Return to Roseglen by Helene Young

Another great read from Helene Young. In ‘Return to Roseglen’ she deviates from her former Romantic Suspense books to give us a story of a family undergoing challenges. Roseglen is an outback station in far north Queensland. It is a time of drought, and 93 year old Ivy Dunmore has been running the property by herself since the death of her husband Charlie. She has a son, Ken, who lives nearby, and two daughters, Felicity a nurse in Brisbane and Georgina, a pilot who is on the other side of the world.

Ivy is worried. After she came off her quad bike three years ago she has needed a walker, and she knows she is not as strong as previously. She fears she is no longer in control, as she has always been. Ken tells her she has become forgetful, and she worries she may be becoming confused. She also has a secret that she has kept for many years. What to do about it now?

Felicity decides to leave Brisbane and return to Roseglen to live, in order to help and support Ivy, and soon after Georgina joins them. Ken, as the only son, believes it is his right to inherit the property when Ivy passes on. But the girls do not agree that it should be his by right.

As well as being a compelling story, this book examines many social issues, including infidelity, the problems confronting middleaged children when an aged parent needs care, and sibling rivalry.



Kate Loveday


I first wrote this several years ago, but I believe it is still true today for anyone who wishes to write well.

It‘s been said that words are pegs to hang ideas on. But if you’re a writer and you wish your writing to flow, to express your ideas in the best way possible,  then you need to choose the best pegs to showcase your ideas . A writer should think of words as either diamonds or stones. The great writers made sure they included a fair share of diamonds among the stones in their sentences.

By this, I don’t mean to shun the use of common words, but to choose those that evoke an idea in the most effective way, words that have strong connotations. For instance, you might want to describe an old man walking down the street. You say, ‘The old man walked down the street.

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An excerpt from ‘The Trophy Wife’

Chapter One

Erin McDonald inhaled the incense that hung heavy in the air, trapped by the green velvet curtains that shrouded the windows. Was it the smoky atmosphere of the room making her light-headed, or the words of the black-clad woman opposite?

‘I see great changes ahead for you. Your life will undergo a complete change.’ The psychic’s eyes narrowed as she studied the watch in her hand. ‘I see your heart is aching. It is not a man who causes this sadness. No. You have lost someone very dear to you. Not long ago.’ She lifted her gaze. Her black eyes bored into Erin’s.

Erin’s throat tightened. ‘I lost my mother recently.’

‘I see three. Was it three weeks…or perhaps three months?’

Goose bumps prickled Erin’s arms. ‘Three months.’

Grace stroked the watch. ‘I see the Sydney Harbour Bridge.’ She paused. ‘You will go to Sydney, and live in a fine house. You will be buying clothes. Beautiful clothes.  And shoes. I see you trying on a shoe – a wonderful shoe. It has high heels and is covered with crystals.’

Her fingers caressed the watch again. ‘Your mother wants you to stop feeling sadness for her. She has no pain now. She wants you to know she is happy. Yes. She wants you to get on with your life.’

Erin’s blood chilled. ‘You mean you can talk to her?’

‘No. I have a message. I see a D, a big yellow D. Did her name have a D?’


‘What is it?’

‘Deirdre,’ Erin whispered.

‘Yes. The message is from her. She wants you to know that you have a big future ahead of you. You will have troubles, but Fate will guide you, and you will find happiness.’

Grace sat back in her chair. ‘That is all I have for you today. I hope it is a help to you.’

She handed Erin her watch.

Erin’s head buzzed as she left. Part of her said it was all a load of crap. Very theatrical. But how could she know she’d lost someone dear to her? And that her mother’s name started with a D. And the bit about seeing her trying on a shoe. Why shoes? How could she know she had a thing about shoes?

Could she see into the future? Could she get messages from the spirits? And would she really move to Sydney? How? Why?

As she let herself into the little flat she and Deirdre had shared Grace’s words tumbled around in Erin’s head. She’d said Deirdre was happy now – that she had no pain. She hoped with all her heart it was true. Her mother had been so brave, trying to hide the pain of the cancer from her only child. But Erin knew. She wouldn’t bring her back again even if she could. Not to go on suffering like that. But how she missed her!

Grief filled her chest until she felt it must burst as great, wracking sobs came, tearing her soul. Grace said she’d find happiness, but right now it felt the furthest thing in the world from her.

Erin’s friend Laura sat opposite her at the table in the staff room during their lunch break.

‘So how did it go? What did the psychic tell you? Are you going to meet someone tall, dark and handsome?’Laura asked.

‘Huh, no such luck. That’s obviously not in my future. But she is pretty amazing, isn’t she?’

‘I told you! Come on – what did she say?’

‘She knew about Mum. She saw a bit of stuff about that. And she said I’m going to Sydney.’

‘A trip to Sydney. Lucky you. But what about your love life? What did she see about that?’

Erin gave a wry smile. ‘Nada. Nothing.’

Oh, rats! Well, we’ll just have to make sure you meet some new people. You’ve been so busy with looking after your Mum these last couple of years…’ She broke off and leant across to touch Erin’s arm. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be insensitive. I know you’re still hurting. But you must get out and about a bit. You’ve got to get on with your life.’

Erin’s heart twisted. ‘I know you’re right. But I still feel so sad.’

‘Of course you do. I know how close you and Deirdre were, it’s only natural you miss her. But you dropped out of everything while she was sick and now you need to get out and meet people again.’

Laura was right. She couldn’t keep sitting home forever. And she couldn’t deny she was lonely.

‘What you need is a romance. Something to cheer you up.’

‘I don’t know I’m quite ready for that yet.’

‘Maybe not just yet, but you do need to get out. Look, I’m meeting Ben after work, and we’re going for a drink and a meal. Just us, but you never know who we might bump into. Come with us.’

‘Thank you, but two’s company, three’s a crowd. Besides, I’m not ready yet…’

‘If you don’t want to come to dinner, at least come for a drink.’

‘I don’t think…’

‘Come on. Please. I really want you to.’

Erin took a deep breath. ‘All right. And thanks.’

Erin hesitated as they entered the crowded and noisy pub, but Laura took her arm to lead her through the crowd.  Suddenly Laura stopped, and her hand flew to her mouth.

‘Oh rats! There’s Troy…and Belinda. I didn’t know they’d be here.’ Laura cast an anxious look at Erin. ‘Um. I don’t know if you knew that Troy’s seeing Belinda now?’

Erin’s heart gave a little thump, but she kept her voice steady. ‘I didn’t, but it’s okay. I didn’t expect him to wait around for me after I let him down so often when Mum was sick.’

‘Agh! I’m sorry… I should have thought…after all, you were more than just friends…’

‘It’s okay. Truly. Don’t worry about it.’ She nudged Laura forward. ‘Come on.’

Ben turned with a smile on his face as Laura touched his arm.

‘Hi lovey,’ he said, squeezing Laura’s hand and dropping a kiss on her cheek. ‘And Erin. Good to see you. It’s been too long.’

Erin returned his hug, conscious of Troy standing with his arm around Belinda’s waist. ‘Good to see you too.’

Troy and Belinda had been standing back but now Troy, who could have been on a poster for surfing gear with his bleached blonde hair, tanned face and blue eyes, stepped away from Belinda and touched Erin on the arm.

‘Hello Erin.’

He’d once called her his ‘pocket Venus with bouncy red hair’.

He dropped a kiss on her cheek. ‘I was sorry to hear about your Mum.’

‘Thank you.’ Erin swallowed.

Belinda slipped her hand through Troy’s arm ‘Yes, me too,’ Belinda said. ‘Really sorry.’

‘Thank you.’

Ben put his arm around Erin’s shoulder. ‘What’ll you have, Erin? Do you still drink cider?


Within a minute he pressed a drink into her hand. She sipped it gratefully.

‘I haven’t seen you around for a while,’ Troy offered.

‘No. I’ve been busy lately.  I haven’t been out much.’

‘Well, you know what they say – all work and no play makes for a dull day.’

She managed a smile. ‘So Laura keeps telling me.’

‘Well, I’m glad she brought you along tonight.’

‘I’m glad I came.’ The polite lie slipped easily from her lips.

‘Why don’t you join us for dinner? For old time’s sake.’

Belinda tightened her grip on Troy’s arm.

‘Thanks for the offer, but I have something arranged. I just popped in to catch up for a drink.’

Erin stayed for another drink as they all started discussing the big game tomorrow, when the local Newcastle Jets were playing Melbourne City. Then she said her goodbye’s and made her way home. The flat was very empty when she let herself in.

Chapter Two

It was a few weeks later and the psychic’s words had faded to the back of Erin’s mind when the manager’s PA gave her a message.

‘Erin, the boss wants to see you in his office.’

‘Do you know what it’s about?’


‘Okay, thanks Sal.’

Erin gnawed her bottom lip. The firm was undertaking restructuring, as they called it, and one of the younger girls was given notice last week. Was this why the boss wanted to see her – to tell her she was no longer needed?  He’d always seemed happy with her work, but a little knob of worry inside her whispered she’d been less than cheerful around the office recently, mired down in grief as she’d been. Perhaps he’d noticed, and felt it was bad for morale?

She took out her mirror and quickly checked her face, then smoothed her hands over her hair in case her unruly locks had escaped. She headed to his office and knocked on the door.

‘Ah, come in Erin. Take a seat.’

Erin sat opposite Mr Hill, her hands in her lap, butterflies in her belly, and waited for him to speak. He took off his glasses and polished them before beginning.

‘I understand why you’ve seemed unhappy lately, Erin. It’s a terrible thing for a young girl like you to lose her mother, especially as you have no other family. I want you to know I feel for you, very much.’

The butterflies became a knot of tension. He was about to fire her. She sucked in a breath and forced words out. ‘Thank you.’

‘As you know, we’ve been restructuring things in the firm, both here and at Head Office in Sydney. Times are hard, and even an old established firm like ours is feeling the pinch, and we need to downsize.’

Erin clenched her hands together so tightly the nails dug into the flesh. It was her turn to go. Where would she find another job in these hard times?

The boss pulled a file towards him and opened it. ‘I see you’ve been with us for four years now, since you were sixteen, and you’ve always performed very well. I’d be sorry to have to let you go, so I have a proposition for you.’ He paused. ‘I’m right in thinking you have no particular attachments here in Newcastle, aren’t I?’


‘It so happens that our Sydney office is about to lose their receptionist, and I believe you would be ideal for the position. You’re bright and outgoing, and I’m sure you’d fit in well. I think a change of scene might be good for you. If you like the idea, I’ll recommend you, and arrange an interview with Mr Thomas.’ He leant back in his chair. ‘Now, how do you feel about it? It’s a long way to commute, but perhaps you could move down there, if you wanted. Do you think you’d like to live in Sydney?’

Erin’s hands unclenched as a surge of relief flooded through her. ‘Yes, I’ve always loved Sydney. It would be wonderful.’

‘Right. Then I’ll go ahead and arrange an interview.’

Erin chose her clothes carefully for the interview, knowing a receptionist needs to look smart as well as capable. Finally she chose one of her favourite outfits, a plain white linen dress with a black belt and a short black jacket.

She caught the early train to Sydney to make sure she was in plenty of time, and she approached the interview with Mr Thomas, head of the firm, with twin measures of excitement and anxiety. What if he didn’t like her? Would he think her capable of filling such an important position – the client’s first contact with his business?

But if she got the job, working in the sophisticated metropolis of Sydney, how exciting that would be!

Shivers ran up and down her spine as she sat waiting in the outer office until Mr Thomas was ready to see her.  What was he like? What sort of as boss would he be – if she got the job? When she was finally ushered into his office she found he was slim, middle-aged, with a pleasant face and a brisk, business-like manner.

He looked up from a letter he was reading. ‘Ah, Erin McDonald,’ he greeted her. ‘Please take a seat.’ He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Erin was aware he scrutinised her as she crossed the room to sit opposite him. He took in her looks – slender figure, deep green eyes with black eyelashes, and dark auburn hair.

‘I’ve been reading your reference from our Newcastle office. John Hill speaks highly of you.

‘That’s very kind of him.’

‘Do you think you’d like to work here, Erin?’

‘Yes. I’d love to work here.’

‘Do you enjoy meeting people?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘I see that you took on the receptionist job in the Newcastle office when their regular girl was on leave. How did you find that?’

‘It was stimulating.’ She smiled. ‘Meeting all the clients face to face. I enjoyed that. I’d love to do it permanently.’

‘Then I would like to offer you the same position here.’ He smiled at her. ‘Will you accept it?’

The blood rushed to Erin’s head. She gulped before she had breath to answer. ‘Yes. Thank you. Thank you very much.’

When she walked out into the street a little later she felt as if she was floating. Receptionist at Atkins and Thomas, Chartered Accountants, of Pitt Street, Sydney. How good was that!

She bought a paper and carried it into a coffee shop. As she sipped her coffee she made a list of flats available for rent that were open for inspection today. The first four she viewed were dark and pokey, and she crossed them off her list.

The next one was a bed-sitter on the second floor of a building in Macleay Street in Kings Cross. When she climbed the steps to the door of 2A the agent was waiting to show prospective tenants through, and he invited her in.

The first thing that struck her was the sun streaming in through the double windows. She crossed the room and looked out. Opposite was the El Alamein fountain and the Fitzroy Gardens. She turned away from the view. The flat was bright and cheerful, and she fell in love with it. She went through the motions of inspecting the tiny bathroom and kitchen area, but she had made up her mind. She could be happy living here. She signed a lease right away.

She moved her belongings in the next weekend, and settled to life in Sydney. Just as the psychic had predicted.

Erin had been in her new job three weeks when she met Giles Brightman. A long-time client of the firm, he’d come in for a meeting with Mr Thomas. A striking figure, tall, dark and solid looking, without an ounce of fat on him. He exuded self-confidence and power.

‘You’re new here, aren’t you?’ he asked her, his eyes assessing her as he spoke.

‘Yes, Mr Brightman,’ she replied, smiling as she did at all the clients.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Erin McDonald.’

That’s Irish, isn’t it?’

‘Yes. My parents came here from Ireland.’

He nodded, but said no more as he went through to the offices. When he came out from his meeting he stopped by her desk.

‘I’d like to take you to dinner if you’re free tonight, Erin. Are you?’

Erin’s tummy fluttered. Fancy this imposing man wanting to take her out.

‘I…well, yes Mr Brightman, I am.’

‘Good. Call me Giles, and write down your address for me. I’ll pick you up at seven thirty. And leave your hair down,’ he added as he left, nodding at the barrettes she used to keep her hair tidy at work.

Erin looked Giles up on the internet later. He was forty one years of age. Divorced from model Megan Andrews three years ago. No children, and…Wow!  He was one of the richest men in Australia. He owned a huge conglomerate with interests in hotels, real estate and property developments all over the world.

Why would he ask her out, when he could probably have his pick of the society beauties around town?

As Erin prepared for their night out she looked at her wardrobe. Giles was probably used to escorting lavishly dressed women when he went out. She owned nothing glamorous enough to compete. But her mother always managed to look stylish on her secretary’s pay. ‘You can look good without spending heaps,’ she’d told her. ‘Buy quality over quantity. Make sure you always have a little black dress and one really good pair of shoes. Then you can go anywhere.’

So she wore her little black dress, and her best shoes. And she left her hair down.


High Stakes review

High Stakes by Susanne Bellamy is a fast paced story with plenty of action and sexual tension. Jake Harris and Dr Marcy Westacott are strong, engaging characters. They meet on the Everest track, where Marcy is searching for a rare plant, but also visiting the place where her father had perished in an avalanche. Jake is on the trail of a drug cartel that had led to the death of his younger brother, Pete, which he has vowed to avenge. He believes Marcy can lead him to the drug cartel.
Misunderstandings and identity uncertainty lead to conflicts, internal and external, that kept me turning the page as I wondered how they were going to overcome the issues between them. But when danger threatens Jake must protect Marcy – for both professional and personal reasons.
If you like a story with plenty of action, sex and adventure then you will enjoy High Stakes.

Flying Fish

Although it is a few years since we finished our caravanning adventure through Australia we have many wonderful memories to look back on – places we visited, people we met, things we did. It is such a diverse country that activities can range from skiing in the snowfields of the Southern Alps to snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef, or at Ningaloo in West Australia.

But ask any caravanner what they like best about caravanning and the reply you will receive most often is,“The friendliness of the people you meet.”

Nowhere is this more evident than in Tropical Far North Queensland, Australia’s top winter destination. While everyone else shivers down south during our winter, some lucky ones are able to escape winter by heading north, to our land of eternal summer.

Far North Queensland acts like a magnet to southerners in winter. From May onward the caravans roll in. Parks fill up. Towns overflow with tourists.
Many ’vanners spend at least three winter months enjoying sunshine, swimming, and fishing as far north as Cairns. Many come to the same spot each year, and so enduring friendships are formed.

Flying Fish Point is situated seven kilometres east of Innisfail, on the Cassowary Coast.It stands on both the beach front and alongside the mouth of the Johnstone River andis one such place. It holds a special place in our hearts, for we spent much time there.We arrived there during the winter of our first year on the road, and used it as a base for many months to visit other areas.

The caravan park there was green and shady, and the owner guided us to a shady site plenty big enough for our large rig.

The park boasts a swimming pool

and store and backs on to a green Oval

belonging to the neighbouring school.

A great spot to take the dogs for a walk outside off school  hours.


Rainforest edges the other side

of the Oval       

and it was not unusual to see

kangaroos sitting

or cropping grass under the

trees, or even bounding across

the Oval.

The then owners, George and Debbie, with their young daughter Tiani, made us feel as if we had come to a second home.

They were friendly and welcoming. They did everything in their power to ensure that everyone enjoyed their stay, be it short or long.

One of them personally guided each new arrival into their site, leading the way in their white golf buggy. They were always ready to stop and have a chat.

“We like to help everyone get to know each other,” Debbie said, “and for everyone to enjoy themselves.”

They always held a barbecue dinner on Saturday nights – with often fifty or more park visitors attending.

It was here on our first Saturday night that we made friends with other like-minded couples, and organized a group to meet regularly each evening before dinner for drinks during a ‘Happy Hour’.


Jock and Maggie’s story is different. Living on the Gold Coast, they were on the first leg of a trip around Australia. They arrived in a motor home for one night. They decided to stay a second night. And then another. Then a week. Then a month.

They fell in love with the area. One day Maggie told me, “We’ve decided to buy a house up here.”
“But what about the summer?” I asked, “they say it’s pretty hot and humid.”
“Well, we have our motor home,” Maggie replied, “if it’s too bad we can always go south for a while.”

They found the perfect house and bought it. While awaiting settlement they stayed on in the Caravan Park.

At the next Saturday night barbecue George announced, “For those of you who will still be here on the third of August we are having a wedding here. Jock and Maggie are going to tie the knot.”

And so they did.

Shortly before the big day the following notice appeared. “Jock and Maggie are being married on Saturday night. Your presence is requested but no presents please.”

We all turned up to see them married. What a happy night it was!

Debbie, with a little help, had decorated the long table and hung balloons. A bridal table was set up and decorated.

The buggy was pressed into service as a wedding car, and the happy couple arrived in this with their young attendant, Tiani, and were piped in by bagpipes. After all, Jock is a Scot.

After the ceremony we all sat down to our usual Saturday night repast, accompanied by liquid refreshments provided by the bridegroom. For dessert it was wedding cake all round. Truly a memorable night, and one of many happy memories we have of Flying Fish Point.




The Plntagenet Prelude by Jean Plaidy

I read a lot of Jean Plaidy’s historical fiction many years ago, and always enjoyed the stories she wound around the history of former times.
We may deplore the lack of morals today, but if we can believe Jean Plaidy, then medieval times were far more scandalous.
Eleanor of Aquitaine, a central character in this story, was quite a woman! Married to King Louis of France, she found him weak and insipid, and once she had borne him two children, she took lovers as she pleased. She managed to wrangle a divorce and moved on to marry a lusty man she found more to her liking. This, and how it changed history, is the basis for this book.

I found the story interesting, particularly for its historical content. I had watched the documentary ‘Europe’s Last Warrior Kings’ on SBS, which recounted how, a thousand years ago, King Edward the Confessor died without an heir. Earl Harold then became King Harold 1st of England. After fighting off an attack from the Viking King, Harald Hardrada, who fancied the crown for himself, he was then invaded by William, Duke of Normandy. Harold was defeated and killed at the famous Battle of Hastings in 1066. Thus began the reign of William the Conqueror.

All this I remembered, but then there was then a period from William’s death until the first of the Plantagenets, King Harold 2nd, ascended to the throne in 1154.

What happened in those years?

That is what Jean Plaidy tells us in this book, and if you like history you will enjoy it.

I give this book three stars

What’s in a name?

What’s in a name? Or in a book title?

It can be confusing for readers, but there are many reasons a name, or a book title, can be changed.

For the first book in the Redwoods series , ‘An Independent Woman’, it was changed by the new publishers because their catalogue already had a book in it with that title. So it became to ‘A Woman of Spirit’. Same story, same feisty heroine, same dashing hero and same detestable villain. And the reviews are all for the same book.

It was the same with the other books in the trilogy. ‘A Liberated Woman’ became ‘In Search of Love’ and ‘A Modern Woman’ is ‘An Ambitious Woman’.

So if you’re looking for holiday reading and think three books  depicting the life and loves of Kitty Morland and her struggles to make a new life for herself in nineteenth century Australia are your kind of reading, don’t be confused by the new names.

Book One – A Woman of Spirit
Book Two – In Search of Love
Book Three – An Ambitious Woman

All are available as Ebooks and paperback from the publisher, from Amazon,  or your favourite online retailer.

You can check them out on my website


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