Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels

From McDonald’s to Mills & Boon Author: How 100 bad jobs have helped my writing

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I’ve had to work in some less-than-ideal places.

With frozen fingers I swiped a handful of coleslaw from the skip-sized container beside me. I slopped it into the plastic pot and felt another slice of my soul slipping away, smothered like those slithers of carrot.

Factory life was not for me; I knew that the second I donned that bright blue hairnet on day one, and joined a lady I’ll call Mable at the conveyor belt. Mable had pet rats. She didn’t specify how many, just that they were free to run around her home, and that her favourite rat had just died.

Mable now had to save hard to pay for his cremation ceremony, but luckily, ramming coleslaw into pots for Marks & Spencer’s would pay enough – eventually – to put her beloved pet to rest.

I was 18 when I started the summer job at the factory, in my humble home town of Spalding, Lincolnshire. Before that, at age 14, I worked in a fish and chip shop, earning £1.50 an hour.  I remember someone ordered a fried egg with their haddock once, and I panicked. I didn’t know how to fry an egg. I went to the small back room and cried. Then I told the poor, hungry customer that we were out of eggs.

My boss took me downstairs to the back room: “WE HAVE ALL THOSE EGGS!!!!” he cried, charging the air with fishy, facetious masculinity whilst pointing at what looked like 30 huge crates of them, some still covered in feathers.

I cried again. He sighed and begrudgingly taught his chip-shop prodigy how to fry one. I was good at it. It was the greatest day of my life.

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Not all jobs were bad. At the radio station I met some pretty cool people!

The people in the factory… and pretty much all those crappy jobs I had to endure in the name of making my own way in this world were passageways, transitional periods that I now realise were the makings of me as a writer; as a woman. As someone who’s now not afraid to turn new corners, try new things (and sometimes fail).

When rodent-fan Mable started up about funerals for pet rats; when I realised it made people happy to be served a good friend egg, and me happy to fry it, something shifted inside me.

Not only I was I meeting characters. I was becoming a whole new character myself.

At McDonalds (age 19), I made up my own special sauce and started putting it on burgers. I was fired. You’re not allowed to make up new sauces at McDonalds – I guess someone in a lab does that, or someone in a clown suit – probably both. I learned not to mess with fast food staples, or science.

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When the jello-shot tables were turned

When I moved to New York at 21 I took a job as a jello-shot waitress, as a side-job to answering phones for a production house on Broadway. I accepted a $20 tip for letting a CEO called Bradley take a tequila shot from my bellybutton. All his mates moved in for their turn, and I learned that saying yes to everything that sounds OK isn’t always OK.

Throughout my life, I’ve had loads of jobs I’ve hated and loads more that I’ve loved – like the time I spent at a Sydney radio station, meeting celebs! Each one has taught me something that’s changed me, kept me ploughing forward, kept me focused on my dreams and in the end… my writing. Lots of the character traits and scenarios in my books are now based on people I’ve met, stories I’ve heard and experiences I have personally had – good and bad.

In the factory, many people I met had grown content to let their biggest dreams pass them by, slowly but surely, like the items on that conveyor belt.

But I grew stronger, and way more grateful, and a hella-lot more driven! I worked as a freelance writer, traveled the world on my own; worked from campsites, bars, even a nudist beach in Vancouver (maybe I’ll tell you about that one sometime – ahem). As I write from here in my latest spot – Amsterdam – I feel lucky to be able to access this memory bank of mayhem, laughter and tears. I feel lucky to be able to twist these tales and adventures, and fill hundreds of pages with stories!

As any motivated ‘character’ would have you learn, you fail at something, you pick yourself back up. You keep your goals in sight and you keep a positive attitude. When something doesn’t work out, you try your damned best to move on with grace (even if your best pet rat kicks the bucket, or your McManager yells at you for your special sauce in front of everyone).

You simply have to trust that after all that crap, just like in a Mills & Boon novel, you’re surely headed for a happy ending.

My latest Medical Romance ‘Tempted By Her Hot Shot Doc’ is out now! Check it out on Amazon.

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Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels

Looking back on a day of LOVE (and announcing our Giveaway Winners!)

d9609ab8-8355-4310-907f-d841b8e77e84Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! And a huge thank you to everyone who entered our V-Day Giveaway. There are 17 lucky winners, and you can see if you’re one of them over here!

How exciting.  And so is the day of love, love, love! There are so many different kinds of it, aren’t there? One sided, unrequited, knocks-you-sideways, uninvited.

Cuddles on couches, dances in kitchens, screaming in bedrooms, yelling on streets, crying at it, pining for it, going with it, knowing it’s worth it.

It’s usually worth it.

And then there’s the love we surround ourselves with always; cocktails with friends, walks by the water, wind in our hair, smiling at strangers. Love is everywhere. How you give it is usually how you get it back.

Sometimes when we’re single on this day, we forget how much love we already have in our lives.

So… having sent all manner of Valentines this morning in the form of texts and WhatsApp gifs I thought I’d reflect on the love this day has brought me in the past, even though for the majority of those years I was single, on the road, working my way around the world with no idea what was ahead!

Facebook tells me February 14th hasn’t been dull for a while. There was 2012, when I found myself in Bali in a posh resort with my friend Jen. I don’t think the staff realised we were just friends:

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Interesting. How I loved Bali! Life was never, ever boring there.

Then there was 2013, in Rio! That was one amazing trip, woweeeee. I met four good friends for the Carnival. We climbed Sugarloaf Mountain on Valentine’s Day and I found this abandoned pink headpiece at the top. Who would abandon such a thing of beauty?! Clearly I fell in love, and took it for myself… and then had to abandon it too because it was just not practical for a backpacker to be in possession of such a thing. Hostels only have so much locker space, after all.

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At this time in 2014 I was in Spain with mum and dad, escaping the cold. We had a lovely apartment with about a million steps up to it, so the majority of the time was spent huffing and puffing uphill, and then ‘recovering’ by drinking cheap wine. My friend came to stay and we went V-Day shopping, as displayed here:

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I loved spending that time with my family. I also loved being away from a cold British winter for a while.

Last year I was lucky enough to have a Galentine’s Day with my good mate Hannah in Lisbon. We had a lovely seafood dinner by the harbour and made plans to take over the world, without men. Actually, I think I had a boyfriend this time last year, but I wasn’t with him. He didn’t call me either. Hmmm. Well, he’s an ex now (obviously), but this was one lovely dinner, with or without him.

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We could also go back to 2009… when this happened in Dubai….

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…but to be honest I’m not entirely sure what’s happening here, or what my friend Alex was thinking, biting my head like a lion, but that was a long time ago and my younger self probably thought such a pose was hysterical. You’ll be happy to know I’m much more mature now. (ahem).

So, tonight? Well, I’m somewhere just as nice. I’m in Amsterdam, where I live and where I finally chose to stay still for a while. And a special person is cooking me dinner. He’s a very handsome man and I plan to put him in my next book in some form or other… but that’s another story. Literally.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Whether you’re single or with someone special, spread the love. xxx

Don’t forget to see if you’re one our Giveaway Winners over here!