In this latest extract, Kitty has managed to dupe her employer into offering her an au pair job at Cliff House - the imposing seaside home of her former best friend, who was brutally attacked and left with brain damage. No one at Cliff House is aware of Kitty's true identity. ...... CHAPTER FOUR Scarborough, [...]
In my last extract, traumatised Kitty O'Hara gate-crashed the graduation ball of her ex-colleagues at St Andrew's University. Reaching rock bottom, she now realises that something has got to change in her life. CHAPTER TWO Okay, let’s take a step back. For the first six months after the incident, I fought bitterly against the idea [...]
Here’s a preview of my latest novel. Following a traumatic incident that occurred halfway through her university course, quirky Kitty O’Hara has secluded herself in her home town these last two years, finding herself angry and aimless in life. When she gate-crashes the graduation ball of her former friends, she reaches rock bottom and realizes that something [...]
Speak Softly Speak softly, winds, and do not haunt me, Blow your whispers to the sky. Long have I heard them gently pass me, Now please leave me alone to die. . When I was young I looked around me, Looked at joy and sought within. I tried to live my days in laughter, Shrank [...]
October comes with lots of memories. Some of them are true, some deliciously fabricated. But one event sticks in my mind like super-glue: a spine-chilling meeting that took place between four educational entrepreneurs and a gang of international mothers at a brand new school in Krakow, back in the mists of time. FEAR It's the [...]
Don’t you think that the act of looking forward to something is better than the act itself? Okay, so I admit it, I’m feeling a bit doom & gloom today. With this being the last day of the school summer holidays, my mind has been hijacked by thoughts of the fickle nature of Time. There [...]
Being deprived of any sort of holiday this summer has made me ... well, kind of nostalgic. Dreamy. Yearning for a summer of long ago. A balmy, sexy summer back in communist Poland of the 1980s, deep in the heart of the Tatra mountains. And here’s the weird thing. It’s a summer I never even [...]
Wendy Skorupski 