0amandaThere seem to be quite a few excellent new releases coming out and although I don’t like to bombard you with all my finds, today’s is an exception. I know Amanda from Facebook and have enjoyed her amusing comments. (She also has a grumpy hubby but don’t let on I told you.) Once I discovered her books have terrific characters and a flatulent cat, I had to grant her access here and suggest you look at her work.

So, who is Amanda? Amanda Ward lives in Bedfordshire, England with her husband, three children and two insane cats. The expression ‘What you see is what you get’, sums her up perfectly.
She is the author of the novel Without Saying A Word with Books To Go Now and The MisAdventures of Pann Haggerty with Secret Cravings Publishing. She is a member of the Romance Novelists Association (RNA). As she says, “There is always some moment waiting around the corner to be written into a novel.”

Her interests include a passion for history and the royal families of Europe, romance novels, cooking, and science fiction including Doctor Who.  Of course not forgetting the great and wonderful Doris Day musicals and English costume dramas.

A perfect afternoon for Amanda would be a pot of tea, plenty of biscuits with a Doris Day film on the telly. Shared with great friends and her amazingly tolerant mother in law.

Her latest book is out today. The tagline alone sold it to me:

Getting plastered at a wedding is the sign a good time has been had, but not when it’s the bride!


VivaPannVegas_MEDThe fun and games continue as Pann Haggerty travels around America with her ‘average’ Joe on their way to Las Vegas. This time, Joe thinks he’s the one in charge, and able to handle his beloved quirky English rose.

Apparently not. Surprises, secrets and wedding bells are in store. Has Pann given Joe the answer to his big question? Read on in the second MisAdventure of Pann Haggerty.

Laugh at Pann’s antics, thrill to the romance, indulge in copious mugs of tea and try out the delicious recipes! Above all…enjoy.


“You know, Pann, this hand would look so much nicer with…”

“Don’t go down that route, Joe,” Pann scolded him. “I said I would give you an answer when I knew what it was. Why, are you feeling insecure, Joe?”

The waitress came back, pouring Joe his thick, syrup-like coffee and placing a tall frosted glass of pink milkshake, topped with whipped cream and a fresh strawberry, on the table.

Pann chuckled. What was this, a drink or dessert?

“Yes, I am,” Joe replied eventually, after taking a sip from his mug. “You are the only woman I’ve asked to marry me, and you won’t give me a definite yes or no. It feels like I’m being led around by the short and curlies.”

“Joe,” Pann admonished through gritted teeth. He sounded rather like her, and one certainly did not mention pubic hair in a dining establishment.

“Well what do you expect, Pann? I love you, and you say you love me. I can’t understand why you are dragging this on.”

“Dragging this on?” Her lips thinned with annoyance. “Joel. We are at a diner surrounded by others eating. This isn’t really the place to have this conversation.” She was trying to no avail to keep her voice calm.

“Shall we go back to the van and talk there?” Joe suggested. “I’ll make tea?”

“Sounds better than shivering in the sunshine, I guess.”

As they walked toward the van, Joe placed his arm around her shoulders. Instinctively she snuggled into his warmth, breathing in his fragrant masculine scent. Pann placed her arm around his waist, and on impulse, her hand covered his jean clad bottom. As she squeezed it, Pann smiled an impish grin.

“Wrong pocket, Pann.”

“I beg your pardon?” She tilted her head back to look at Joe.

“If you are after my wallet, it’s in the other pocket,” Joe quipped.


You can buy the book from Amazon UK or Amazon US

Find out more about Amanda and her manic life at www.amandajward.weebly.com or by clikcing on any of the links below:


Facebook * Twitter * Blog * Google+ * Email