How does one define “Life”?

A condition that separates animals and plants from inorganic matter, and allowing it the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change; but what if it is more than the obvious?

What if “life” is only a small fraction of the infinite existence of an incorporeal being that takes on a physical form to enable it to recharge in strength and grow its knowledge?

In the same way as some plants die only to be reborn the following Spring, why is it not possible for corporeal being to cease to exist so that its incorporeal form can transgress beyond the limitation of set boundaries that are the expectations set to animal life form?

We’re all born into a new life at one time or another to commence a journey of discovery…. or is it, in fact, a continuation of a life once lived?


Another medical issue… will it ever end?

Another medical issue… will it ever end?

Sorry I haven’t posted anything these past few weeks, but I’ve not been too well. Two weeks ago [Thursday 7th June] I found myself struggling to breathe. Thought it might have been due to indigestion – eating one prawn too many; but by 4am it was obvious it was something more serious, so phoned the emergency services and explained my condition. An ambulance was at my door 15 minutes later.

I was taken to the hospital in Antibes and straight into the emergency room. Explaining once again what I was experiencing they immediately went to work with a chest X-ray, bloods and urine samples taken away for testing. Saline, and painkilling drips inserted I was wheeled into a side ward to await the results.

When they were available I was transferred back into an examination room and the doctor told me I had a lung infection. He prescribed some antibiotics to cover me for 7 days, but to do a follow-up blood test on the Monday [11th June] . That done, I went to see my GP. He immediately stopped the antibiotics for stronger ones, and sent me off to do yet another chest X-ray and blood tests.

Personally I think the antibiotics my GP prescribed were possibly too strong because over the course of the next few days I was getting worse. I was losing my appetite, feeling more tired than usual, and I had this annoying dry cough.

On Sunday 17th June, mum said to go over for lunch. All I wanted to do was sleep, but to keep her happy I agreed. My sister, Lesley came to pick me up and afterwards drove me back. Normally I enjoy the 10 minute walk, but this time I was grateful for the lift.

Monday morning I slowly walked up to the blood testing laboratory, stopping on the way to buy a thermometer as mum, Lesley and my GP had nagged me to do. Half way to my destination I needed to sit down – I was worn out [definitely not normal]. On the return I stopped at my favorite café for a coffee and croissant. I only managed half the pastry… most definitely not normal. Once home, I decided to sit and do nothing else all day, except test out my new acquisition – possibly my best investment in a long time.

Slowly throughout the day my temperature increased. By 5pmish I was so tired I went to bed but unable to relax got up and stuck the thermometer under my tongue: 39.6*!!! Even I know that’s way too high. I quickly phoned my GP on his mobile and he came straight around [and I mean just that – he must have been in the vicinity because he was at mine 5 minutes after I hung up].  I phoned my sister to let her and mum know, unlike the previous time when I waited until a respectable hour to let them know I was in hospital. Lesley arrived a few minutes after the doctor who, having taken one look at me phoned for an ambulance and wrote out a lengthy report for me to hand to the emergency room doctor.

As my GP left, fifty euros richer, we waited. Meanwhile I grabbed a bag and threw in some toiletries, crossword puzzles, pen, glasses case, phone charger. Had I realized what was to happen next I would have packed more.

With the emergency vehicle’s arrival I told Lesley to go back home – mum can’t be left alone at night. She’s 93 with seeing difficulties.

Once again I found myself back in the emergency room undergoing the same tests. As much as I won’t knock the French medical system, but had they admitted me into hospital ten days previously then perhaps the infection wouldn’t have become so bad. This time they didn’t even quibble. By 10pm I was wheeled into a single room in the Pneumology department.

The night staff came in to insert some intravenous antibiotics and left me to sleep. Not long after they had gone my arm started to itch like mad. I switched the light on to find my veins were becoming red instead of the usual blue. I buzzed and they were there. They phoned the doctor who told them to remove the antibiotics – back to the drawing board then? The nurse kindly applied some lanolin milk and within thirty minutes it was itch-free.

I slept okay and woke to a breath-taking view. . . an uninterrupted sea view. The bubble would soon burst though. By lunchtime Tuesday I was told they needed the room for a patient who needed isolating so I was moved into a shared room. I don’t mind so much because it is always nice to have someone to chat to.

The room itself was okay and large enough so as not to feel crowded. The view of the café had its plus point… you could see who was coming and going – got to keep entertained somehow!

Again I couldn’t fault the hospital staff and with their care they were at least able to bring down my temperature and restore my breathing. The annoying dry cough still lingers.

I was discharged yesterday [Friday 22nd June]. An ambulance ferried me to my apartment just after 2.30pm – it was nice to be home.

It never ceases to amaze how, when you think you manage to get over one medical issue, another pops its ugly head.

During the last ten months I have spent more time in hospitals and rehabilitation centers than I have in my own flat.

Hopefully this is the last illness for a while. . . a long while.

Best Wishes

Louise xx



Grandma used to say. . .

Grandma used to say, in relation to food preparation, you have to present your dish to first feast the eyes before it feasts the stomach.

In the same way, one might presume, this way of thinking can be adopted to all products whether they are edible or not. If something is pleasing to the eye, it is more likely to be acquired; and if the product is a book, for it to be picked up, scrutinized, and if the formula is to their liking, purchased.

In my case, I thought I had achieved just the right formula when, last year [2017], I had “packaged” Book 2 in my Romance in War series. I believed I was being clever with the title by combining words from two situations dating back to 1944 – the year the story is set. “Operation Dragoon” was the code name for the invasion of southern France in August of that year. At that time, the American musician Glenn Miller was popular, and his tune “Moonlight Serenade” is one of my favorites. It only seemed natural therefore that I should entitle the story “Dragoon Serenade”. Getting an appropriate cover for it was a challenge, and although both the publisher and I loved the end result, it has now come to light [seven months since the books release], that readers held a different, more negative, view.

Book 2 in the Romance in War series is a lovely story or so I’ve been told by all those who have read it. The three 5 star reviews on Amazon and Goodreads seem to support those positive comments.

Yet despite such encouraging feedback sales of the book were lower than expected. It was therefore a difficult decision to make, but with the support of Luminosity Publishing, the story has been repackaged.

On Thursday June 7th, 2018 the book is to be re-released with a new exciting title and a new, more vibrant cover:

Fingers and toes crossed, as well as Grandma’s favorite recipe, “Codename: Amour” will appeal to all lovers of sensual romance and adventure.

With very best wishes

Louise xx




Romance in War series – Book 3 begins to take shape

Even though I’m still unable to concentrate fully on important issues, such as writing, because, I think, I’m still under the effect of all the anesthetic that had been administered to me during the three operations I have undergone these past 8 months, I have made a start on Book 3 of the Romance in War series.

After weeks of deliberating I have finally worked out a plan for the story line. How to piece it together though is another matter.

As with all tales of this nature, research is the key to making the book believable so that the characters can become part of the actual history.

Now that I have decided on the location [North Africa] and time frame [July 1943] I have begun the initial stages of research of events that occurred during that time and place.

The North African Campaign ended with the surrender of Axis forces in May 1943. Although the war may have been over in North Africa, it was far from over elsewhere. As the Allies secured their positions, they would now turn their attention to Italy to drive the German forces out.

I will next begin to work on character developments and the histories of the four principal players in the story. The two main ones should be reasonably easy enough as I am basing them on actual characters [they are the parents (now deceased) of a close friend, whom I’ve known near on sixty years, who I’m told, met in North Africa during WWII]. The other couple, are most definitely fictitious, but without them our hero and heroine would never meet.

I’m still trying to figure out how it will all play out as one can never truly know what happened between people meeting for the first time. Whether my friend knows or not, I wouldn’t wish to ask, as this story is a fiction, not a biography. Perhaps had I realized that sometime in the future I would have become an author of historical romance and that this story would have been created, I might have spoken to them directly when I had known them best during my teenage years. As with everything in life though, none of us can predict the future.

It goes without saying though that the story will be written with no intention of causing disrespect to anyone, but in order with keeping to the theme of the Romance in War series it will be a sensual romance; the heat level to be determined by my editor.

Another matter that required urgent attention was the best title to give the novella.

Several different headings came to mind, but none felt comfortable enough for me, until a couple of days ago. I ran it past my mother for her opinion – as Mum always knows best, and she agreed with me.

Therefore, as of today, Book 3 in the Romance in War series is to be to be known as:

“Seventy-Two Hours in Alex”

I have opened a new page for the book on this blog site and provided a blurb. At least, this in itself will give me the encouragement to write in earnest and complete it as per my schedule.

The challenge awaits – wish me luck :o)

Best Wishes




Aussie Author on the Côte d’Azur

Aussie Author on the Côte d’Azur

Robert L J Borg a.k.a. Louise Roberts

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I left Australia with an amount of uncertainty at what I might find. When I arrived in southern France in March 2016 I knew I had made the right decision.

France in general is a very beautiful country – I travelled around it a fair bit in the late 1970’s, but the south of France is an entity that swallows you whole.

Everything seems to move at a very slow pace in this region and it gives you time to absorb the surroundings. In winter the coastal towns are so laid back you feel as though you are the only one living here – it is so quiet. However, when spring and summer arrive, it’s as though someone has applied a defibrillator to it, as the region suddenly becomes fast paced and alive with tourists, the rich and famous amongst their number. Stunning yachts fill the ports, exotic cars cruise the coastal roads, and restaurants and bars are filled to bursting.

As an author this time of the year is best, especially for people watching. The more you see, the more character developments start to fill your repertoire to eventually find themselves in one of your stories. It is an inspirational part of the world where history and traditional values play an important role in its very special identity.

My two years on the Côte d’Azur have been an inspiration which has allowed my writing skills to blossom.

During this time three books were released by Luminosity Publishing under my pen name, Louise Roberts. The third, a 37,000 word novella entitled “Dragoon Serenade” is located in this area and is set during the lead up to the invasion of southern France on 15th August 1944. The region’s history, its people, the communities that encompasses them has entirely influenced my story. The book trailer can be found on YouTube:

Despite giving my pseudonym the bulk of my time, I have also found some for myself. Apart from writing fiction I also dabble in travel writing which is, at present, limited on my blog. More importantly, I have had time to completely re-write my very first novel, a crime fiction with sensual romantic elements, “Out of the Darkness”. Although originally completed in 1994 I never thought it good enough to submit. The calming effect the Côte d’Azur gave me the courage to tear it apart and start again. It was the best thing I did, because the novel will now be released by Luminosity Publishing on 18th April 2018 in digital format and as a paperback on 15th May 2018.



It’s January 1994 and it is proving to be another hot summer in Sydney Australia. During the early hours, lonely in his thoughts and strolling along the shoreline at Freshwater Beach, Mark Lander, a war correspondent home on leave, is distracted by cries of help from the surf and wades in to rescue a swimmer in distress.

Unbeknown to Mark his courageous action will make him an unsuspecting champion in the defense of the rescuee, Robyn Shelly. Inquisitive by nature, a requirement of his chosen profession, he teams up with his best friend, Detective Sergeant Jim Sanders. Their respective investigations will pull them deeper into a world of violence and mayhem.

Despite his personal emotional anguish, Mark finds himself captivated by Robyn’s beauty and gradually falls in love with her. However, although he gladly accepts the unexpected friendship, will the trials still to come dash any hope of romance and eventual happiness . . .?


At present I am working on the sequel, but I’m not rushing it as that would go against the way things are done in the south of France.

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Author Spotlight – Amara Lebel

Taming the Alpha (Balls & Chains Series #2)

By Amara Lebel

Title: Taming the Alpha

Series: Balls & Chains #2

Genre:  M/M Paranormal BDSM Romance

Words: 53,300 (114 pages)

Red-Hot Romance


Welcome to Balls & Chains, a BDSM Club for gay men. Cross the threshold and see the worlds of humans and shifters collide as these alphas dominate, and betas submit.

Past sins have forced Cadeon Rosseau into isolation, his pack turning against him and casting him out. Self-hatred and mutilation made him the male he is today. An alpha in his own right, he prowls the rooms at Balls & Chains in search of the one who will either save him from himself or break him completely. Jaded and alone, he finds it difficult to pull away from the self-made hell which has become his life, until a new submissive garners his attention…

Curiosity and a need for adventure lured Blake Copeland to the doors of the famous gay BDSM club. He craved distraction from his monotonous life and had been assured that he would find it there. Little did he know exactly how true that statement would be. Not only did Blake find what he was looking for, but he also left with a slightly unhinged mate in tow…

Will these two lone wolves find the strength to battle the obstacles in their path and build a future?

Adult Excerpt:

“I can live with that. The fact that you’ll try for me, is enough.”

Cade’s chest ached at Blake’s words and the emotion in his pale eyes. If he weren’t careful, this male would be his undoing. It didn’t change the fact that he wanted him, though, and always would. He ached for him. “Blake, I need you.”

“Yes, Mon Liege.” Moving back, Blake remained on his knees, casting his eyes downward as he moved into position. “I am yours to do with as you please.”

“Such words, yet you have no idea what you’re asking for.” Cade stood, moving around his male as his body reacted to Blake’s willing submission. “You’d be nothing but a plaything to me. I would use your body, taking everything from you, and I wouldn’t go easy. I’d push you beyond your limits, force you to do things you normally wouldn’t. And then, when I’d exhausted your body and mind, I’d fuck you until you felt, nor knew, nothing but me. Think you can handle that, loup?”

Blake groaned, squirming where he knelt on the bathroom floor. “Yes, Mon Liege.”

Cade had to bite back the groan threatening to escape him. His male was something else, and he wanted him more than he had anyone else before him. “Bien, go to the playroom and get into position. You know the rules. I’ll be there soon.” Without uttering another word, Cade turned and left the room before he gave into his needs and took Blake on the bathroom floor like the animal he was.

A few minutes later, he was standing by the open door, staring down at his new plaything where he was kneeling on the floor, naked and in position. He was so fucking beautiful, and an eager and obedient submissive. It pleased Cade greatly. He wanted to reach out and touch Blake, to praise him, but now was not the time. He was his Dominant right now, not his mate. So instead, he moved to stand by his head which was currently pressed against the hardwood floor. “You know the rules. Repeat them, word for word, otherwise, we stop here and now.”

“I am unworthy of you, Mon Liege. I shall not look at you, nor will I touch you. I speak only when you give me permission to do so. I shall always refer to you as Mon Liege. And if I disobey, I will be punished.”

Cade smirked, he was so proud of his mate, but he wasn’t about to tell him that. Not yet. Without saying a word, he walked past Blake to retrieve two pairs of cuffs from the cabinet. One leather, and the other steel. “Stand.” As Blake moved to do as he was told, Cade made his way back to his plaything’s side. “Bend over and grasp your ankles.” Cade stood at his back, watching appreciatively as he bent over. His ass was bared and open to him. Temptation.


©Amara Lebel. Luminosity Publishing. 2017.

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Author Bio:

“I am not Perverted. I am a Depraved Sensualist. There is a difference!”


I am an Erotic Romance and ManLove author. A huge fan of all things male; I watch, read and drool over everything to do with them. Yes, I am a little perverted, yet in a good way. I have a vast Yaoi collection, and spend my time fantasizing about steamy scenes of male love, sensual encounters, and so much more.

With a little encouragement I eventually put pen to paper and wrote my first ever MM romance which was published in Sept 2014. Now I take great pride in sharing my erotic stories of forbidden lust and enchanted romance with all of you, my fellow depraved sensualists.

A true Irish lass born and raised I come from a small town in Northern Ireland called Derry, where I now live with my handsome (French) hubby and gorgeous family. I’m a full-time mum of three, and believe me when I say they keep me busy. I spend my days chasing after my lil darlings, my nights lost in Yaoi, and thanks to my amazing husband I spend my weekends writing up a storm.



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Another great book by Elizabeth Ellen Carter

Elizabeth Ellen Carter loves writing this series and she’s delighted there is still another book to come.

Elizabeth Ellen Carter

This is what she has to say about her latest book [Due for release January 10, 2018]:

When most people think about pirates, they’re often thinking about the Elizabethan pirates and privateers that traversed between Europe and the new world.

Other pirates roamed the Mediterranean. The Barbary Coast pirates, state sanctioned by the Ottoman Empire who sponsored the client states of north Africa.

In fact, piracy had gotten so bad that the Americans were paying up to 10% of their GDP in tribute to release goods and sailors held hostage in the Mediterranean. It was Thomas Jefferson who refused to pay, saying that the money could better be used to build a navy and defend their merchant fleet.

And that was the origin of the US Marines.

If anyone is interested in a fascinating overview of Jefferson’s meeting with the Tunisian ambassador, this charmingly written article is well worth your time –

Revenge of the Corsairs (Heart of the Corsairs book two) Blurb

Rescued after two years as a concubine in an Ottoman harem, former debutante Laura Cappleman faces a difficult journey back to normal life. As she travels to Palermo aboard Kit Hardacre’s ship, the Calliope, she is deeply traumatized – and pregnant by her kidnapper.

Laura rejects the emotional support of her long-time admirer, Calliope First Officer Elias Nash, and her cousin, Sophia, Kit’s wife. She withdraws into herself and her art. Finally, after giving birth, she decides to return to London, hoping to erase tormented memories.

Emir Selim Omar died on the day of Laura’s rescue, but his wickedness lives on in his third wife, Rabia, in whose household Laura was held. The ruthless widow may yet hold on to the power she wielded as mother to the Emir’s only male heir. However, as opportunists pick his empire apart, her child dies.

When Rabia learns Laura has given birth to a boy, the solution is obvious – the concubine is stolen property and so is the child sired by her late husband. She will take the boy and kill anyone in the way.

As Rabia’s assassins close in, Elias – both embraced and rejected by the damaged woman he loves, uncertain she will ever return, and alone in Palermo with the child he has given his name – must take the battle to the enemy. Otherwise, there may be nothing for Laura to come home to.

Excerpt Revenge of the Corsairs

If he went uphill, Elias knew he would be overrun quickly. He turned and ran toward the woodland to the west. The thick growth of trees would provide some protection from the men on horseback.

Though hampered by the child in his arms, the unlaced boots slowing him even more, he dared not stop. He ran through a vale of fire with the villa ablaze to his right and Laura’s studio to the left.

Benjamin wailed, but Elias had no words to comfort him; all he could think of was the horror of being overrun, his son snatched from his arms, and a dying knowledge that he had failed the child and the woman he loved.

Lungs abused by smoke begged for air, but still he kept running. The sound of jangling bridles told him how close he was to death.

A cry of triumph sounded behind him. Elias gritted his teeth and waited for the swing of the scimitar that would separate his head from his shoulders.

Oh God, receive me in your arms. I beg you to protect my son.

Suddenly it was bright and hard to breathe, as though something had sucked the oxygen from the air, then –


Elias’ ears blocked and popped. Benjamin screamed in pain. Over the smell of burning timber was the unmistakable odor of turpentine. Laura’s studio and its artist’s supplies had exploded as violently as an over-rammed cannon, sending bricks and shrapnel flying. Horses screamed in panic, the steady beat of racing hooves now an uncontrolled trammeling as those riders still mounted tried to control their mounts.

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10 Things You Should Know About Writing A Historical Romance

It was a rare treat to be approached by Female First an online magazine to provide a feature and to enable me to promote “Dragoon Serenade”

I had been asked to provide only ten things about writing a Historical Romance.

In truth, there are a lot more topics one could draw on to make the story as real as possible. For now, these were the ten that I deemed essential. You can read them on the following link:

I hope you’ll enjoy the article.

Best Wishes



When a story is just not good enough…

How do you move on when you have recounted a story that you believe is the best one you have ever written?

Where do you start to write an even better tale?

My current work-in-progress, “Balor’s Landing” [Book 3 in the Romance in War series] is set in September 1944 on the tiny island of Toraigh, county Donegal and is centred on a local girl falling in love with a ship-wrecked mariner who had been washed ashore after his ship had been torpedoed by a German U-boat.

The problem is that I began writing it at the same as Book 2 – “Dragoon Serenade”, and because I was so engrossed with it, that Book 3 in my opinion is just not good enough.

In fact “Balor’s Landing” is too quiet a tale, and is more likely to make readers fall asleep rather than keep them entertained.

For this reason I have decided to shelve it for another time.  Although it was a difficult decision to make, I believe it’s for the best.

“Dragoon Serenade” is scheduled for release as an e-book on 26th October 2017. Watch the Book Trailer on YouTube and make your own judgement:

To take the place of “Balor’s Landing” I will now bring forward Book 4.

“Warm Nights in Alex” is set in North Africa immediately following the Allied landings of ‘Operation Torch’ in November 1942. I shan’t divulge anything else about it just yet as I’m still doing the research and initial planning. All I will say is that the hero and heroine are [were] real [both now deceased], and this story is to be written in their memory.

I hope “Warm Nights in Alex” will be able to equal “Dragoon Serenade”, perhaps even better it. After all, isn’t that what we all strive for – to improve as we move forward?

Time will tell if I’ve made the right call…

Best wishes