So, yeah . . . my next full length novel is now available on Amazon. Phew, what a journey.

There are many people I'd like to thank for helping me craft this story and making it the best it can be.

Teresa Crawford did an amazing job with content editing, and without her insight, a quarter of the story wouldn't exist! Thanks so much for the direction you gave me. It's really appreciated.

Also a big thanks to Lynda Lamb who line-edited for me and made the text nice 'n shiny. It's so crazy how many of your own typos you overlook! Lol.

Then there are my betas and proofreaders and friends who helped me out too! Cheers.

So, Lenny . . .

A story that drifts in and out of the present and past to follow Lenny and Julien (cousins from the same village) and their friendship as it blurs into something much deeper and more forbidden.

It is set in Germany partly in Berlin, where I currently live, and partly in a small made-up village of Waldau. A place inspired by where my husband was raised. (That being said, the layout of the village—and the characters who lived there—are all fictional.)

This is a love story with a good dose of angst--but rest assured, there is no physical violence or death!--and it plays over 18 years.

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I was very nervous about writing this book because the characters are very close to me. I think Lenny and Julien have a lovely story to share.

It's hard to explain, but I really felt them. There were days I wanted to throw up because they were so demanding and so strong and the scenes would play over and over in my head and I needed to get it out and do it right . . .

In some ways it felt like falling in love again along with them, I rarely felt the need to eat, I couldn't sleep, they were always on my mind, I would smile as I walked about and not even realize it. But mostly I felt so sick that their story was so beautiful and I wasn't doing it justice.

But I did the best I could. And I'm now happy to share their story with you!

Please find an extract of the first chapter at www.anytasunday.com