Thank You For Purchasing and Borrowing My Work…

Wow, it has been a fabulous few months, and I want to thank everyone who has purchased copies of Only One Woman, and Undercover: Crime Shorts, in paperback, and eBook. Also, thank you for purchasing many of the anthologies in which I have contributed stories, some have been on sale in aid of various charities, such as Help4Heroes, The Children’s […]

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Autumn Walks in the Sunshine…

It has been wonderful getting out again and into the fresh air and countryside after being up inside for the last 20 months. Trees, flowers, hedges, gorgeous skies, and space - I couldn't live without them. I always take lots of photos and here are a few taken on various visits to places I love. Jane Risdon Photos

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The Diplomat, The Honey Trap, when Government Business is an opportunity for…

He cleaned the bathroom quickly and expertly.
The plastic sheet and forensic suit returned to his bulging briefcase he changed back into his clothes, and with a last glance around the hotel room - checking he had left no trace of his presence - he silently let himself out of the room and made his way down the back stairs to the deserted alley where his driver waited for him...

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The Ka of Gifford Hillary and Dennis Wheatley: Stella arrives in Leighton Buzzard to steak and kidney pie, mash, and baked beans.

I read The Ka of Gifford Hillary on the bus all the way to Leighton Buzzard. I'd spoken to Scott on the phone the night before and he was a chapter ahead of me, so I had some catching up to do. Just before I'd left the Leighton Buzzard house, a week ago, Scott and I had found two battered copies of the Dennis Wheatley book in one of the tall bookcases, and as neither of us had read it, we decided to make it a shared experience. Scott, apparently, was a massive Wheatley fan, and I'd never read any of his books before, so I was really looking forward to it.

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Donna Morfett interviewed me and we ended up having a great laugh…

The delightful Donna Morfett recently interviewed me via Zoom. We had quite a giggle together as we chatted about my writing, favourite and influential authors, as well as my early life working in the Ministry of Defence in Germany, transferring later to the Foreign and Commonwealth Office in London; oh! and how I married a musician.
We chatted about my life in the international music business, working and living in SE Asia and America, and how my experiences have influenced my crime/mystery writing, women's fiction writing, and so much more.

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St. Peter Port Guernsey, St. Helier, Jersey: The beginning of a Summer Adventure for Stella, or was it?

The Sania stayed docked in St. Peter Port in Guernsey for hours, well, maybe just over an hour - but it was driving me insane with impatience. I leaned over the side and watched people coming and going. Oh, hurry up! How long did it take to get on and off a boat for heavens sake?!
Later:
I stood up, leaning over the rails, no longer feeling sick, just starring as Scott's island took shape. I could see rocks and flower-sprigged cliffs and little white sandy bays...and then , as The Sarnia slowed towards St. Helier, the imposing sight of Fort Regent high on its granite hill, towering into the sky. I practically jumped up and down with excited anticipation. I'd made it! I was in Jersey! Almost...

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Spring and Summer photos with my phone camera.

I spent a lovely day at The Vyne, which is a 16th century Tudor mansion which has been added to over the years by members of the Chute family. It is now owned by the National Trust and is situated in Sherbourne St John, Basingstoke, Hampshire RG24 9HL. It was built for Lord Sandys, Henry V111's Lord Chamberlain. Various owners of the house have been obliged to take the name Chute in order to benefit from various wills throughout the centuries. Photos on my blog. Jane Risdon

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‘We were just wondering,’ the blonde nurse said, ‘if you were in a rock group or something…’

There was a bit of a stir from the cubicles and two of the young nurses appeared and shimmied across.
'We reckon you were the group appearing with Doc Holliday and the Cards, in Dunstable,' the small nurse said, excitedly.
'Yeah, dead sexy you were and we tried to see you afterwards but the bouncers wouldn't let us near...' the darker haired one giggled.
'That was us,' Josh beamed. 'And I'm gutted that you couldn't meet us after the gig. We could have given you - um -our autographs.'
'We can still do autographs,' Zac grinned, 'in exchange for phone numbers.'

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