timetable three or four times before I start. The plot writing is easy enough, but going beyond that is an even bigger step.

Fast Fairy Questions

Apple or Windows? Windows

Dog or Cat? Cat

Pepsi or Coke? Pepsi

Facebook or Twitter? Facebook

Summer or Winter? Summer

Fairies or Angels? Angels

Dark or Light Fae? Light Fae

Vampires or Werewolves? Vampires

Amazon or Barnes and Noble? Amazon

Funny or Serious? Serious

Print or E-book? E-book

Eyes or Smile? Eyes

Dream spot to visit? Cannes




Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

“Oh, hello, Georgia. Fancy meeting you here.”

“How much have you had to drink?”

“I don’t know. I’ve lost count.” Bryony downed the rest of her glass, slamming the glass down on the countertop. “But I’m going to keep drinking until I don’t remember my own name.”

Georgia was not having that. She caught the barman’s eye and signalled him over.

“Get me a strong coffee. And don’t serve anymore alcohol for this one.” She indicated Bryony. “She’s had enough.”

The barman nodded and moved away. Bryony scowled.

“Why are you spoiling my fun?” She grumbled.

“This is hardly fun.” Grabbing the woman’s arm, Georgia helped her off the stool and led her towards the booth. “You and I are going to sit down and talk.”

Bryony tried to pull away but Georgia wouldn’t let go. She wasn’t about to let Bryony bolt. Nudging Bryony into the booth, Georgia sat beside her, effectively crowding Bryony against the wall. Bryony grumbled and glared at her but Georgia didn’t react. They sat in silence until the barman brought the coffee, giving them both curious looks before leaving. Georgia nudged the coffee cup towards Bryony.

“I thought you could handle this assignment, Bryony.”

“I can.” Bryony protested. “This has nothing to do with it.”

“I think it does. We had cameras watching you, remember? Joyce also told me about your reaction. Now tell me drinking yourself into a stupor when you’re supposed to be in the office is nothing to do with your breakdown earlier.”

Bryony glared at her. Her pupils were wide, almost swallowing the color of her eyes.

“Save your journalism for your job, Georgia, not for analysing me.”

Georgia pushed the coffee towards her and leant forward, placing her hand on the back of Bryony’s neck. Bryony didn’t shake her off. If anything, her breathing seemed to get faster.

“Bryony, we’re all worried about you. I’m worried about you.” That much was true. “Please, just talk to me.”

It was all she could do not to pull Bryony into her arms. Georgia wasn’t one to do public displays of affection but she was tempted with this woman.

Bryony looked like she wanted to run. But she slumped, leaning into Georgia until her head rested on Georgia’s shoulder. Georgia didn’t say anything, simply leaning back to settle against the booth, her arm going around Bryony’s shoulders. Bryony let out a shuddering sigh.

“Tara and I were together since I was eighteen and she was twenty. We would’ve been together fifteen years this week. And for the first twelve years, it was amazing. Tara was amazing. But then she changed. She got into a car accident and was diagnosed with bipolar. Tara had to go on pain medication and meds to control her bipolar. Her mother, Krista, found out and accused me of making Tara into an addict.” Bryony sniffed and reached for her coffee. She lifted her head enough to take a sip and placed the cup back down, snuggling against Georgia again. “She’s always hate me, Krista has. She decided to mess about with the meds and eventually stole them, telling Tara she didn’t need to take them. Tara didn’t do anything; she had started developing psychotic delusions and believe Krista that I was the one at fault. So she started lashing out at me.”

Georgia had suspected something like that. She had been there at Tara’s trial and sentencing while Bryony had been in hospital but because Tara had pleaded guilty early on, she hadn’t heard everything. Just hearing all this made the anger bubble up.

“Did you call the police?”

“You know I did.” Bryony sniffed. “And you know what happened at Thanksgiving.”

Georgia did know. She had come into the office early and had found Bryony unconscious. She looked as though she had been hit by a car and was bleeding from the neck. Georgia had called for an ambulance and got the whole story. Tara had tried to come to the hospital but Georgia and a few of their co-workers had blocked her way. Tara had screamed at them and tried to attack Georgia but security had dragged her out.

Georgia wasn’t about to forget that day in a hurry.