#New #Release Guitars and Cupcakes.

guitarsandcupcakes1sI never thought that this day would come. It’s been a rough old couple of months. The muse has been AWOL and every time I started a story, doubt wormed his way in. I wasn’t good enough. Guitars and Cupcakes went through several stages and its only because of the people who stood by me and didn’t let me give up that it’s here now. Be sure to add it to you #TBR lists.


It shouldn’t work… 

Clayton Heaton, a mechanic with a love of music, doesn’t believe in long term relationships. The girl who makes mouth-watering cookies is about to change his mind. 

Lily Collins, a baker with a past she can’t forget, can’t risk having her heart broken again. A man who sings from the soul is determined to prove to her that not all men are the same.



He drank in the sight of her body. Then she turned. Lily yelped in surprise and dropped a tray. The clanking of it hitting the floor shattered the peace that had been created by her song.

“Oh Christ, are you okay?” Clayton moved around the counter and started to help her retrieve her things from off the floor.

She pulled earphones out of her ears. “What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?” she accused, roughly pushing the tray toward him. Clayton took it and got to work cleaning up. Her cheeks were red but this time it wasn’t a blush. Anger. He’d frightened her. The plan had been simple. Unleash the Heaton charm and get a date with the redhead. But she certainly wasn’t in the right mood now. As Lily stood and disappeared back into the kitchen, Clayton finished picking up the cookies, then followed her. The kitchen was clean, well, if he didn’t count the bowls and trays on the counter. She’d ended up leaning against the sink, her head bowed, and he caught sight of her hands shaking. Damn, he’d really scared her.

“Lily?” He placed the plate onto the counter. Her slender shoulders were tight and when she turned, her lips parted. Clayton raised his hand, stopping whatever she’d been about to say. “I know I’m starting to sound like a broken record, but I’m sorry.”

Her chest rose and fell, more under control than a few seconds before. “What are you doing here so early?”

Well, I wanted to ask you out. I’ve been thinking of you constantly since yesterday. I want to find out if those lips of yours taste as good as they look. “I woke up early and thought I’d come here for a coffee.”

She raised one eyebrow. “You don’t have coffee at home?”

But then you wouldn’t be there, and seeing you makes the day worthwhile. “Not as good as yours.” Clayton shrugged off his guitar case and balanced it against a large dishwasher.

Lily’s eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”

He took off his jacket and placed it on a hook on the wall. “I’m going to help you replace the biscuits you lost. It’s the least I can do.” She looked torn. Lily didn’t want him to stay, that much was obvious, but he couldn’t just leave her to clean up when it had been his fault. Clayton rolled up his sleeves. “Come on, free labor right here. Do I have to beg before you let me help? I’ll get on my knees if you want.”

A small smile pulled at her lips. “I find it hard to believe that you’ve begged for anything before.”

He took a step toward her. The urge to touch her nearly overwhelmed him. “I bet I can make you beg for something.” Clayton glanced down at her. The rise and fall of her chest, accentuated by that tight t-shirt, and the scent of vanilla was all a dangerous assault to his senses.

Lily nibbled at her bottom lip but didn’t seem capable of meeting his eyes. “I don’t doubt that.” 


Find it at

Evernight: (currently discounted) http://www.evernightpublishing.com/guitars-and-cupcakes-by-ella-grey/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Guitars-Cupcakes-Ella-Grey-ebook/dp/B00S7MWP7Y/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1421268375&sr=1-1&keywords=guitars+and+cupcakes

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-guitarsandcupcakes-1724426-149.html



#tantalizingtuesdays – The Perfect Kiss

Every Tuesday some writers get together and we plot to take over the world…um okay not the world exactly but for one day we chose a picture and write 200 words about it. For those who read my blog you’ll know I haven’t done this in a while. Actually I’m sure its been half a year or so, maybe more. Well I decided to get back on board. I write a lot more flash fiction these days and I’m finding real enjoyment for it. So without any further delay, here’s my piece. Make sure to check out everyone’s by following the link below. Also I borrowed the picture from the first Spiderman movie, well the remake but you get the idea. 🙂


The Perfect Kiss

Ella Grey (2015)

I think I’m going to be sick. Jenny took a deep breath. No, that would be a really bad idea. You’ve been wanting this for months, the perfect moment. The perfect kiss. The pep talk really didn’t help, her stomach was twisted in knots. The beat of her heart thumped in her ears. Her palms were sweaty. If Drew noticed that she was about to pass out from the anticipation, he didn’t show it. He reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her breath caught. This is ridiculous. I should have kissed him, not built up the expectation until it reach unbearable levels. What the hell was I thinking? This is going to go wrong. I’ll end up kissing his nose and making a fool out of myself. I’m such an idiot. Jenny couldn’t get her brain to stop on its mindless rampage. She closed her eyes. Then snapped them open again. You shouldn’t close your eyes, the chances of your lips connecting on his chin or cheek are a lot higher if you can’t see. You want those perfect lips you’ve been dreaming about. Jenny stopped herself with a sigh of annoyance, who’s ever heard of a romantic kiss with your eyes open?


She pulled away slightly. Drew looked perplexed and a little bemused. “What’s wrong? Did I say something?” Sometimes that happened, her mouth went on a little detour all by its self.

He smiled. “Your mind is going a mile a minute, isn’t it?”

“Well yeah.” She admitted with a sigh. “I just want this to be….” Drew lunged forward and captured her lips with his and then sharply pulled away. Jen’s eyes had drifted closed. “Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?”

“You can’t do anything wrong Jen.” A soft laugh warmed her all the way to her toes. “I just thought we should get the first kiss out of the way, because believe me, it might have been our first but it won’t be our last and there’s plenty of time to get it perfect.”




The 24 Hour Wooden Spoon Challenge

10906222_850321624990271_2271181390432695239_nI completed the wooden spoon challenge, I was challenged by Jessica E. Subject to write a piece of short fiction 2k with a wooden spoon in it and an alien. Child of the Sea was the result.

Child of the Sea

Ella Grey (2015)

I wasn’t born. I was discovered. A month before I was adopted by my parents, my mother had a miscarriage. She’d been making cookies, mixing the batter with a wooden spoon, when the first stab of pain went through her. My dad rushed her to the hospital, she hadn’t even hit her first trimester yet and they both knew how dangerous that time could be. She hadn’t even had her first meeting with the midwife, it was supposed to be on the following Monday. At first they went to the doctors, then they shipped her off to the hospital, only to find out that yes, she’d lost the baby. That moment broke her. Even when they retold the story to me I could see the pain in her eyes for the lost baby.

In the end dad took her to recuperate at the beach in a home he rented. She spent her days wrapped up in a blanket, curled up in a chair watching the wave’s crash against the shore. The clouds were thick, grey and she knew that a storm was coming. There was a tension that threaten to overspill, like a river kept back by a dam.

Dad had called her in but she hadn’t heard him. A shimmy silver object laid on the beach and it had caught her attention. Then she’d heard it, a baby crying. At first she thought she’d lost her mind but then she saw the object on the beach moving. She scrambled to her feet and down the wooden steps. The blanket flapped around her shoulders but she held onto it tightly. At first she didn’t know what I was, only that I was small, small enough to be a baby. Though I didn’t look like any baby she’d ever seen. I had a tail, like a mermaid from one of my fairy-tale books. With skin so white it glowed and pitch black eyes, they knew I wasn’t human. I wasn’t like anything she’d ever seen before. She could have left me there but she didn’t. She used the blanket to scoop me up and took me back to the house.

As she showed dad, I started to change. My skin lost it glow, my eyes turned blue and while I hadn’t grown hair yet by the time I turned two, black strands covered my head. I looked like a human baby. They talked about it a lot. Should they keep me? Should the report the alien baby she found on the beach? What would happen to me if they gave me to a hospital? Dad could see how finding me affected mum. I was the baby she lost, like the world decided that the pain she endured was too much and gave her, me.

I didn’t have any clue that I was so different, sure my mum was a little over protective but I knew that some parents were. There was also only one rule. I wasn’t allowed in the sea. They didn’t know what would happen. Would I change back? Would I leave them?

Everything changed when I turned sixteen. I fell into the sea. It was stupid. I’d been playing with my friends at the beach and Scott ended up pushing me into the water. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds but something inside me changed. I started to have dreams. After a few months I knew that they weren’t normal. I fell asleep thinking of Fiona and I dreamed of her. It had been really strange, in the dreamscape she’d become a dog and chased cats. The next day in our science class I heard her talking about it with one of her other friends. I’d dropped the glass beaker in surprise. We’d shared a dream? How was that even possible? I started to experiment and kept a dream journal to keep track of them.  Then I started to influence them. It was stupid, mostly small things, like planting an idea that the teacher should wear blue trousers or the dinner lady to sing a particular song as she dished up our food.

Then other things started to happen. The marks on my forearms, white stripes that made up strange patterns that I had no clue to what they were, appeared. They glowed when I got upset and that was happening more and more. I worked hard on hiding my differences, but my self-confidence had taken a serious hit. Most of the time I wore thick jumpers and long gloves to hide my forearms. I cut myself off from my friends. None of them could understand what was going on with me. I didn’t know myself. How could I accept anyone to understand when I didn’t know myself? My life was spiralling out of control and I didn’t know why. It all came to a head one night. The night my parents told me the truth. I wasn’t normal. I wasn’t even human. It didn’t mean they loved me any less. I was their miracle child but all that good intention didn’t mean anything to me. Lost. Alone. A freak. An alien. Not human.

I ran to the beach and sat down on the sand. The only light came from the moon which reflected off of a calm sea. I didn’t know why I went there but it felt right. I crossed my legs, rested my head onto my hands and closed my eyes. I didn’t what to feel lost, disconnected from the world. I wanted to belong. I wanted all the things that a sixteen year girl wanted. A identify, friends I could trust. Hell, even a boyfriend but I couldn’t have any of those. I didn’t know what I was. Where did I come from? Did I have a home under the sea, people who missed me? Did I come from somewhere even further away? I glanced up at the stars. No, I couldn’t even comprehend that I came from a different world.

A lot of time passed and I fell asleep. The dream was different. It wasn’t a dreamscape I reconsidered in the slightest. An underwater city. A dome made out of glass. An unearthly light filled it and I swam closer, curious. There were people in there, creatures that resembled mermaids but they weren’t beautiful, instead they scared me. They didn’t look human in the slightest, more like wispy wraiths with cold black eyes. Was I one of them? I glanced down at my hands, white skin that appeared to glow, webbing between the fingers.

“What are you doing here?”

I whipped around to see one of them behind me. The deeply masculine voice seemed to vibrate and echo in my head and I grabbed my ears but they weren’t there. A nightmare, it had to be a nightmare and I wanted it to stop. I tried to swim away but his hand shot out and he grabbed my arm. Instead of the coldness I half expected, a warmth swept through me. I tugged my arm free.

“Don’t touch me. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t know how I got here.” My whole body felt strange, heavy but light and I glanced down to see the tail, my tail made up of shimmy white scales.

“You need to come with me.” He reached out again as this time I flinched, moving away from him before he could make contact.


“Excuse me?” By the sound of him he didn’t think I’d argue with him. It was hard to figure out what he thought since his face was so unlike anything I’d ever seen before.

“I said no.” I pulled my arm free as emotions swirled to life inside of me. A dream I could manipulate so I tried that tactic. “You’re going to leave me alone.” I said sternly but my lips weren’t moving, somehow I was communicating with him the same way he talked to me.

He cocked his head to the side, the move alien and unsettling. “I’m a part of the royal guard, any visitors announced or otherwise need to be taken to the throne room. I don’t even know who you are, which means you’ll be coming with me.”

This wasn’t going the way I thought it would, a dream I couldn’t manipulate, that I couldn’t change? I’d gotten so used to being able to do that for a brief second I didn’t know what to do. Instead I did the only thing I could do. I swam away. My new body helped me swim faster. I cut through the water like a fish but it wasn’t going to be enough. I didn’t know where I was going so I swam for the surface.

A hand grabbed my tail and sharp shards of pain went through me, damn that hurt. I twisted in the water and I noticed that my scars on my forearms were starting to glow. I tried to flick out my tail but his grip just got tighter. In the end I punched down with my arms, hoping to make contact that way, anything to break his hold on me but I couldn’t reach that far. “Let go of me!”

“Why are you fighting me? Who are you are?” Light poured out of my skin, surrounding us and he grunted in pain. Suddenly my tail was free. I didn’t question it, or the blinding light. All I needed to do was get to the surface. If I got there. I would wake up, I would be safe. Dream logic, it was all I had at that point. He recovered quickly but there was more distance between us. “Wait!”

“Leave me alone.” I shouted back. “I don’t belong here.”

“But you do. Stop for a second, let me explain.” He sounded surprised, like he couldn’t believe it himself. “Alia, wait.”

The name didn’t mean anything to me. I risked a glanced over my shoulder and noticed that he’d stopped chasing me but that knowledge didn’t stop me. I kept swimming, my hand reaching out for the almost glass like surface of the water. “This was a mistake.” I broke through and as soon as I breathed in fresh air, reality slammed into me. I got to my knees and glanced out at the sea, half expecting him to be there, to be watching me. It couldn’t have been real, could it?

“Winni?”I turned around and saw that mum stood on the beach, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She looked older, weary. The wind caught strands of black hair, streaked with grey and danced around her face. “Are you okay?”

“No.” I wanted to lie but there wasn’t any point. I wouldn’t be alright with the path my life was taking but it wasn’t their fault. They loved me like I was their own. “But I will be.” A tiny white lie to take away the pain in her eyes. There was a lot that I needed to deal with but I needed to face it by myself. I couldn’t drag them into it.

“Are you going to leave us?” Her voice caught on the last word and I noticed the tears. That was what she was really worried about. That I’d leave them to find the place where I’d come from.

I got to my feet and rushed over to her, hugging her. In that moment I noticed how fragile she was. Losing one child was hard enough but if I left? It would hit her harder because it would be my choice. “I’m not going anywhere, mum.” The world I saw in my dream. I wasn’t a part of that. Sure I looked like them but I’d been raised human and I couldn’t change that. I wouldn’t. “Let’s go home.” I smiled at her. “It’s cold out here.” We were half way up the steps, my dad standing on the porch when I heard it. A voice I thought I left behind in the dream.

“I will find you princess.”


Midweek Tease

It’s hasn’t been an easy journey for ‘Guitars and Cupcakes’ but after some rewrites it got accepted by Evernight and gets released this month. I hope you enjoy the tease.

MWTease15Seeing her teeth sink into the rich oatmeal cookie and hearing her moan of enjoyment felt like a physical punch to the gut. An ache of need traveled through his body. He’d never made a woman moan without even touching her before. Crumbs rested on her bottom lip, and she flicked out her tongue. This time Clayton bit back his own moan. Damn, the sight of her tongue made his cock hard, made him want to take her into his arms and taste her lips. “This is really good. Well done.”

“Thanks.” She hadn’t managed to get all of the crumbs, and Clayton reached out. Lily froze as he brushed his thumb against the corner of her lips. A gasp escaped her but she didn’t pull away, and Clayton didn’t move, except to cup her cheek. Her pale, smooth skin was unbelievably soft, and her green eyes went wide as he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers.

“Clayton,” she whispered as he felt her hands on his arms. She didn’t push him away.

Makes sure to check out the other teasers 🙂



Evernight’s Holiday Hangover Blog Hop


Happy New Year from Evernight!


Now that the Christmas cookies are gone, gifts unwrapped, and your holiday visitors have left, you’ve earned some well-deserved TLC. Evernight authors not only have the cure for your holiday hangover, they have fantastic new books for your 2015 reading list, too!


Be sure to visit every stop on the hop and answer each question. The more you blogs you hop, the more chances to win the GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini sponsored by Evernight Publishing (one entry per blog). Plus, hop each blog for a host of other fabulous prizes.


So sink into your favorite chair and enjoy your holiday hangover!

Welcome to the Evernight’s Holiday Hop.

I’m not really sad to see the backend of 2014. It’s been a year of emotional highs and some crippling lows. It could have been worse and it certainly had its highlights. I got a job, which is my first step into the normal working world for four years. I self-published a book, which is going through a reimagining and new cover in May. I finished the ‘The Black Rose’ series with Madame Tease’s story and started a new series for another publisher. Then my muse decided to go on hiatus. Currently she’s giving me ideas in short spurts. I might need to coax her out with the promise of cookies.

I’ve read some awesome books and I also started to listen to audiobooks since the new job has cut into my reading time.

But let’s get back to the point. Last night I didn’t go out. I didn’t get drunk and I didn’t put on a pretty dress to party the night away. Hmmm in hindsight I could have put that down in a different order. Usually it would have bugged me but not this year. My son, Nathan, is now five and we decided that the best way to spend the night would be playing videogames and watching the Avengers. I ogled Captain America’s butt while he punched a punching bag. Nathan’s freaked out at the first time Banner changed into the Hulk and my partner, Mark, slayed dragons on the computer. Also Loki…Thor and Ironman….there are worse ways to spend a night.

We had a glass of wine from Mark’s work hamper….which I promptly put down again since I hate wine. In the end we all curled up on the settee and watched the fireworks and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

So tell me, what books do you have on you TBR list for 2015?

Ella Grey

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