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The Wounded Healer: Diary of a Therapist

Romance, suspense. grief and joy! Doctors, psychotherapists … and strong-minded pets. A book to read on a sunny afternoon in the garden, or on the beach, or maybe bedtime. I’ll leave you to find out the ending. Happy reading.

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Sunday 14th June to Thursday 18th June


Dr. Sophie Lampton’s fiance disappears. When still missing after a year of extensive searches by police, family, and friends, Sophie succumbs to a social anxiety disorder that threatens her new practice as a psychologist. Her best friend, Dr. Rachael Morse, a sexual psychologist, urges her to seek the help of a renowned professor of psychology, Seth Hunter. The phobia stops her from seeking his help. Rachael is determined Sophie should be treated. She books an appointment with the professor.
Sophie reluctantly attends a session with Seth but breaks down as panic overwhelms her. Can Seth help her? Can he cut through the paralyzing tentacles of the disorder?


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Will you encounter the Maid of the Forest?

During these extraordinary times of lock-down and financial uncertainty, please enjoy a few hours of exciting reading with the ‘Maid of the Forest’, a time travelling fantasy romance.

This book is FREE from the 5th May to the 9th May with my best wishes. Just click the Links below.


Tania Roberts inherits a centuries-old cottage. Rumours of supernatural happenings in the dark forest do not deter Tania. However, days before she and her fiance decide to move in, Gary disappears.
Tania’s friend Clara Price moves in to support her as she waits for news of her missing fiance. They begin a thorough search of the cottage. A search that will take them through time to a distant world of the ancient Tree people, A dangerous yet beautiful world that threatens and enchants, a world where shape-shifting wolves roam with ferocious bears, a world where Lord Devlin the Black Warrior, travels with his squire, the mighty Prince of Ansgar Drunraig. They tread warily for it is a place of sacred groves, and many dangers.
It is in the deadly enchanted forest that Lord Devlin would encounter Forestyne, the Maid of the Forest, a powerful sorceress of the Tree People.


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Lose Yourself As The Lady Loses A Shoe!

In these troubling times, for those who are isolating, lonely, low on funds, or are simply looking to escape into another world, I have decided to make my exciting Regency Romance, ‘The Lady Loses A Shoe‘, available for FREE on Amazon Kindle for 5 days.

With love and keep safe,
Katy

FREE: 23rd March until 27th March


Lady Rosamond Whitney agrees to attend the Little Season in support of her widowed friend Lady Harriett Templeton. However, she has no wish to find a husband for herself as her heart lies elsewhere.
After visiting the modiste they go to a local coffee house, unaware of the danger ahead.
Enter the Lord Sebastian, 6th Marquess of Delmoor, a renowned rakehell and hero of the Battle of Waterloo. On their way, to Bath, they stop for coffee at the local coffee house little realising they would be fighting a rapacious group of drunken dandiprats intent on dishonouring Lady Rosamond and Lady Harriett.


PLEASE NOTE: This novel is an abridged and edited version of Nurse to the Marquis.

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They’re ‘Cute But Crazy’ … and finally let loose!

In these tragic, troubling times, whether your isolated, getting by, or on the front-lines, I invite you to while away some well-deserved hours reading, smiling, and laughing. The ‘Cute But Crazy – Wacky Wonderful Women’ romantic comedy boxed set is now available for download at Amazon.

Undeterred by misadventures and challenges, these strong-willed ladies take life and love by the ears, embracing the men they have chosen through good times and bad. Furious ex-wives – ghosts and angels with their own agendas – the challenges of PTSD and imaginary friends – even Cupid, chickens, and a bumper crop of marijuana won’t get in the way of true love for these wacky, wonderful women. You can call them cute. Just don’t call them crazy.


Enjoy EIGHT side-splitting tales of love and screw-ups from this international slate of USA Today and NY Times Bestselling Authors.


I hope you are all keeping safe and supporting those in most need – my husband and I are currently isolating. Please enjoy my website. You will find information on my many books and even a gallery with photos and slideshows of my artwork. Love, Katy.

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The Music That Inspired my Fowl Romance

I almost never write without music in the background. Music enhances my emotions and it’s influence inevitably finds it’s way into my work. When writing my Rhonan Trilogy – a supernatural historical romance set mainly in early 19th century Scotland – I turned to a playlist of atmospheric Celtic inspired tunes and even a couple of Jeremy Soule tracks from the almighty Skyrim video game.

For my romantic comedy, ‘Listen to the Chicken’, soon to be released in the marvellous boxed set, ‘Cute but Crazy‘, I found that a different style of music was more appropriate. Using novel musicality, the rasping poultry tones sent me soaring to new heights of inspiration. I hope you may also find inspiration in this beautifully fowl rendition of Satie’s ‘Gymnopedie no. 1’.

TwoSetViolin performing chicken version of Satie’s Gymnopedie No.1

The ‘Cute but Crazy‘ boxed set, that includes ‘Listen to the Chicken‘ plus seven other hilarious romantic novels is released on 20th March 2020.

Pre-order ‘Cute but Crazy’


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Now, you can Return to Rhonan – where love spans the centuries.

You can Return to Rhonan for FREE! Immerse yourself in a spellbinding supernatural historical romance with elements of time travel! ‘Return to Rhonan‘ the first in the Rhonan trilogy, by USA Today bestselling author, Katy Walters. On Free Promotion from 6th March to 9th March.

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On Free Promotion from 6th March to 9th March.

Return to Rhonan – a supernatural historical romance.

1810: The Scottish Highlands. Secret lovers Muriall Mondell and Lord Duncan of Rhonan fight for the lives of evicted tenants. Lord Maximillian, member of the infamous Hell Fire Club, preys on young women to take part in rituals. His intent is to conjure a demon – the prize Muriall’s soul.

Present day: New York. American psychotherapist Jessica McGregor’s dreams are haunted by the lovers of two hundred years ago. Jess travels to Scotland in search of them. Drawn by the ruined castle in the grounds, she books into the Rhonan Manor Hotel. Shocked, she recognizes the owner of the hotel, the brooding Lord Douglas of Rhonan, as the dream lover. Deep in the bowels of the ruined castle, a demon gathers strength.


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On Free Promotion from 6th March to 9th March.

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Canine Collaborator

Slumping back in my chair, after spending an age editing the structure of an awkward sentence, I am almost ready to engage in writer vs monitor pugilism. Instead, I take a breath and reach over to stroke my dog’s head. Lucy, my attentive Sprocker Spaniel, looks up from her vantage point on the sofa – her sofa – and happily receives the attention.

“Little help?” I ask.

Lucy tilts her head in a quizzical manner, her shaggy ears flopping to the side. For a moment, we gaze at one another, staring deep into each other’s eyes, as if telepathically comparing notes. With a smile, I return to my keyboard and tentatively edit the sentence. Not quite there, but a good start.

“Thank you, Lucy”, I say, briskly stroking her head. She does not reply, not even a nod … because of course, she is a dog.


Do you have a canine collaborator, or some other pet that helps you with your writing?

Love,
Katy

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Return to Rhonan

Hello dear Readers. I do hope you enjoy the video. This is my first attempt at including a video, fingers crossed it works. I have also included an excerpt from the first chapter of the trilogy Return to Rhonan.

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It was Jessica’s late stepmother’s wish to travel to Scotland to discover whether the myth of the family’s Scottish origin was true.  Grieving, Jessica decides to go to Scotland to find the truth.

Drawn by chance to a hotel, formerly a castle, in the wilds of Scotland, Jess is shocked when she recognizes the owner, Lord Douglas Mavebury of Rhonan. He is the double of the brooding Lord Duncan of her dreams. Jess is stunned when she visits the family gallery and is faced with a portrait of a woman named Muriall, the woman of her dreams.

Danger stalks the rooms of the remote hotel.

CHAPTER 1 – Return to Rhonan (Excerpt)

Jessie knelt by the side of the bed, her hot tears falling on the still hand. ‘I’m sorry, so sorry.’

She raised her head to the squeak of the bedroom door opening. ‘Uncle Tom?  Oh God.’ An older man strode across to the four-poster bed.  ‘Jessie, my dear child.  It’s an awful shock …’ 

‘I wish I hadn’t hurt her. Why couldn’t she understand?’

‘Prissy loved you, Jess. You were her main reason for living.’

‘How can I go on without her?’

Taking her hand, he said, ‘you have to be strong, my darling.  You made the right choice for you. We all have the right to choose our own lives. You can—’ He broke off as he sniffed the air. ‘Seaweed?  Now, where is that coming from?’

Jessie smelt it too. ‘We’re not far from the docks.’

 Neither were aware of the wraithlike figure beside her.    

Gently, her uncle handed Jessie a tissue, as he led her to a carved mahogany chair. ‘Come, come and sit down.’ 

Jessie took the tissue, her voice still choking. 

He guided her to a sofa, unaware of the wraith gliding behind them.

***

 St. Brigid’s thronged with mourners and parishioners paying their respects to Priscilla Elizabeth McGregor. Jessie fingered the locket handed down through the generations from Grandma Morag.  Prissy always kept it locked away in her safe. Yet, as if having a premonition of her death, she had given it to Jess admonishing her to keep it safe.  Jess could almost sense her stepmother’s fingers on the old gold; hear her voice. ‘This is for you now, Jess. Keep it safe.’

Feeling Peter press her hand, she turned her head to him, the intensity of his eyes searing through the grief.  She saw the smile full of compassion, the cut of his jaw, the muscled arms that held her to his heart as she wept through the night hours. They’d been together for three years, in a relationship without ties. Gently, he turned the page of the hymnbook for her, although her voice choked over the words, ‘Abide with me, fast falls the eventide.’  

 Where did Prissy abide now?  Was her spirit now with her Scottish ancestors? Or, was she standing beside her coffin willing Jessie to see her spirit form?  She prayed her stepmother was in her heaven, wherever that might be.  She had helped so many people achieve their dreams.  McGregor Hotels served the community and individuals in so many ways.  

 Guilt crept in, as she remembered her aunt’s words. ‘Your future lies with the business, how could you forsake it – me? This isn’t about hotels, bricks, and mortar.  It’s about life, helping, reaching out to the thousands of the desolate and homeless, and all you can think about is your damn psychology.’

Uncle Tom’s words drifted into her mind. ‘You were never meant to enter the business. You are a healer Jess. The one is as important as the many.  Heal one heart, and you heal whole families.  It stretches out like ripples in a pond.  Remember that.’

 She glanced up at the coffin, to the wreaths of roses and lilies, the flowers, a beautiful place reflecting her stepmother’s soul. 

Keeping close to Peter’s side with her Uncle and cousin Grant near, she watched her stepmother interred in the family mausoleum; her name engraved under that of Jessie’s mother, Miriam, a young mother who took her life. 

Later at the reception, mingling among the guests, Jessie glanced at the maids in black dresses with frilled white aprons serving canapés, as young male waiters offered drinks or champagne from sterling silver trays.  Struggling to keep her face composed, she looked over to her cousin Dinah, helping to carry the load of greeting and listening to the mourners who flocked to the wake. They’d been friends for years, sharing a room at University until she’d met Peter. Now they had a therapy practice together.  Today, Dinah looked sophisticated with her pale white skin and dark brown hair swept up into a sleek chignon, her ample curves snugly fitting a black dress. 

The afternoon dragged on interminably.  Jessie just wanted to be alone, to sit with a glass of wine and reflect.  Pete took her hand, ‘How about you and I get out for a while later. ‘Go to the Park, take a ride – take a hamper.’

‘I couldn’t – I just want to go to bed and get over today.’

Fresh air would help you sleep. Come on, let’s do it.’

She knew if she went to bed early, she would follow the usual pattern of tossing and turning, with a kaleidoscope of fragmented memories flowing before her tortured eyes.   A quiet ride in the park, followed by a picnic by the waters of the reservoir glimmering in moonlight, might lift her from the grief that gave her no respite.

Silently, she apologized to her stepmother as she nodded. ‘Later then.’


I’ll be back soon with more content. Have a fulfilling and lovely week. Love, Katy.

The epic beautiful music on my video is called Dawn, composed by Serge Pavkin, and is available here on Soundcloud.