One Little White Lie CoverWell, it’s release day. Not just for my first novella, One Little White Lie but for Random House Australia’s new digital first line, Random Romance. There’s a great line up of author’s including Janette Paul, Kate Belle and fellow rural romance author, Alissa Callen. Was very excited to see that on launch day, One Little White Lie was number 1 on itunes. Thank you to all my readers for your enthusiasm. I really hope you enjoy this little comedy. For those of you still wondering whether to head on over and buy a copy. Now is definitely the time. All Random Romances are currently on sale. My novella is only $1.99 for the next few weeks. Bargain! Don’t miss out.

For more information go to Random Romance

One Little White Lie Blurb
What do you do when your best friend is the serial match maker from Hell?

Single girl Kate Dreson knows that her friend, Lisa, is not going to leave her alone unless she tells her that she is happily dating someone. Who knew that one little white lie could so blatantly backfire?

The imaginary boyfriend she described to her friend so lovingly suddenly walks into her life and starts making himself comfortable in it.

Trapped by her lie, poor Kate is powerless to stop him. But the real question is, does she really want to…


Studio Virgin Loses her Innocence

RadioI’ve done a lot of radio interviews to promote my books. But all of them have been over the phone. So there was no need to dust the cobwebs off something decent in my wardrobe, put on any make up or even leave the house. I just pretended to be glamorous because no one could see me. But today, I was actually invited down to the Nova (93.7 FM) studio in Perth, Subiaco. Boy, was I excited… and just a little nervous. The interview was to be pre-recorded and aired in Melbourne on Nova’s sister station Smooth FM. They were going to film it too for a podcast on Smooth FM’s website, so I had to look my best. A taxi (courtesy of Random House) dropped me off this morning in Subiaco around 10am.

Reception was very slick. One wall was lined with what looked like a giant switch board full of dials and flashing lights.  I couldn’t see any speakers but 93.7 FM pumped away in the background as I crossed the plush carpet. A very good looking receptionist asked me to wait on the white leather couches for awhile so I was at liberty to watch the parade of Nova staff as they bustled about. All young female, twenty somethings with legs to die for clothed in these fitted little dresses and four inch heels. That’s when I knew the floral print blouse I was wearing was probably a mistake.

Anyway, even though I looked like somebody’s mum, they all made me feel very welcome. I was soon guided, starry eyed, to the sound proof room. Here, I was shown a very high red stool, a large microphone and head phones.  I found it funny that, Katherine, the lady who was interviewing me was in Melbourne and despite being in the studio, I still wasn’t actually going to see the person I was talking to. Instead, I was looking down the barrel of a camera lens being pointed at me by a camera man who was standing beside the sound guy on the other side of the bench. All very intimidating for a girl in flat shoes whose feet could no longer touch the floor.

So there I am perched on this stool like a scared little bird, when suddenly the dulcet tones of Katherine Holland sounds in my headset. “Don’t worry, Loretta. You’ll be just fine. Can we just do a sound check first?”

“Er… yeah, no worries.” I say and am immediately mesmerized by the sound of my own voice.

Oooh Now I feel glam!

I don’t know what high tech enhancement device they’ve got in those microphone but OMG my voice sounds amazing! Soft and velvety with all the qualities of a hot beverage.

Too cool!

I sat up straight and grinned at the camera. I think the interview went really well and if you’re not in Melbourne, I’ll be sure to tell you when Smooth FM uploads it to their site so you can all have a listen. Oh and does anyone know if they sell those microphones on e-bay. I think I’d like to buy one and install it next to my phone 😉

The Girl in the Hard Hat Meets the Girl from Gibson’s Find

To celebrate the release of our books, The Girl in the Hard Hat and Man Drought this January, fellow writer, Rachael Johns and I have decided to introduce our characters to each other. Yes, you read that right. Today I’m going to be posting a scene featuring Wendy Hopkins and Imogen Bates, our two troubled but determined heroines.
MD and HHI have never collaborated with another writer before and to be honest, initially I was a little nervous about whether I could do it. But Rachael just made it easy. We had SO MUCH fun writing this together and I have been dying to post this scene since we finished it in early December. Rachael will also be posting a scene we wrote together featuring our two heroes on her blog on the 21st Jan. So make sure you tune in for that too!

The scene I’m posting below is set just prior to Man Drought and right in the middle of The Girl in the Hard Hat. But don’t worry, no spoilers.

I was going to call this piece, The Girl in the Hard Hat meets the Girl from Gibson’s Find but thought that was too long and wordy. So I’m settling on a more simple title… Enjoy!

Over a Cuppa
By Loretta Hill and Rachael Johns

Her mother’s accusatory words still stinging her ears, Wendy needed a hot drink to calm herself down. But as she turned away from the cafe counter, coffee in hand, she bumped straight into the woman behind her – a stunning red head in a white singlet. Wendy watched in horror as the styrofoam cup flew out of her hands and onto the wooden floor boards of the quaint little coffee house. Scorching liquid spilled over her bare legs and open sandals causing her to gasp in pain.

“Oh shoot, I’m so sorry.” Her companion cried in dismay, her expression the very picture of apology. “I’ll buy you another coffee.”

Wendy immediately quelled the string of swear words that might have made Carl blush. It wasn’t this woman’s fault she had her mind on other things.

“No, no it’s okay.” Wendy grabbed some napkins off the counter and began to wipe her legs. “I’m the one who wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m the one who-“ She broke off in alarm as of their own volution her eyes started fill. “Oh damn-“ She pressed her finger tips to her eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

“I’m buying you another coffee,” the red head said firmly. “Cappuccino wasn’t it?” She turned back to the barrister before Wendy could stop her.

Geez Wendy. Pull yourself together.

“It’s a ten minute wait.” The barrister informed them.

“Do you want to sit down?” the woman in the white singlet asked. “I’m Imogen, by the way.”

Wendy threw her a watery smile. “Wendy.” They took the table by the window. Wendy bit her lip self consciously. “I er… don’t usually cry in public.”

Imogen nodded with understanding. “Having a hard day?”


“It’s not man trouble is it?”

At her words, the image of Gavin’s grin – both disrespectful and charming sailed into Wendy’s head. How he managed to encroach on her thoughts even now she’d never guess.

Imogen groaned. “I know that look. I’ve seen it before.”

Wendy blushed. “Where?”

“In the mirror. In the faces of my friends. Sweet, we’ve all been there.” Imogen winked.

“What’s he like?”

“Bad,” Wendy grimaced. “Very bad. Too bad for me. But he’s not the reason I’m having a horrible day.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Wendy squared her shoulders, banishing all thoughts of her dysfunctional family from her head. “Not really? It’s too depressing. Are you from around here?”

“Yes, although not for long.” Imogen smiled. “I’m moving to Gibson’s Find. I just came into the city one last time to do a few jobs before I leave.”

Wendy nodded. “So tell me about your man.”

A sadness crept over Imogen’s previously chirpy eyes. “Did I say I had one?”

“Oh sorry I just assumed from the way you were talking…”

Damn girl! Where are your manners? Wendy cast her eyes down.

“No, that’s alright.” Imogen took a deep breath and fiddled with her ring finger. There was nothing there but a tan line round where a wedding band usually lives. “My husband died almost three years ago.”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” Now Wendy felt more than awkward. Her family may be dysfunctional but she’d never had anyone die on her.

“It’s okay.” A slight smile returned to Imogen’s pretty face. “I was lucky to have him as long as I did. I’ll always miss him, but I’m moving on, ready to do something new and exciting with my life. Tell me more about your man.”

Wendy laughed. Gavin? My Man? She reached over and squeezed Imogen’s hand.

“You know what, I don’t have one either.”

The Girl in the Hard Hat By Loretta Hill and Man Drought By Rachael Johns.

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Reviews are In!

HardHat cover finalWell, this week reviews are in. In fact, my book is doing a bit of a blog tour between 3rd and 12th January where different reviewers posts their thoughts on Hard Hat every day. Very nerve-wracking for me, let me tell you! I have been biting my nails for the past five days. So far all nice reviews though. In fact, some of them are glowing, so very, very pleased! I’ve posted a few links below so if you want to check them out, feel free.
It’s always lovely to get feedback whether from a reviewer or a reader. After all, we writers write to be read. When you’ve put a lot of effort into a particular scene or character, it’s satisfying to know it worked or it got noticed. As a writer I also like to know how I can make my books better… more entertaining.
Well, enjoy your summer reading and I hope The Girl in the Hard Hat is on your list!

List of Reviewers so far: