Happy birthday to me… my books are free to download today … because sharing is good 😄

Well it’s that time again.

I mean time for the free offer on my books. Because it’s my birthday today so why not huh? FREE FREE FREE BOOKS!

If you are unfamiliar with my series I have detailed below for you a wee rundown and included the covers and blurbs or each book plus the link to Amazon UK and Amazon US 🙂 I do hope you enjoy them. Especially my newest release. That one is a wild ride!

Series Overview

Many queens – or Bhanrighs as they are known in Alba – have come and gone; but none so feared as Mòrag Stewart.

The first of her name; Mòrag struck fear into the hearts of those who sought to oppose her; so much so, that the Sasannach royals captured and held Mòrag’s daughter Catrìona in order to control the warrior queen. Their plan backfired, and the Albannach Bhanrigh unleashed her rage upon Lunnainn; burning the Sasannach capital to the ground in retaliation for the incarceration of her daughter. Little is known about events thereafter. Odd for so recent a history as this. What is known, is that the Albannach Bhanrigh met her end suddenly, mere weeks before the death of her only heir – Catrìona.

Unbeknown to all but a chosen few; an heir remained. Not just an heir to the Albannach throne, but a hybrid monarch to rival the darkness of the previous hybrid – Reginald I.

The child is delivered into the hands of Jock MacDonald when she is only hours old and he and his wife raise her in secret until she is ready to take the throne.

The child – also named Mòrag, is brought up on a farm in glen Rannoch; on the edge of Mòinteach Raineach – the Rannoch moor; where wild horses and Kelpies run together; and she can remain out of sight of those who would seek to eliminate her. The Warrior Queen Series follows Mòrag and her companions on her journey to become not only the Albannach Bhanrigh, but the second Bhanrigh to be considered as the warrior queen.

For King and Country

bk1 posterSM

Mòrag’s world is one of proud magical creatures and fierce armies bristling with steel and sorcery.

Welcome to twenty-seventh century post-apocalyptic Scotland; where immortal beasts roam wild in the countryside, mighty princes battle for power and the common folk do their best to avoid being trampled in their
wake.

Born of a forbidden coupling between the Albannach and Sasannach royal houses; Mòrag is destined to rule. But her birth righ t has been kept secret – even from her, and discovery of her royal blood could cost her life.

Mòrag is no ordinary girl. Her royal blood’s hidden talents begin to reveal themselves during her military training at Sruighlea Castle, and she is suddenly in a lot more trouble than she ever dreamed of.

Mòrag is about to enter a brutal world of conflict and turmoil which will challenge everything she knows and believes in.

Download for FREE in the UK HERE

Download for FREE in the US HERE

Chains of Blood and Steel

Chains of Blood and Steel SMt

Six months after the communication by Edward, Mòrag is still trying to piece things together. She trains daily with Colonel Tesso, in an attempt to bring her physical skills up to match her mental ones.

Brax battles with visions of his master and fears his presence will put Mòrag in danger as his mental chains are pulled tighter.

The spy-master’s daughter struggles to deal with her abusive father, hiding a secret she is prepared to take to the grave.

John who’s life has been a lie, discovers the truth about himself through Ava. Brought together after he catches her failed attempted suicide, they overcome the chains of blood and steel that imprison them.

Download for FREE in the UK HERE

Download for FREE in the US HERE

Battle of the Bannockburn

BK3 posterSMIn the smoky aftermath of the still smouldering remains of several buildings in Sruighlea Castle, chaos reigns supreme.Edward has assumed control of Sasann and proclaimed himself king, and with the Devil’s Dog is back under the controling hand of his master, no one dares challenge him.Mòrag struggles with the darkness growing inside her, and without Brax’s calming companionship, her fragile control is slipping.When Edward sends his pet to sack one of Alba’s border towns, Mòrag retaliates by striking out at Edward’s own home in Lunnainn, triggering a freefall of events that culminate in a full-scale battle on the Bannockburn.

Download for FREE in the UK HERE

Download for FREE in the US HERE

The Highland Queen

bk4 posterSMWe rejoin Mòrag and her companions in their flight from the Bannockburn battlefield. Her people are scattered and wounded. Many have been imprisoned and many more have been put to death and she — along with the surviving members of her group — are headed deep into the highlands of Alba under the blanketing safety of Alba’s artificial winter.Mòrag, still wounded from the border breach and exhausted by the use of Rhona’s blood-charm is struggling to retain control — worsened still by the capture of her Berserker Guard.The Mackenzie clan play host to the Bhanrigh in their highland stronghold of Eilean Donnain, where for the time being, they reside in relative safety. But that safety can only last so long… The highland clans continue raiding and bickering amongst themselves, and Edward’s ever oppressive forces resident in Sruighlea pose a constant threat.Mòrag can only hope that she will regain enough strength to be able to unite the opposing clans of the highlands under one banner if she is to have any chance of success against her father.

Download for FREE in the UK HERE

Download for FREE in the US HERE

Please do give me your thoughts and feedback on my work. I am self published and out there on my own so I’m doing this for you guys, not for the £. If you don’t LOVE these books I am doing something very wrong and I’d like to know about it. And while I am certain not EVERYONE will find them to their taste, I am sure that I have done my best to entertain the majority of readers 🙂 If you do love these books I would be grateful if you would give each a wee review on Amazon to show your support and encourage others to give them a go.

Please share the word.

Cheerie-bye the noo! xx

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When Professionals are ‘Incompetent’

Well worth the read. And even the very best professional can be unconsciously ignorant. My GP for example though through his reaction and my reaction to it he became consciously ignorant and went on to do in depth research on the subject. I do feel though that teachers need more support and training in the psychology and mental health issues as well as developmental disorders to ensure all children are supported as they should be.

It Must Be Mum

I was struggling significantly with the unfathomable behaviour of Peter’s head teacher until a friend reminded me about a thing called unconscious incompetence – and then it all fell into place.

With unconscious incompetence you don’t know what you don’t know.  This described many of Peter’s teachers, his SENCo and head teacher nicely.  I particularly love this description of it:

“You are blissfully ignorant: you have a complete lack of knowledge and skills in a specific area, and you’re unaware of this. Your confidence therefore far exceeds your abilities.”  (reference here)

Oh how I longed to tell them that their confidence in the subject of Special Educational Needs far exceeded their ability…..

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Sweet Ginny

“Yes, yes. And this hound—”

“Wolf, inspector. Of that I have no doubt,” the master cut in provoking a groaning expression on the exasperated inspector’s face.

“Quite… wolf then. It stalked you home did it?”

“Aye, it did that, inspector. With a hungry look in it’s eyes.”

“Hungry you say?”

“As starving and blood-thirsty a look as I ever did see, inspector.”

“Indeed.”

The long cloaked inspector marched around the room as though he owned it.

“It took my sweet Ginny!”

Ate her to be precise, ground her little body down and left only little pieces on the master’s doorstep.

“Took her you say?”

“Aye, inspector. She’s dead; I know it in my heart. Poor sweet Ginny.”

There was nothing sweet about her.

“I have gone over the scene with a fine-tooth comb, I assure you and I have found no such evidence to suggest that this girl—”

“Ginny, inspector.”

“Quite. I have found no evidence of foul play. Perhaps she has seen sense to move on to pastures new so to speak?”

“My Ginny would never leave me!” the master cried aghast.

Pity.

“I am sorry, sir. But you will just have to come to terms with the fact that the sweet woman whom you claim to love has left you.”

The inspector said his goodbyes and left the master to collapse in tears next to my bed.

“Oh Horus!” he wept, “My sweet Ginny is gone!”

I lick his hand. Yes, yes she is.

I must admit; though her nature was cruel, she sure tasted sweet.

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Hitch

Extravagant wedding feast pales in comparison to ivory skin and stormy sea-green eyes watching from across the room.

My wife sits by my side — russet ringlets falling softly, just brushing her soft, plump breasts.

She rests her head on my shoulder with a sweet sigh — her jasmine fragrance caressing my senses in the same manner that those sea-green eyes caress me from afar.

A little thing, younger than I, but far more ‘experienced.’

I wonder if the wanting is clear in my expression — I hope to hide it as they draw close.

My wife straightens and claps her hands with glee. “You made it, oh I am glad!”

We had met before, you understand, in secret. When hot panted breaths crashed like ocean waves.

I offer my hand, and smooth fingers slide across my palm when it is released.

“Rolph my darling, I am thrilled to introduce my cousin Derek.”

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One far the Scots in eh hoose

The Gingers

Wee ginger tam; he’s a teeny sma’ man; wi a fag in his gub; an a phone in his han’; far callin’ his missus; wi curses an kisses; who’s nursing a sprog; wi a dug an a mog; an twa bairns that’s driving her crazy.

Bairn number one is also a ginger; filching the biscuits and thinks he’s a ninja. Lobing them all at bairn number two — his wee sister Genie; who’s also a teeny; and right noo she’s stranglin’ the cat.

Noo, far those of you who dinnafe-ken; wee Timmy’s the sprog wi the boob in his gob; while his mammy sits ticklin’ his toes. She swallys the Bru, like there’s nuthin’ to do but sit there and drink all the ginger.

Noo you ken tae a Scot ‘ginger’ means quite a lot. Oor nature ye ken, tae make twenty frae ten — it keeps yee’s all oan yer toes!”

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Happy Valentines day! Have my books for FREE :D Coz I’m nice that way.

Well it’s that time again.

I mean time for the free offer on my books. Because valentine’s is about love and I love you all dearly — so FREE FREE FREE BOOKS! Lol what other way can I show you all my appreciation? I think this is the best way don’t you?

If you are unfamiliar with my series I have detailed below for you a wee rundown and included the covers and blurbs or each book plus the link to Amazon UK and Amazon US 🙂 I do hope you enjoy them. Especially my newest release. That one is a wild ride!

Series Overview

Many queens – or Bhanrighs as they are known in Alba – have come and gone; but none so feared as Mòrag Stewart.

The first of her name; Mòrag struck fear into the hearts of those who sought to oppose her; so much so, that the Sasannach royals captured and held Mòrag’s daughter Catrìona in order to control the warrior queen. Their plan backfired, and the Albannach Bhanrigh unleashed her rage upon Lunnainn; burning the Sasannach capital to the ground in retaliation for the incarceration of her daughter. Little is known about events thereafter. Odd for so recent a history as this. What is known, is that the Albannach Bhanrigh met her end suddenly, mere weeks before the death of her only heir – Catrìona.

Unbeknown to all but a chosen few; an heir remained. Not just an heir to the Albannach throne, but a hybrid monarch to rival the darkness of the previous hybrid – Reginald I.

The child is delivered into the hands of Jock MacDonald when she is only hours old and he and his wife raise her in secret until she is ready to take the throne.

The child – also named Mòrag, is brought up on a farm in glen Rannoch; on the edge of Mòinteach Raineach – the Rannoch moor; where wild horses and Kelpies run together; and she can remain out of sight of those who would seek to eliminate her. The Warrior Queen Series follows Mòrag and her companions on her journey to become not only the Albannach Bhanrigh, but the second Bhanrigh to be considered as the warrior queen.

For King and Country

bk1 posterSM

Mòrag’s world is one of proud magical creatures and fierce armies bristling with steel and sorcery.

Welcome to twenty-seventh century post-apocalyptic Scotland; where immortal beasts roam wild in the countryside, mighty princes battle for power and the common folk do their best to avoid being trampled in their
wake.

Born of a forbidden coupling between the Albannach and Sasannach royal houses; Mòrag is destined to rule. But her birth righ t has been kept secret – even from her, and discovery of her royal blood could cost her life.

Mòrag is no ordinary girl. Her royal blood’s hidden talents begin to reveal themselves during her military training at Sruighlea Castle, and she is suddenly in a lot more trouble than she ever dreamed of.

Mòrag is about to enter a brutal world of conflict and turmoil which will challenge everything she knows and believes in.

Download for FREE in the UK HERE

Download for FREE in the US HERE

Chains of Blood and Steel

Chains of Blood and Steel SMt

Six months after the communication by Edward, Mòrag is still trying to piece things together. She trains daily with Colonel Tesso, in an attempt to bring her physical skills up to match her mental ones.

Brax battles with visions of his master and fears his presence will put Mòrag in danger as his mental chains are pulled tighter.

The spy-master’s daughter struggles to deal with her abusive father, hiding a secret she is prepared to take to the grave.

John who’s life has been a lie, discovers the truth about himself through Ava. Brought together after he catches her failed attempted suicide, they overcome the chains of blood and steel that imprison them.

Download for FREE in the UK HERE

Download for FREE in the US HERE

Battle of the Bannockburn

BK3 posterSMIn the smoky aftermath of the still smouldering remains of several buildings in Sruighlea Castle, chaos reigns supreme.Edward has assumed control of Sasann and proclaimed himself king, and with the Devil’s Dog is back under the controling hand of his master, no one dares challenge him.Mòrag struggles with the darkness growing inside her, and without Brax’s calming companionship, her fragile control is slipping.When Edward sends his pet to sack one of Alba’s border towns, Mòrag retaliates by striking out at Edward’s own home in Lunnainn, triggering a freefall of events that culminate in a full-scale battle on the Bannockburn.

Download for FREE in the UK HERE

Download for FREE in the US HERE

The Highland Queen

bk4 posterSMWe rejoin Mòrag and her companions in their flight from the Bannockburn battlefield. Her people are scattered and wounded. Many have been imprisoned and many more have been put to death and she — along with the surviving members of her group — are headed deep into the highlands of Alba under the blanketing safety of Alba’s artificial winter.Mòrag, still wounded from the border breach and exhausted by the use of Rhona’s blood-charm is struggling to retain control — worsened still by the capture of her Berserker Guard.The Mackenzie clan play host to the Bhanrigh in their highland stronghold of Eilean Donnain, where for the time being, they reside in relative safety. But that safety can only last so long… The highland clans continue raiding and bickering amongst themselves, and Edward’s ever oppressive forces resident in Sruighlea pose a constant threat.Mòrag can only hope that she will regain enough strength to be able to unite the opposing clans of the highlands under one banner if she is to have any chance of success against her father.

Download for FREE in the UK HERE

Download for FREE in the US HERE

Please do give me your thoughts and feedback on my work. I am self published and out there on my own so I’m doing this for you guys, not for the £. If you don’t LOVE these books I am doing something very wrong and I’d like to know about it. And while I am certain not EVERYONE will find them to their taste, I am sure that I have done my best to entertain the majority of readers 🙂 If you do love these books I would be grateful if you would give each a wee review on Amazon to show your support and encourage others to give them a go.

Please share the word.

Cheerie-bye the noo! xx

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Autscriptic

Autism and expectations

You don’t look autistic.

Yes I do.

You don’t act autistic though.

Yes I do.

Yeah, but you’re not like “properly” autistic.

Yes I am.

You can make eye contact.

Yes I can.

You don’t flap all the time.

I do at birds.

You flap at birds?

I flap at birds.

Why do you flap at birds?

It would be rude not to wave at them when they wave at me.

That’s a bit weird.

Is it?

But you don’t do all that proper stimming and stuff, do you? Or do you?

Every day. Most moments of every day. See this?

Looks like a tiny bead mat.

Yup. I made it, I made lots of them, for when I lose them. I get distracted easily.

Can I have a go?

Go for it.

It feels nice.

It feels essential.

Why do you do it?

I’m an addict.

But it’s not…

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