Lyra and the Disrespectful Foxes

Hi, Lyra here!

One evening last summer I was barking in the garden when a horrible man came thundering down the hill and banged on the front door. I ran inside as soon as my human opened the door, because the man was really scary. He said to my human, β€˜Can you take your dog in, it’s been barking for ages and it’s getting on my nerves.’ My human was so angry she slammed the door in his face.

She carried on talking to him even after he’d gone, which was odd, because he was no longer there to listen. β€˜The dog wasn’t barking for that long,’ she said. β€˜Dogs bark round here all the time and no one takes any notice. Who are you anyway, you’re not one of the neighbours. I suppose you’re a tourist from one of the airbnb’s – in which case, you’ve got no business moaning about my dog. If you don’t like dogs barking, don’t come here, go and stay in a hotel and leave us residents in peace.’

I’m glad she stuck up for me, because she’s not always on my side about barking. Sometimes she tells me off and asks why I’m barking β€˜at nothing.’ Well, let me tell you, it’s not at nothing – I’m barking at the foxes, who are a pain in the neck. They come to the back fence in the evenings and disrespect me.

β€˜Ooh, look at the pretty little whippet,’ they say, in sneering tones. β€˜Spoilt little princess who sleeps on a soft cosy bed indoors and gets given her food in a bowl. She can’t even escape from that garden to go on adventures. We go hunting every night, and it’s fun!’

It’s true that I can’t escape from the garden, or I’d soon sort them out. Sometimes when I’m not looking, one of them sneaks in through the fence – I don’t know how, because as far as I can see, there’s no way through.

β€˜Look at me!’ he’ll say. β€˜I’m on your territory – what you gonna to do about it?’ The answer is nothing, because I’m never quite quick enough to catch him – he’s out again before I can turn around. Then they all start laughing and jeering. β€˜Too slow!’ they say. β€˜That’s what you get for lying around on a soft bed and eating from a bowl – you’re too slow to catch a tortoise!’

So all I can do is bark. It’s lucky my human can’t understand dog language, or she’d make me wash out my mouth for swearing.

Looking for a fun story for a young reader? Check out theΒ Bad Boy WizardΒ series and find out what happens when a naughty boy meets his own ghost and discovers he can do magic. New book coming in May!

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The Cosmic Dustbin is FREE this weekend!

The Cosmic Dustbin is free to download until Wednesday – spooky fun for kids age 7-11! Can the magic contained in the Cosmic Dustbin make Charlie all-powerful, or is it a load of dangerous rubbish? And will he be tempted to find out? Check out Sally’s blog for an excerpt and review.

Many thanks to Sally for this wonderful promo opportunity, and for her continuing encouragement and support. She really is a good friend to us writers.

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National Whippet Day!

Hi everyone, Lyra here! Today I’m a happy whippet, because it’s National Whippet Day in the UK. It’s wonderful that we whippets have our very own day – and well deserved, I say. It’s only right there should be a special day to celebrate such a beautiful breed.

Now, you’d think my human would want to celebrate such an important day, or at least let me spend it doing what I want. We whippets are lazy by nature, and for once she should let me be lazy and enjoy some R&R.Β But no – she wants me to go to school.

I’m at the back of the class, as usual

‘You’ll enjoy it when you get there and see your friends,’ she says. She always says that, and yes, I do enjoy seeing my friends, but we don’t get to do much playing, which is what I really like to do when I see my friends. Most of the time at school is taken up with training exercises. I really think she could let me have today off, particularly as yesterday was a work day with the Therapy Hounds.

I think I should be allowed to spend the evening chilling out with my favourite book.

What do you think?

Looking for a fun story for a young reader? Check out the Bad Boy Wizard series and find out what happens when a naughty boy meets his own ghost and discovers he can do magic. New book coming in spring!

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New Year Nonsense

I can hardly believe it – my human has been fat-shaming me! She says I’m looking a bit overweight, and I might need to go on a diet and take more exercise, because it’s not good for whippets to be overweight.

Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t agree. Do I look overweight to you?

I can only conclude she’s got caught up in all this β€˜New Year’ nonsense. Humans seem to go mad in January, declaring it to be a new year and time to make a new start, to stop being the terrible people they were last year and turn themselves into someone different and better. As far as I can see, it doesn’t work – by the end of the year most of them are no different than they were at the end of the year before, and they have to do it all over again.

The trouble is, it’s just not sustainable. They’re tired from all the Christmas shopping and partying, and they don’t have the energy to keep going to those torture chambers they call β€˜gyms’ once the novelty has worn off, especially if they’re living on lettuce and weird green drinks. That’s barely enough to keep out the cold, never mind fuel a morning of gruelling exercise.

They’d have more chance of keeping up the good work if they began in the spring, after a good rest. According to my fairy friends, that’s when the real new year begins – in March, when the Earth comes back to life and things start growing again. I don’t see much of the fairies in winter, as they very sensibly retreat into their own world while the Earth is sleeping (apart from a few goblins, like the ones who entice me into mischief on walks). But in spring they come back to work on Earth and help the new leaves and flowers into the world. It truly is a time of new beginnings, and with more sunlight and nourishing food, humans would have the energy to stick to their good intentions. As it is, most of them have given up on their resolutions by March.

It’s typical of human foolishness to plonk their new year in the middle of winter. Apparently, the date was set by some old Roman called Julius Geezer, and it has stuck ever since. I can’t understand why we have to stick with something that was decided thousands of years ago, but that’s humans for you – once some supposedly ‘important’ man has decided something’s a good idea, no one can be bothered to change it. They call it β€˜tradition’, and once something’s a tradition, it might as well be set in stone.

Fortunately I’m not a human, and I don’t have to stick to their traditions. I don’t need to make myself into a better dog – I’m perfect already!

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Season’s Greetings from Lyra

Hi, Lyra here!

I don’t know what all the fuss is about this time of year. I don’t know why we have to go on a long car journey to a different place to see different people. I don’t know why I don’t get to eat all the delicious-smelling food that’s around. But I do know I get lots of treats and at least one brand-new toy, which is great.

The boy in Annabelle’s books doesn’t get much for Christmas because his mother doesn’t think he deserves decent presents. He only gets a grubby jumble-sale stuffed toy (which he’s too old for) from his mother, and a box of handkerchiefs from his Aunt Lobelia. Annabelle says she sometimes used to get a box of handkerchiefs at Christmas. She would pretend to be grateful to whoever had given it, but secretly she thought it was a terrible present for a child.

It would be a terrible present for a dog as well. Some of the dogs in the training class I go to have been trained to fetch a handkerchief, but I can’t see the point of that. I’ll only fetch something that’s worth fetching, like a ball or a toy.

I’m glad no one gives me handkerchiefs at Christmas – though I would enjoy destroying the box!

BEST WISHES FOR A JOYFUL AND MAGICAL YULE!

Looking for a last minute gift for a young reader? Check out the Bad Boy Wizard series and find out what happens when a naughty boy meets his own ghost and discovers he can do magic. Perfect reading for the holiday season!

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The Lost Lullaby by Alex Rose: a deeply creepy read!

Out today – The Lost Lullaby by Alex Rose

Maggie is a writer who rents an isolated cottage in Cornwall so she can β€˜get back to herself’. Instead she ends up losing more and more of herself to the malevolent force that haunts the cottage.

We don’t find out much about Maggie, except that she lives in London and wishes to escape from its constant distractions in order to write her β€˜great British novel’ in peace and quiet. The cottage has no electricity or running water, but it’s alive with a terrible intelligence that has no interest in her writing project and soon makes it clear its needs are more important than hers. From the moment she steps inside, it’s as if she’s entered another time – or even another dimension – where it’s impossible to write, impossible to escape, and impossible to tell the difference between dream and reality. The story is told from inside her head as she slowly unravels in the claustrophobic grip of the house’s relentless power.

No explanations are offered, rational or otherwise, for the haunting, and there are few details to anchor the reader to past, future or the outside world. Instead, the author places us firmly in the present moment, using language skilfully to craft a story that gives us the experience of a prolonged nightmare, with that peculiar sense of menace that only comes in dreams.

I received an ARC of this book in return for my honest and impartial review.

Buy links: Amazon US Amazon UK

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The Cosmic Tricksters are getting more powerful! #AI #scams

There are two types of people who are regularly pestereed by scammers – middle-aged women, and indie writers. Since I’m both of these things, I’m a prime target. If I got as many book sales as messages from scammers and bots, I’d be a millionaire.

Romance scammers tend to target middle-aged women. I’m not looking for romance, so these are easily dismissed; they’re also easily spotted. If I get a cheesy message saying β€˜Hey beautiful, how are you doing?’ accompanied by a photo of a George Clooney lookalike with grey stubble, I immediately block the sender and move on. To be honest, I don’t know how anyone falls for this kind of crap.

The scammers who target writers are more sophisticated, and not so easy to ignore. A while ago, I received an email that began like this:

β€œDear Annabelle Franklin,

The Astral GatecrashersΒ is a wonderfully witty and imaginative fantasy adventure that brings together the ordinary, the magical, and the downright mischievous. With Charlie’s discovery of his hidden powers, Morgan’s free-spirited roots, and Jack’s astral mischief colliding into a whirlwind of chaos, readers are treated to a story brimming with humor, heart, and spine-tingling danger. It’s a vibrant mix of magic, mayhem, and coming-of-age that will resonate with fans of quirky urban fantasy and adventurous YA storytelling…”

I thought, wow, what a wonderful review! Then I scrolled down and saw the sender was offering marketing services. My Spidey senses tingling, I checked it out with the Copyleaks AI text detector, and guess what? 100% AI. Now Copyleaks isn’t 100% accurate, but the marketing spiel alone told me this was someone who wanted my cash.

Here’s another:

β€œSo I stumbled acrossΒ The Cosmic Dustbin, and I’ll admit I was bracing myself for another β€œwizard saves the world” kind of story. But wow, you completely flipped the script. Instead of the same old fantasy formula, you gave us chaos, humor, and heart all tangled together in this wonderfully strange, imaginative world. Charlie Busby isn’t just another trainee wizardβ€”he’s the kind of character who could prank Harry Potter into therapy. And that Trickster? Absolute genius. It’s the perfect blend of mischief and meaning that keeps readers grinning even while they’re holding their breath. Then I checked your Amazon page… and it felt way too quiet for a story this fun. Like, did Amazon accidentally sweep your book into the actual Cosmic Dustbin?” etc, etc.

This one was spooky. Not only did it look like they’d read the book, but they also appeared to have tapped into an ongoing cause of frustration for me – my books don’t follow a tired old fantasy formula, but I can’t seem to get that across in my blurbs and pitches. Wouldn’t I just love it if someone else could do that for me! I could actually have fallen for this, except I got the email just ONE HOUR after I published The Cosmic Dustbin, and there’s no way anyone could have read the book in that time!

I’ve done a bit of digging, and these scams are absolutely rife. They’re mainly run by a Nigerian gang who scrape information about your book and feed it into a chatbot that generates a flattering review, to make it look like they’re read the book and are offering a genuine service. Their emails generally point out that you haven’t got many reviews and a book as brilliant as yours should be getting a lot more attention.

Of course writers want attention for their books without having to do all the boring marketing stuff (especially if they’re as rubbish at marketing as I am). That’s what these scammers are banking on, and people are falling for it, otherwise they wouldn’t carry on doing it. I like to think I’m pretty good at swatting bots, but with AI improving all the time I know I can’t afford to be complacent.

It just seems a shame that these pests see indie writers as easy cash, when we’re among the most poorly paid people on the planet!

Further reading

Writer Beware https://writerbeware.blog/2025/08/01/return-of-the-nigerian-prince-a-new-twist-on-book-marketing-scams/

Anne R Allen https://annerallen.com/2025/11/update-on-ai-book-marketing-scams/

Find it here

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A Free Kids’ Book for Spook Season!

I’m a big fan of Halloween – I love all things spooky, and Halloween is a fun festival without all the hype and hysteria that goes with Christmas.

I’m particularly happy this Halloween, because Book 3 of my Bad Boy Wizard series has just come out and it’s free to download on Amazon until Sunday – so if you or your kids want something spine-chilling and super-spooky to read this weekend, The Cosmic Dustbin could be just the thing! It can be enjoyed as a standalone or as part of the series.

Here’s a taster…

Charlie drifted off to sleep and dreamed he was in the Cosmic Dustbin, a vast, dark dimension with no gravity, full of stinky psychic garbage and ravenous astral maggots. A Cosmic Trickster called Applepivi was telling him all about the amazing Power of Rubbish, which could get him anything he wanted.

He’d once visited the Cosmic Dustbin for real, and it was a place he’d never wanted to see again. Part of him knew he was dreaming now, and he tried to wake up; but Applepivi kept distracting him with talk of castles, world fame and unlimited magical power.

Hours later, he woke with a shuddering gasp, to find the room in darkness. Horace snored in the bed next to his, and Mrs Busby’s snores rumbled through the wall.

The psychic stink of his dream hung in the stuffy air, making his skin crawl and his toffee-coloured hair stand on end. He tried to push the nightmare out of his mind, and got up to do the homework the local Magician had set him.

He lit a candle, placed it in a saucer on the floor and sat cross-legged in front of it, focusing on the flame and trying not to think about anything else. This was meant to build up his magical muscles, but he found it hard to concentrate with his stomach churning and goose bumps breaking out on his back.

β€˜Still doing the candle concentration, I see,’ said a voice, making Charlie jump. He looked up and saw a spectral figure in Elizabethan dress hovering near a pile of grubby old toys in the corner.

β€˜Oh… hi, Jack,’ he said.

β€˜You’re a bit twitchy, aren’t you?’ said the ghost. β€˜Surely you’re not scared of me?’

β€˜Don’t be stupid! Of course not.’

β€˜You’re scared of something, though,’ said Jack. β€˜What is it?’

β€˜Oh, nothing much… I just had a bit of a bad dream, that’s all.’

Charlie didn’t want to go into details. The dream still felt too close, and talking about it might make it burst through into the waking world.

Jack pursed his lips. β€˜You don’t want to let a dream scare you. Fear is a magician’s worst enemy. It ruins your concentration, and you end up manifesting the very things you’re afraid of…’

Can the magic in the Cosmic Dustbin really make Charlie all-powerful, or is it a load of dangerous rubbish? And will he be tempted to find out? Get your FREE copy here.

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Killer Food!

Being an anxious person I really can’t stand scaremongering, and there’s far too much of it in the media. For instance, there’s the Cancer Research UK ad where the man with the doom-laden voice says β€œ1 in 2 of us WILL get cancer in our lifetime”. How can they possibly know that for sure? And why plant such a negative message in our consciousness? It’s almost like they’re trying to make us sick!

Then there’s all the hype and hysteria about processed foods. The other night there was a documentary with fitness β€˜guru’ Joe Wicks claiming that 60-70% of the food we eat is killing us. I couldn’t even bring myself to watch it, as I knew it would irritate me.

I might have mentioned before that I don’t get on with vegetables. They seem to need a lot done to them before they’re edible, and I just don’t have the time or the energy. This means I end up eating quite a bit of processed food, and I really don’t need to hear that it’s going to give me cancer – especially when these claims are so grossly exaggerated. The London Evening Standard has done some research into this, and their article says the percentage of high-risk foods is closer to 20%. The worst you can say about most processed food is that it doesn’t have much nutritional value. I can live with that, as long as it keeps me going.

You can read the article here: https://www.standard.co.uk/lifestyle/joe-wicks-documentary-protein-bars-licensed-to-kill-b1251709.html

If you want to read something more fun, my kids’ book The Great Vegetable Invasion is free to download on Kindle until October 14th. The killer food in this story will put Joe Wicks’s homicidal protein bar to shame!

Like most things in Upper Bottom, the vegetables in Fiasco’s supermarket are BORING. Mr Fiasco has special processing machines that remove all the dirt and knobbly bits. They also remove all the goodness and flavour, but the grownups don’t mind that, because Fiasco’s vegetables look nice and tidy and they never go off.

When bungling trainee wizard Charlie Busby uses magic to make Mr Fiasco’s machines produce vegetables that taste good, he accidentally creates vengeful monsters intent on β€˜processing’ the villagers! Can Charlie put a stop to this disaster, or is it the end for Upper Bottom – and possibly the world?

 

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Spiders, spiders, everywhere!

I might have mentioned before that I’m not a fan of autumn – not least because it’s the season when spiders come in from the cold. Autumn has started early this year, which means even more spiders indoors.

I used to be terrified of spiders, but I’ve had to get used to them. Living in the country, in a wooden cabin, I find it virtually impossible to keep them out. I’m plagued with the little critters all year round, and I’m constantly knocking down cobwebs. They seem to build the things at supernatural speed, and it’s a total nightmare trying to keep on top of them.

This situation inspired Chapter 3 of The Cosmic Dustbin, the third book in my Bad Boy Wizard series. Charlie Busby’s latest magical dabblings have made him the plaything of the Cosmic Trickster and his power has gone out of control, making his nightmares come true. When he dreams the whole house is festooned in cobwebs, he wakes up to find something like THIS:

Here’s a short extract:

  1. Cosmic Cobwebs

Charlie didn’t have a good night’s sleep. His dreams were muddled and vivid, like fast-edit cartoons, and many of them involved the Cosmic Trickster. In the final dream, the whole house was suffocating in cobwebs.

He woke up hot and sweaty, his limbs tangled in the duvet. When he managed to get free, he found his bed smothered in cobwebs. So was Horace’s, and so was everything in the room. Canopies of cobwebs hung from the ceiling and covered the windows like dirty net curtains.

I must still be dreaming! he thought. But even after he’d pinched himself blue, the cobwebs were still there.

β€˜What’s happened?’ groaned Horace, emerging from a grey cocoon.

Before Charlie could answer, the bedroom door opened, its cobweb curtain coming apart with a soft tearing sound. Mrs Busby shuffled in, cloaked in cobwebs from head to foot. She looked like a large grey ghost.

β€˜The whole house is full of cobwebs!’ she said, peeling them off her dyed-orange hair. β€˜It must be an infestation of those tropical spiders!’

Horace pulled the duvet up to his chin, then pushed it away again as its cobweb coating touched his face. β€˜What are we going to do?’ he wailed.

β€˜Charlie is going to get up and clear away this mess, that’s what,’ said Mrs Busby.

β€˜Eh?’ said Charlie, clawing cobwebs away from his mouth. β€˜Why me?’

β€˜Because I’m telling you to, Charlie. Just be helpful for once in your life.’

β€˜But it’s not my fault! It was spiders who did it, not me!’

β€˜I can hardly get the spiders to clean it up, can I? Stop arguing and get dressed, before I lose my temper.’

Charlie groped his way through the cobwebs to the window seat, where a pile of his clothes lay under a blanket of grey fluff. He fished out some shorts and a T-shirt and put them on. Horace was still sitting up in bed, his face a frozen mask of horror and disgust.

β€˜Are you going to come and help me with this horrible job?’ said Charlie.

β€˜No! There might still be spiders in them. I’m staying right here till they’re all gone.’

β€˜Coward,’ muttered Charlie, and left the room.

The landing looked dim and ghostly, with cobwebs veiling the window and coating the carpet. The banisters were festooned with them, and Charlie shuddered as he waded downstairs. He didn’t mind spiders, but the thought of a whole lot of them lurking in this mess was pretty creepy. He kept thinking he could feel them crawling on his legs.

Not that he was afraid of being bitten. No earthly spiders had built this citadel of cobwebs. This was a magical phenomenon…

Bad Boy Wizard 3: The Cosmic Dustbin is out this Halloween! You can find Books 1 and 2 here.

NB – AI images do not appear in my books.

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