Private Island

Only the invited get to stay. Only the lucky ones get to leave. Catalina Island is an island paradise hiding a sinister secret. Will Katrina become just another one of its victims, and after having lost everything, discover she still has even more to lose? Twists and turns on every page. You will not put this down.

Living The Dream

Four couples live a charmed life behind the security gates of an exclusive development. To everyone else, they have a dream life. Beautiful homes, designer clothes, and more money than sense. Behind closed doors, the story is very different. Who is hiding a secret they would do anything to protect? Betrayal, dishonesty, and lies, who will survive?

The Resort

When three women win a holiday in a Facebook competition, they think it’s by chance. It’s not. Welcome to the resort where nothing is as it seems. Past actions have consequences and Karma is about to strike. Who will survive the week and who won’t leave at all? Romance, deceit, intrigue, and revenge in a luxurious setting. The perfect summer read.

The Summer House Girls

A friendship that took over thirty
years to build and days to destroy

Friendship in my
world equals jealousy, betrayal and deceit.

It took me thirty
years to figure that out.

I never realised
that my enemy could act so well. To make me believe they had my best interests
at heart.

 They only had their own.

 Even now they hope
to disguise their treachery, and just because I haven't said anything doesn't
mean I don't know.

Knowledge is a
powerful weapon to wield against your enemies but when they are also your
friend, it takes a knife to your soul.

 I thought I had
friends. It turns out I was alone all the time.

 A tale of friendship, secrets and lies. Betrayal and broken promises are the ingredients for
the most delicious revenge.

Chapter One

The only warmth in my life right now is the sun beating down on the back of my head as I peer into oblivion. It’s strange what goes through your mind when you’re living your darkest hour.

I don’t even register the fact I’m all alone in the world. The only family I had are now settling into their new home.

‘Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,’ are words I’ve heard thousands of times before, but now they are mocking me. My whole life has turned to dust along with them because now I must cope—alone.

My neighbour, Betty Adams, places a comforting hand on my arm and pats it almost absentmindedly.

I’m grateful for any show of compassion, any company even because now the world is a very frightening place.

My moment has come and as I approach the double burial, I swallow hard and blink behind my oversized glasses as I place two identical white roses in their forever home.

“I love you.”

I whisper to each in turn and, for a moment, just stare into the abyss in every way possible.

The next person adds their own tribute to my parents, and I step away, vowing to return within a few hours to say a more personal goodbye.

I never got that chance because I left before they woke up on that fateful day and when the police came looking for me at college, it was to tell me they were gone. Forever.

Such a final word; so painful to hear. I can’t bear the emotions that hit me like a bat in the face every time I realise that I am never going to see them again.

Death by accident. The coroner says, anyway. Driving to the supermarket and meeting a steep embankment along the way.

“We think they swerved to avoid something on the road and crashed through the barriers.” The policeman said with a look of sympathy as he delivered the devastating news.

Just like that. Two lives ended and one left in grief.

“Come on, love, let’s get you a nice cup of tea, or something stronger if you like.”

Betty is so kind and has been a godsend this past month as I’ve dealt with things an eighteen-year-old girl should never have to do.

“Excuse me.”

We look up and see an extremely glamorous woman standing before us with sympathy flashing from her stunning blue eyes. I don’t think we’ve ever met, but there is something almost familiar about her.

“Excuse me for interrupting, but my name is Madelaine Covington. I was a friend of your parents.”

I’m a bit confused because I don’t remember ever meeting her before and it must show in my expression because she smiles kindly. “We lost touch a few years back, but when I heard of their tragic accident, I had to come and pay my respects.”

“Thank you. They would have appreciated it.”

The words stick in my throat because just thinking of them in the past tense is too painful and I’m surprised when she pulls a business card out of her pocket and says kindly, “Here are my contact details. Once everything settles down, please give me a call. You may be glad of a friend because, from what I know, you have no family to count on right now.”

“That’s very kind of you.” I’m a little surprised because I wasn’t expecting offers of help anytime soon and she reaches out and pats my arm in a show of compassion.

“I would love to help in any way I can. They would have wanted it this way.”

She sighs heavily and looks past me across the graveyard and says almost to herself, “I can’t believe I’ll never see them again. Fate deals a cruel blow to the most undeserving people sometimes.”

She looks back and sighs. “I must be going, but please, stay in touch. I’m here for you, Katrina.”

Before I can even thank her for coming, she walks away and Betty whispers, “She was obviously way ahead of me in the creation queue. Look at that figure and did you notice her skin? Alabaster, they call it. Perfect nails, teeth, hair and she obviously doesn’t shop at the chain stores like the rest of us. I hate her already.” 

Despite myself, I smile as Betty shakes her head, looking so envious I say with a soft, “I like you just the way you are, Betty.”

She smiles and I hate seeing the tears in her eyes as she says sadly, “It’s not right you being all alone. You know I’m always here for you, don’t you love?”

“I know.”

The other mourners file past, neighbours, friends, and people they worked with. Nobody important, not to me, anyway, and as the last one leaves, I turn back to the freshly dug grave and fight back the tears as I crouch beside the open pit. Two coffins, side by side, united in death as they were in life.

“You know Betty…” Her hand on my shoulder is comforting as I say thickly, “I’m really going to miss them.”

“Me too, love, me too.”

My tears fall and join my parents and I’m conscious of the gravedigger waiting to wrap them up warm for the night and so I stand and smile at Betty as bravely as I can and say in a small voice, “I think I’d like that cup of tea now.”

* * *

There is no wake. No gathering to celebrate their lives and reminisce about good times. My parents were so wrapped up in each other, they never wanted anyone else, so at least they both ended their life at the same time. Forever together. I’m glad about that at least.

 It’s just me and Betty, who lives next door with her three cats and many plants. She was married, but her husband left her for a woman at work and she never replaced him, preferring her own company along with her pets, who, in her words, never let me down.

I sit in her bright kitchen nursing a cup of tea and feel a certain sense of relief as I take a moment to think about how different my life is now.

“It was a beautiful service, Katrina. They would have been as proud as punch to see their little girl saying such lovely things about them, especially in grief. You did them proud.”

“Thank you.”

To be honest, I could barely get the words out and faltered so many times the guests for the next funeral were lining up at the door. Luckily, the priest intervened and kindly finished reading my carefully prepared script, while I desperately tried to pull myself together, but I tried at least so I think they would have been proud about that.

“Would you like a hand sorting things out? I’m considered quite good at that, you know.”

“It’s fine. I’m not going to rush into anything. The solicitor is coming around tomorrow to discuss the Will, so I think I’ll wait until then.”

Betty shakes her head and refills my mug with tea, sliding a slice of cherry cake towards me. “You should be ok; I think they paid their mortgage off years ago, and Colin was a shrewd investor. I’m guessing money will be the least of your worries.”

“I hope so because I don’t want to lose the house as well as…”

I falter and take a deep swig of my tea. “Anyway…”

Betty sighs. “Now the funeral is over, you can stop and think for a bit. You have the summer to work things out; maybe take some time to think about what you’re going to do. I mean, you could go anywhere in the world when college finishes. Maybe book a holiday or go and stay with a friend. Get away for a bit and have a change of scene.”

“Sounds good.”

I smile even though it physically hurts to do so. “Thank you, Betty. You’ve been so kind, and I couldn’t have done this without your help.”

She blushes and waves her hand dismissively. “Nonsense, you don’t need to thank me. It was the least I could do.”

As I think about the funeral, the glamorous woman pops into my mind. “You know, Betty, my parents never told me about Madelaine. I wonder how she knew them?”

“I didn’t recognise her. I would have remembered on the spot if I had. She’s certainly memorable, that’s for sure.”

Thinking about the striking friend of my mother’s, I must agree with her. She was definitely stylish and seemed rather kind, and I wonder what happened to create distance between them.

* * *

After saying goodbye to Betty, I take the short walk home and wonder how I can possibly live here alone. The house is large and feels even larger when there’s just me in it. I wonder if I’ll have to sell this too and lose another part of me that means so much.

The future is looking very unclear now and I just hope the solicitor’s visit tomorrow is just a formality because the last thing I want to do is make any more decisions.

The first thing I do is shower and change into something more comfortable and try to distract my attention by catching up with a drama series I’ve been watching.

I only manage an hour because it feels so strange knowing I’m here alone and they won’t be walking through the door anytime soon, telling me to clear up after myself and to put the kettle on.

Switching off the television, I wander aimlessly around the house and find myself in their bedroom. It’s a familiar room but not one I frequented much, but knowing they will never sleep here again causes a sharp pain of resentment to slice through my heart. Why them? Why take the kindest, most amazing people in the world to another one with no warning? I wish it had been me. After all, what’s the point of living without them?

Climbing under their duvet, I hug the pillows and sob my heart out because my parents have died and I’m so afraid.