I invite you to while away some well-deserved hours reading, smiling, and enjoying a whole lotta lovin’. ‘Sweet & Sassy – A New Beginning’, is a wonderful romantic boxed set. Now available for download at Amazon.
Sweet & Sassy: A New Beginning is an eight book multi-author boxset written by New York Times, USA Today Bestselling, and Bestselling Authors.
Despite thwarting dogs and Mother Nature’s wrath, these couples fight to begin again and forge a new path. Sometimes their second chances arrive where they least expect them or even wave through a window. Whether best friends, co-workers, or strangers, these men and women struggle with roadblocks that pop up all around them. Join us as these romances enlighten your reading time with miracles, poker games, hiding from the past, disabilities, political shenanigans, military tactics, and starting life over for a new lease on life.
Enjoy EIGHT tales of love and life’s roadblocks 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.
Devour and savour the ‘Memories of Wolves: Wolf Rain – Shamanic Initiation’. A deep and vivid poem that leads you into the memories of the wild wolf. Read and enjoy.
Love, Katy.
Memories of Wolves
Wolf Rain – Shamanic Initiation
My muzzle scents rushing blood,
Carpeting the snow red,
Fangs of the Puma.
Tore me apart seeking my heart.
Wolves snarling circling,
My brothers howl at Mother Moon,
To light the forest's dark tomb,
Ragged wounds pump scarlet terror.
They lay their teeth on my flesh,
Lifting me in soft jaws,
Clawed paws crunch through stars,
To the lair of Grandfather Bear.
Mother nuzzles, prods me
Into a nest of rancid hide,
Her muzzle snuffles death-filled slashes,
Pale eyes in white fur stare into my heart.
Black lips part and her tongue
Staunches blood, from torn side,
Ripping off rotting flesh,
Sisters join her. washing, healing,
Cooling my dream-filled fever.
They nestle around, beside, above me,
Not one inch of my flesh is left alone.
In delirium I groan and sleep to the beat
Of their protective hearts.
Three days pass full of pain,
Brothers, sisters, cubs and love.
I arise healthy again, strong,
But long for my own.
I leave their care, their safety
Travelling to the clearing by the lake.
There my brothers shake in horror, and relief,
I smile with black painted lips.
Showing sharp pointed teeth.
‘I return from the Dream Quest,
Blessed by the Great Ancestor.
Brother Puma tore apart my ignorant heart,
Sister Wolf sucked it whole again
Filling my new body
With Grandfather Wisdom.
Now I return as the Shaman, Wolf Rain.
Tonight around the fire
I will tell you of my terror,
I will tell you of my
Memories of Wolves
Copyright: Katy Walters
My lounge is a place of the heart. I think of carpets, sofas, the comfort of elderly visits. the surprise and birth of children. I remember family birthday parties with cake, blowing out candles and wishing. Spring with French doors open to roses, and horsechesnut trees. In whispers, I recall funereal buffets with soft weeping.
My study, however, is the silent home of my soul; of thoughts unspoken, turning into novels and poetry tapped out onto a plastic keyboard.
My Study
A sunlit room of oaken beams where dreams
Stream flowing through fresh windows,
Searching scarred shadows, papers shown, reams,
Of prose, doomed epitaphs, mellow.
Pastel portraits of animals long dead,
Haunting, dog running, flowers, fields,
The spring of adolescence, blossoms fed
On a winter of shattered innocence, concealed.
Figurines from ancient dynasties,
Pagan, Hindu, Buddhist, and Abrahamic,
hover in the mist of lost loyalties,
Whilst the Virgin steps on the serpent's hiss,
Outside the dark Cathedral of Trees,
Inspires, bringing sorrow to its knees.
William Blake: 1757 – 1827, is one of my favourite artists. Evocative and often dark, and rich in mysticism and philosophy, I find his work inspiring and thought provoking. His cottage is local to me and I have many fond memories of enjoying a glass of red wine in the Fox Inn, down the road from the cottage, discussing poetry and painting with a dear friend – sadly departed.
I present a small taste of Blake’s works that I really enjoy – including the famous ‘Great Red Dragon’ painting, which features prominently and terrifyingly in the Thomas Harris novel ‘Red Dragon’, the resulting movies, and also the TV series ‘Hannibal’, which I recently re watched as a dark antidote to lockdown blues.
And behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads. And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven and did cast them to the earth.
Revelations. 12:3–4 (King James Version)
The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun
Mad Song
By William Blake
The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.
Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of night,
Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with tempests play.
Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe,
After night I do crowd,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.
Hecate, by William Blake
I hope you enjoyed this taste of the genius of William Blake. I have many interesting posts that you may like. Please take some time to browse.
A few months ago, the world changed. Taking a break from my writing, I captured a precious moment outside my window. With all the global fear and confusion, I felt a longing to stay in that moment. Here is that moment, and the poem that it inspired.
The Birds Outside My Window
Can I Stay Here?
Time stood still; I was held in a bubble of joy.
Through a window, I watched our feathered friends survive.
All thought slipped away.
I became part of this simple act of nature – being.
For a few priceless moments, the world changed.
I lived with flowers, seeds, water, birds – life.
Precious moments, no threat, no fear.
In those exquisite moments, I experienced pure being,
no threat, no fear, no pandemic.
Can I stay here? Can I just Be?
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.
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?
Please take some time to visit my website, where you will find a gallery of my art and photos, contact details, and details about the many books I have written.
In these testing times, for those who need an escape, or are simply looking for a really good read, I have decided to make my time travelling Regency Romance, ‘The Sands of Seduction‘, available for FREE on Amazon Kindle for 5 days.
Fleeing from a tragic love affair, Clarrissa Culling, a talented rising artist, discovers a medieval town nestling at the foot of Arundel Castle. With a deserted coastline nearby, she is free to explore the towering dunes and paint on deserted beaches. Even if she can never escape the torment, she may heal … in time. She meets a mysterious stranger, a time traveler, posing as a modern-day entrepreneur. Against her will, she is attracted to his rugged dark looks and charming flamboyance. Yet threatening forces gather around Clary. Can Drago save her?
I hope you are all keeping safe and supporting those in most need – my husband and I are currently isolating but keeping busy. 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Remembering my canine pals. A warm, lighthearted look at dearly departed pets and their quirky habits. Whilst these memories often bring on a tear or two, I still smile at their fun-loving antics.
Before Lucy, my lovely though lively Sprocker Spaniel, my husband and I were blessed with a succession of other dogs – each with their own distinct personality. Here are some random snippets of our time with these wonderful family members.
Jim – Victor of Jimbolia – a male Hungarian Viszla
Jim – Victor of Jimbolia
Jim was our first encounter with the Viszla breed. As a side note, the breeder’s children nicknamed the pup Jimbud because of his little Buddha belly. Very independently minded with a rather crafty edge, Jim would, despite his many walks, find ways to sneak out of our house and take himself on an adventure around the town.
Taking nearby footpaths and alleyways, the wily dog kept a sharp eye out for our car as we searched for him. Sometimes we would catch a glimpse of an orange head peering around a far corner. As you would expect, he had always vanished by the time we got there.
At one time, Jim invaded the pitch at a local football match – an important fixture for the home team. Play was halted as the fearless Viszla chased both the ball and various players.
We were never surprised upon receiving a call from the local police station, where Jim became a well known felon visitor. Sheepishly we collected our errant family member, always promising to be more vigilant in future.
Most of the time, Jim would get bored and wait for us in his favourite park. He always stood, semi hidden, in some shrubs at the edge of the green, and silently submitted to being put back on the leash. As we drove back home he usually just fell asleep on the back seat.
Beth – Bethany of Bethesden – a female Hungarian Viszla
Beth – Bethany of Bethesden with Christian
After Jim sadly passed away, Beth, our second Viszla, presented us with a very different personality. Loving and motherly, Beth never took herself away on adventures, but instead kept an eye on our family. She was far more of a guard dog than Jim and would always growl through the letterbox when a stranger came to our front door.
Despite her protective motherly ways, Beth never gave up being a lapdog. We all, especially my husband, endured the pain of a large bony dog clambering up and awkwardly settling herself across our laps. She would lie there, cutting of the circulation in your legs, for as long as you could endure it.
Strangely, Beth also loved the same park as Jim, and spookily liked to play around the shrubs where Jim used to hide. After many joyful years, both Viszlas’ ashes were scattered here. My husband and I still sometimes visit the park and like to think that our beloved pets are still there, waiting for us.
Lily – the Blond Bombshell or the Disco Diva – a female Golden Retriever
Lily – the Blond Bombshell with Katy Walters
A cross between a force of nature and a ditzy Hollywood blond, Lily, the golden retriever really kept us on our toes – or our backs if we lost our balance. Extremely friendly and always happy, she would almost bowl you over as she excitedly raced over to greet you at the front door.
More than any of our previous dogs, Lily would meet and greet anyone who passed by as we walked along the promenade. Her happy go lucky nature was infectious and she demanded and always enjoyed a lot of attention. Perhaps her favourite place was the beach, where she would splash through the surf and launch herself into any large puddles she could find. In fact, she got so mucky that we often returned home to a battle in the shower.
Lily … our not so golden retriever
Lily spent many hours watching me write my latest greatest novels. I like to think she she was impressed by my ‘stream of consciousness’ writing style as I rapidly typed away, but it was probably the dog treats I kept in the drawer below.
Like her predecessors, Lily found her way into my stories. In the novel ‘The Wounded Therapist’ – part of the Doctors In Love 2 boxed set – Lily has a prominent role and even has a love interest of her own. Now that Lily has also gone, that particular book holds a special place in my heart.
So, now we have Lucy. Whilst I type away on my PC keyboard, she sits close by on the sofa. Sometimes she ignores me, but there are many times where I get the uncanny feeling that she is taking a real interest in my work. … and I’m sure the two of us have many surprising moments and adventures both real and written ahead of us.
Lucy – the feisty Sprocker Spaniel
I hope you liked these brief glimpses of my canine pals. However, I am often asked whether I might get a cat instead. Well, we’ve had cats before and, knowing their dark ways, I’m sure it would find a way to delete my precious files while I go to the loo.
Please visit my website, where you can find information on my many books and a few slideshow galleries of my artwork. Love, Katy
