Beautiful Blogger Award #TBSU


I was recently nominated for the Beautiful Blogger award by the lovely Seumas Gallacher. Thank you, Seumas!

The Rules:
1. Copy and place the Beautiful Blogger Award in your post.
2. Thank the person that nominated you and link back to their blog.
3. Tell 7 things about yourself.
4. Nominate 7 fellow Bloggers, tell them by posting a comment on their Blog.

NOW to reveal 7 (supposedly) fascinating things about ME:

1. When I was eight I was allowed to have two pet mice. I named the one Roly, because he was white and sturdy, and the other one Geronimo, because he was tiny but a true fighter. I loved that little mouse with the true intensity of a child and when he died (at about eighteen months old) it broke my heart. I buried him in a little box that had contained note cards, (it was pretty and had flowers on it and a see through plastic front) wrapped in a soft doll blanket. My father teased me about it for years, because inside the box I also placed a note that said…Here lieth Geronimo, loveth by all…

2. I am obsessed with all things Tudor and have been for years. I will read just about anything I can get my hands on and even though I’ve read Anne Boleyn’s story time after time, it still fascinates me. I intend to write her story myself in the very near future…with a slightly new take on things. Watch this space! 

3. I have four pet bearded dragons. We wanted pets but because we work full time, we couldn’t have a dog.  So we looked into it and decided that reptiles would be an alternative. They are bright, inquisitive and friendly creatures which enjoy interacting with the family. The one, funnily enough, named Seamus (though it’s a girl) likes to sit and watch the children playing on the x-box and the older male, named Andrew, likes to climb the stairs.
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4. I hate driving. It’s a necessity but I can’t say that I have ever enjoyed it. I can drive and I’m quite a good driver but I like to sit back and think when I’m in the car and I don’t find it at all relaxing being in the driver’s seat. Luckily, my husband loves driving. Carry on, my darling…

5. Surprisingly, for me, as I’ve got a bit older, I’ve realised that I love to grow things and even more surprising, I’m quite good at it! If I pick up a small plant at the market, within weeks it will be begging to be repotted and positively blooming. I grow herbs, flowers and vegetables and this year I’ve even got a blackcurrant flowering by the greenhouse. My husband is actually remodelling the garden to put in some raised beds so that I can grow more!

6. In school I loved subjects like English and History but struggled with Maths, even though my Dad was an accountant and my Granny a Maths and Music teacher. The only area of Maths I did enjoy was Algebra – because it had letters in it, of course!

7. I want to adopt at least one rescue greyhound. They are beautiful dogs and most have a lovely temperament. As we love long, family walks, I believe that we would have a lot to offer to dogs in need of a loving, family home. Again, it’s something I aim to make happen in the near future.

Here Are the 7 Awesome Bloggers Whom I Hereby Nominate:

Rachel Brimble –
S.A. Meade –
Rachel Knowles –
Lisa J. Hobman –
Angela Smith –
Lisa Whitefern –
Ana Blaze –

Blogs to check out:

Writing is like skiing

Last year I was lucky enough to go skiing for the first time. It was a holiday I’d always wondered about but never really been sure I wanted to try. However, my husband’s enthusiasm for the activity, combined with a desire to try something new and get fitter in the process, led to me to a week’s holiday in Chamrousse, France.

We left Wales after work on a dark Friday afternoon and drove to Kent then took the Eurotunnel to Calais. I don’t know who was more excited: me, my husband, our two children or my brother in law and his girlfriend. We had even exchanged our car for a people carrier to fit us all in! The drive was exciting because we love France – it’s so different to Wales – and driving across such a beautiful country to a new destination had us all laughing and singing along the way.

Our climb from Grenoble to the ski resort was exhilarating. In Grenoble, it was grey and drizzling but not that cold. But as we ascended, the air got colder, the water bottles in the car started popping with the altitude and it started snowing! Before we knew it, we were in a mid-February winter wonderland. It was like a scene straight out of a picture book. Enormous ancient trees bowed down over the road, laden with fresh snow, the car skidded wildly on a thick layer of ice and large, soft flakes fell from the sky. Everything was muted and muffled and had that magical Christmas feel.


When we arrived at our apartment, it was overwhelmingly beautiful. The balcony was waist high with snow, the windows faced the ski-slope with the ski lifts and our accommodation was just like a log cabin. It couldn’t have been more perfect. We fell hungrily onto pizza and chips before climbing into comfortable and long overdue beds.

Following a good night’s sleep, we rose early and prepared our ski gear. I was very excited but also a bit anxious. As I’m a very small person, my husband had assured me that I’d have a low centre of gravity and that I’d get the hang of skiing no problem at all. I hoped he was right!

Now, if you’ve never been skiing, it’s hard to convey exactly what it’s like the first time you put on the gear. You have your undergarments – thermal of course – then very thick socks. Next layer involves jumper or hoody, salopettes, scarf, hat or helmet, ski jacket and gloves. Add ski boots and you’re feeling a bit out of your comfort zone. Said boots – for a learner – force your feet forwards, a little like wearing heels, yet they hold your shins firmly in place so that you’re being forced forwards yet held backwards. Very awkward. The walk from the apartment to the slope was a short one yet it took me a considerably long time. I guess I looked a bit like Ironman with my robotic walk.

Once at the slope, we clicked on our skis and prepared to board the chair lifts. Ha! As a mother, I was torn. I wanted to help my children to the lifts but had to leave that to my husband and brother in law – both experienced skiers – as I couldn’t quite control my own feet.


What followed was like a comedy sketch! Husband, two children and I attempted to sit on chair lift. Daughter didn’t quite make it and ended up on next lift with brother in law, girlfriend and a very nice French couple who helped daughter off lift. Thank you to very nice French couple! As lift went to move away, husband helped son off chairlift but I couldn’t stand up – well my feet kept sliding everywhere! Lift began to rise again to go back down mountain, so I jumped. Ouch! Landed on my knees on the ice. Very embarrassing! I kind of slid over to husband who lifted me to feet – by this point, I guess I looked like a new born foal. (It was incredible that I made it through that day with the pain in my knees and later on, when I removed salopettes, my knees were, I swear, five times larger.)

The next four hours were spent, basically, on my bottom. We’d ski for a bit but I couldn’t stop. Well, I could, but I had to throw myself onto the floor to avoid the trees! Luckily, the children took to it like ducks to water. Son was like a professional – a bit too fearless for my liking – and even hit the jumps that afternoon. Daughter developed a snow plough that kept her upright all week, though her thighs were like iron by the time we left France. Brother in law’s girlfriend could stand and go REALLY fast but she did, unfortunately, as my son put it, ‘bounce off her face’ with one or two awkward landings.
By the end of the week, however, we (brother in law’s girlfriend and moi) were a LOT better and thoroughly enjoying it. My limbs ached, I had rosy cheeks and white goggle marks around my eyes and my behind was one big bruise but I felt so alive, so refreshed and so fit and healthy. I’d been through some pain and discomfort but I felt stronger and even more determined than ever to improve further. Of course, we weren’t amazing at it, but we were improving.

So why on earth, I guess you’re wondering, have I claimed that this was like writing?


Well, if you really want to learn to ski, each time you fall, you get back up again. If, like me, you’re a sensitive soul, you might have a little cry each time you slip (especially when it hurts) but a part of you knows that you will get back up and you will get better. I am quite a determined person and even though I sometimes feel the need to ‘throw in the towel’, I know deep in my heart that I won’t. Once I’ve started something, I’ll keep going.

I was quite a competent skier by the end of my wonderful week in Chamrousse. It wasn’t easy but it was amazing. Every single minute taught me something new, just like every time I write something and self-edit or get a critique, I learn something new. Reading the work of other wonderful writers also teaches me a lot and gives me even more motivation to become the best writer that I can be.

So there you have it! Writing is like skiing: there will be bumps and bruises, tears and aching limbs. There will be falls and crashes and sometimes you’ll feel like you’ve bounced off your face. But the sound of the skis as they cut through the snow or the keys on your laptop as they flood the page with your story; the feel of the sun on your face and the snowflakes on your tongue or the heat in that scene you just created and the line that will melt a thousand hearts; the laughter of your family and the energy in your soul (this one applies to skiing and writing) will make it all worth it.


Blogs to follow:
Carole Remy –
Seumas Gallacher –
Ana Blaze –
Nathalie Thompson –

Keep writing, keep skiing and keep following your dreams!

Welcome to Carole Remy – author of Beauty of the Beast!

BoBBeauty of the Beast Unleashed! Now on Amazon Kindle! #TBSU
The Release Day Blitz has arrived! Tomorrow, May 7, is the official release day for Beauty of the Beast.

Dear loyal readers, you get a chance to meet Beauty ahead of the pack! Beauty of the Beast is available TODAY for only $3.99 on Amazon Kindle worldwide!

Head on over to to buy it!

Here’s the Story

Mary Jane Andrews is what Texans call a pistol. She thinks fast, acts faster, and takes the consequences with a laugh. The year is 1950. Young reporter Mary Jane isn’t sure what SM is, but she’s heard that it’s going on outside Austin, and she’s determined to investigate. Once she meets the Master, she’s both enthralled and scared spitless.

What’s a Master to do when his hotter-than-sin sexual soul mate shows up at the door of his highly illegal sex house? Don’t worry, he has lots of ideas…

Trouble is, Mary Jane wants the story. And the Master won’t spend the rest of his natural life in jail. The sex is explosive, inventive, and addictive, both ways. Will it be bend or break for the insatiable Beauty and the masterful Beast?

Buy Beauty of the Beast at!

In honor of the international following of Carole Remy’s earlier novels, here’s a list of Amazon sites where you can buy Beauty of the Beast around the world.

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Amazon Canada

Amazon Germany

Amazon France

Amazon Italy

Amazon Spain

Amazon Japan

Amazon Brazil

Tomorrow is the Release Day Blitz!

Beauty of the Beast is being featured on over twenty book blogs around the blogosphere!

Thank you to Roxanne Rhoads at Bewitching Book Tours and thank you to all my blogging friends for getting Mary Jane and the Master’s story off to a roaring start!

Beauty of the Beast

BoBThis is the third novel I’ve read by Carole Remy and it’s my favourite! Whilst I loved the sweet wickedness of Twelve Nights and the saucy encounters of Who is Candid?, Beauty of the Beast has totally charmed me.

The plot and characters are darker and more intense than Lucy and Dick (Who is Candid?) and Aggie and Jimmy (Twelve Nights). I loved those characters but Mary Jane and George come from a different world and a different time.

In Beauty of the Beast we get a glimpse into the SM scene of 1950s America through a tale which is expertly weaved around the ideology of the fairy-tale. Beauty is explored on different levels, as is the concept of the beast and how we, as humans, often conceal our true selves.

Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a full moral lesson disguised as a novel! It is a thoroughly enjoyable read and the heroine, Mary Jane, is sexy, sassy and independent with a wicked sense of humour. The first two pages had me laughing until my sides ached and Ms Remy weaves this heady mix of humour and darker desires with the skill of a truly talented author. She encapsulates how complex we all are and delves into the idea that we all are multi-faceted.

Beauty of the Beast is a love story, it is erotic, it is an extended metaphor. There is a mystery, there is a tale of growing obsession and there is a clear picture of how insanity is just a step away if you allow your cravings to completely consume you.

My favourite line of the novel had to be …the age old rhythm we are born to know… You’ll have to read it to know what I’m talking about! 😉

Ms Remy perfectly captures our more basic instincts and delivers them in her uniquely direct and delicious style.