What is your latest book called?

Karm Currents. It’s the fourth in the Moonstone series about a woman whose spirit is drawn to unknown people at unexpected times. Aside from her visionary experiences, she’s an ordinary woman with all the problems and relationships of modern life.

Who are your main characters?

The novel centers around Liliha. In this stand-alone story, her daughter Alissa arrives to stay with her. Two other characters share the story: heart-sick Harry, and devious Delphi.

Tell me about the title. Are there any hidden subtexts we should know about?

The title points to the karmic link between the characters, and how the currents work below the surface of their lives.

How many books do you have planned?

When Karm Currents is released on March 16^th, I will have published nine novels. At the moment, I’m working on the first part of my memoirs, beginning in the 40s and progressing to the 70s.

Tell me about your home base. Country or city?

I live in the best of both worlds; close to the town of Borehamwood, Hertfordshire, UK, but living in a little village to one side surrounded by fields and trees.

All writing and no play makes the writer suffer. What do you do in your spare time (other than work the day job)?

One could say I’m lucky to have reached the age of retirement. But as one ages, aches and pains deter a person from joyous relaxation. You could say, writing lifts me out of suffering.

What are you doing right now this minute?

I’m sitting in my warm study answering your questions. Outside the window, fields stretch into the distance, rising to meet the tree-covered horizon. I won’t fall for the sun’s cheerful promise and venture outside. With age comes wisdom.

Thank you Francene. Let’s take a look at KARM CURRENTS:

Karm Currents is the fourth and final book in the paranormal Moonstone series set in the little village of St. Ives, Cornwall, England.

Apart from her telepathic sojourns of whispering advice to strangers, Liliha is an ordinary woman, separated from her teenage daughters in Australia. Her youngest daughter, Alissa, arrives to live with her, and brings her grandmother. As if that interference isn’t enough, Liliha’s ex turns up to take their daughter home.

Lovesick Harry steps in to help, bringing with him an ancient Egyptian necklace in the hope of compensating for the bracelet he lost. When more jewelry turns up, all seemingly connected, regressions reveal a previous relationship between Alissa, Harry, and Liliha.

E x c e r p t

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“I think you should have a good sleep. You’ve flown half way over the world in the last twenty-four hours. I know how exhausting that can be.” Once, she’d loved and believed in him. But he’d ruined that. Why did she go on placating him? Why not throw him out right now?

Before she could stand, Gareth staggered over to sit beside her on the sofa. Ears alert for Harry’s knock, Liliha wished her ordeal would finish. When he held her hands and looked deep into her eyes, she recognized the pain inside his.

He mumbled, “Nobody understan’s me like you do. Let’s get together again.”

“No, Gareth. You left me for someone else, remember?” She managed to slip one hand out of his clutching fingers, but he held the other with a desperate grip.

“I’m sure she’s going to leave me. Jillian. They all do. Why did we part? You were always kind. Come back to me … please.”

“I’ve made a new life here.” She tried to extract her remaining hand.

He growled, “I did e’rything for you. All you had to do was run the house and take care of my daughters. Was tha’ so hard?”

“No, Gareth,” She pushed his shoulder. “But I didn’t like being betrayed.”

He clasped her extended hand. “You could never get enough o’ me.”

The lie offended her. “Gareth, will you please let go?”

“Sho polite.” His expression showed determination. “I need you.” He twisted her hand behind her waist.

What! A hard, demanding kiss caught her by surprise—lips like sandpaper, chaffing hers while she struggled and broke free.

“I miss your fire,” he whispered.

She went rigid. How could he mistake her resistance for passion? His hot lips scalded her neck. “Gareth, no!”

He released her left hand, but before she could move he grabbed her breast—moved his lips with care. “I know how to make you my wife again.”

With growing panic, she focused on his throat. She’d read that if she squeezed the carotid artery he’d lose consciousness. Instead of throttling him, she muttered. “I’m not your wife.”

Gareth studied her face with a cold, clinical look. “I don’ know who you are then.”

The anger she’d held in check for so long flared. “Gareth. You’re a guest in this house because you’re here for Alissa’s birthday.” She wrenched her other arm out from behind her and strengthened her voice. “I don’t want to be with you, ever again. Got it?” She struggled to her feet.

A knock sounded. Quivering, she fled to the door into the hall. “Harry! Come in.”