Bent Out of Shape – Opening Chapter

Bent (throwing shade)

I’m quite excited at the impending release of my new book on Wednesday 1st July so I thought I’d share a snippet to tempt you all.

Hope you like it…and if you do, don’t forget to download the full book from Amazon on 1st July.

And if anyone would like a free copy in exchange for an honest review, please drop me a line :).


Chapter 1

Lily stretched herself out on her sofa, hearing a soft click somewhere in her back. Brilliant. Not only had she consumed enough alcohol earlier to completely negate the effects of her detox, she had now slept in such an uncomfortable position that all that yoga had pretty much been a waste of time.

Stretching out again, she rolled herself off the sofa, reached for her glasses on the coffee table and walked through to the kitchen to drink as much water as she could physically consume. She was still dressed in the same clothes she had worn when she caught the flight home, vaguely remembering that because of the combination of being so tired so could barely function and the post-alcohol come-down, she had crashed out on her sofa, not even able to make it to the bedroom. She had managed to take her contact lenses out though, so that was one thing. The mix of hard liquor, a ten hour flight and the difference in times zones had really mucked her up.

Checking the little clock on her oven, she saw it was only 8PM, which explained why it was just starting to get dark outside. Peeking through the net curtain in the kitchen at the pink tinged sky, she tried to work out how her fear of flying had gotten the best of her this time. Normally it wasn’t too bad. She could usually try and ignore it, calming herself with her breathing then when she was in the air and the plane had levelled out, she could sometimes forget about it until landing. But this flight had been bumpy and that had made her so nervous, to the point she was convinced she was going to die. And the passenger seated next to her hadn’t helped matters.

Oh God.

Now it was all starting to come back to her. She had been feeling nervous enough about the long flight but she was hardly going to turn down an invitation to go out and stay at an old friend’s yoga retreat in China. Because the stipulation of the invitation from Faith had been that Lily would not be paying for a single thing during the two-week stay, Lily had decided to splurge and fly out First Class in an effort to try and make the flight more comfortable. The flight out had not been too bad. Then Lily had enjoyed the most relaxing two weeks of her life, catching up with her old friend and learning a lot of new techniques she would be able to use with her own classes. But then the flight home had ruined it all.

There had been a horrendous storm the day before which was just about easing when she took her seat on the plane. All of the airline crew she had asked on the way from the terminal to her seat had told her with a smile that the conditions were fine to travel and there was nothing to worry about. It was meant to comfort her, but it really didn’t. Then things got significantly worse when the man assigned to the seat next to her flopped into it.

She turned to give him a friendly acknowledgement seeing as they would be sat next to each other for ten hours but froze as soon as she got a proper look at him. For whatever imaginably cruel reason, some higher power had decided to seat her next to the bane of her childhood and adolescent life – Dylan Hawkins.

They had lived next door to each other all through their youth and had grown up together. Once they had realised their children were in the same Nursery class, both sets of parents jumped from politely saying good morning to each other when putting out the bins to becoming full-blown friends. Inevitable play dates followed as the families met up for a coffee in the afternoon or a barbeque on a Sunday during the summer. But Dylan didn’t seem to want to be friends with a girl, no matter how much his parents forced him. Throughout their childhood, he had constantly teased her because of her untameable curly red hair and from the age of six, the thick glasses she was required to wear and was quite happy to torment her with mud and worms. By the time they reached their adolescence, they were no longer forced to be friends and went their separate ways, save for the occasional Stewart-Hawkins get-together. They moved in very different circles at school. He had a natural charm and charisma that helped get him out of most of the trouble he was causing. Along with his bad-boy good looks, it seemed he could do no wrong. Lily on the other hand quietly plodded through school, focusing on her work, waiting for the awkward teenage years to finish.

She had managed to avoid him in the years since they’d left school and hadn’t seen him since they were about eighteen. She remembered he worked in London and spent his time there, very rarely visiting his parents, making them go to him instead. Thankfully in the eight years since they had finished school, she had never run into him at one of his parents’ summer barbeques or New Year’s Eve parties.

Dylan looked a lot different since she had last seen him. Gone was the floppy hair and the leather jacket, replaced with a shorter cut that was meticulously styled and a crisp, white shirt. But he did look a bit rumpled too. Strands of his dark brown hair were falling away from where he had applied product, there was a thick line of stubble across this jaw and it looked as if he had been wearing a suit but had abandoned the jacket and tie, rolling up the sleeves of the shirt up and leaving the top two buttons undone.

She knew vaguely what he looked like these days from pictures his mother had shown of him if they had crossed paths at some point, but in the flesh he looked so much better and it annoyed Lily no end. He was just the right amount of dishevelled to be incredibly attractive to most women. Not to Lily though – she was never going to find Dylan attractive.

He had given her a slow, easy smile in return and Lily almost breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t recognise her. She did look a lot different to the last time he had seen her after all. But then recognition flickered across his face.

“Lily? Lily Stewart?”

She tried to fix her face into a look of confusion, as if she didn’t know who he was, complete with a polite smile. “Yes?”

“It’s Dylan Hawkins. Wow, what are the odds we’re sat next to each other on a flight back from China?”

“Oh hi. Sorry, I didn’t recognise you.” Liar “How are you?”

“I’m really good. Flying home after a business trip. What brings you to this end of the world?”

“My friend just opened a yoga retreat in the mountains and invited me to stay for two weeks to try it out.”

He just continued to smile at her, as if he was genuinely glad to see her. “Mum did mention you teach yoga now. It definitely explains why you look so great.”

Her stomach gave a little flip at his compliment that she couldn’t stop. She even noticed his eyes drop down as if looking the length of her body. Well, if he thought he was going to charm her, he would be bitterly disappointed. In the latter years of school, he showed every sign of becoming a serial womaniser but Lily definitely wasn’t one of those giggling air-heads he seemed to have had a taste for.

“Excuse me madam?” One of the air hostesses who Lily had asked about the weather conditions on more than one occasion appeared next to Dylan’s seat. “I’ve been advised the weather has worsened ever so slightly so the plane may experience a bit of turbulence on take-off until we get into clearer skies. It’s absolutely nothing to worry about and is perfectly normal. I just wanted to let you know what would happen.”

“Thank you,” Lily managed to reply in a tone that did not convey the fear that was swelling inside of her.

“My pleasure,” she smiled back. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, no thank you.”

“Yes.” Dylan calmly cut across. “Can we get two glasses of the best whiskey you have on board please.”

After the stewardess tottered off with her new instructions, Dylan turned his attention back to Lily. “Nervous flyer?”

“Something like that,” she admitted.

“Best way to handle it is to have a drink,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I don’t drink.”

“Trust me, it will help. You don’t have to have more than one but it will take the edge off things and help relax you.”

She thought about arguing but short of getting off the plane and walking home, she didn’t really know what else to do and right now she was willing to try anything. So when the waitress returned with the two glasses, she followed Dylan’s lead and threw hers down her throat, coughing as it burned on the way down.

But it seemed the stewardess had been ill-informed and the turbulence was more intense and lasting longer than expected, so Lily began to make full use of the free drinks that came with the privilege of First Class. Dylan seemed to be trying to keep up in some weird kind of supportive gesture and was drinking the same amount as her, although admittedly was handling it slightly better. After a particularly bad jolt, she tensed up completely so Dylan reached across and grabbed her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

Even when she thought she was about die any second, she couldn’t ignore the electric shock that went through her when Dylan grabbed her hand. It even started to help take her mind off the flight because suddenly all she could think about was his skin on hers.

When the flight started to smooth and the seatbelt sign was finally switched off, Dylan didn’t let go of her hand. Instead he kept hold of it, both of their hands resting on the top of her thigh. When he began to lazily caress the side of her hand with his thumb, it all became too much.

Whether it was the idea that the plane could go down at any moment, that she had drunk more alcohol than she had in a very long time or the fact she hadn’t had sex in a while and the slightest physical contact was sending her mad, she suddenly became a lot braver. At this moment, she didn’t care about what else was going on, all she knew was that she wanted Dylan Hawkins. Now.

Surprising herself with her boldness, she leant over and whispered to him to meet her in toilet in thirty seconds. She caught the smile on his face when he worked out what was going on as she slipped past him into the aisle. Walking towards the toilet, she quickly glanced at the other passengers but no one was paying any attention. They were all either asleep or occupied with something else.

Stepping into the unoccupied toilet, she remembered not to lock the door and had just enough time to check her reflection in the mirror before Dylan stepped in, locked the door behind him then moved towards her with the look of a man possessed.

His lips crushed hers and his hands clamped on her hips as he pulled her against him. Not to be outdone, Lily matched his enthusiasm as she dug her hands into his hair and tangled her tongue with his. He practically growled and moved her so she was pressed against the wall, lodged between his hard body and said wall. His mouth left hers and he started to drag his tongue down her neck.

She was able to feel through his trousers how hard he already was and it only made her more desperate for him. She wrapped one leg around his waist in an attempt to press herself against his erection to relieve some of the frustration. The fact the plane seemed to be shaking helped immensely with this and she let out a moan the same time as Dylan.

One of his hands was now under her top, kneading her breast through the lace of her bra and it felt amazing. Wanting her hands on him as well, she fumbled with the zip of his trousers and shoved her hand into his boxers, causing him to release a sharp, hot breath against her collarbone. Her hand gripped at the firm flesh and as it twitched and seem to thicken at her touch, she felt a swell of pure, feminine pride.

Then something brought her to her senses.

Someone was knocking at the door. Gently but persistently. Even Dylan seemed to respond to this as his hands froze.

“Excuse me?” A voice came through the locked door. “I’m afraid we have hit a patch of bad weather and everyone is required to return to their seat.”

It was then that the magnitude of what Lily was doing struck her. She had almost joined the Mile-High club, with Dylan Hawkins of all people. But she had been interrupted just in time, although she did currently have her hand in his boxers.

“I think that probably puts an end to things.” Dylan whispered quietly against her ear, so close that she could feel his breath. He actually sounded disappointed. “Hopefully next time we won’t get interrupted.”

There definitely wasn’t going to a next time. There shouldn’t have even been a this time. If she hadn’t been questioning her own mortality, Lily would not be in such a comprising position. She definitely wouldn’t be flying for a very long time after this.

Dylan took a step back, trying to give her as much room as he possibly could in the tiny toilet, while he tucked his shirt back into his now fastened trousers. She caught sight of herself in the mirror looking very ruffled but knew trying to tame her hair wouldn’t make the situation any less embarrassing. Instead she straightened her top and unlocked the door, ready for the scolding she was about to receive.

Instead the stewardess smiled at her. “I’m sorry about this. We just need you to take your seats again while we work our way through the bad weather.”

She was actually apologising for interrupting them!

Lily was sure she had been committing some kind of criminal offense and the pretty air hostess in her neat little uniform was the one apologising to her. She even saw the woman’s eyes flick over to Dylan with an approving look. How often did this sort of thing really happen?

But as she regained full use of her senses, she could understand why they had to return to their seats. There was an awful lot of turbulence and now Lily had no outlet for her fear.

She turned around to look at Dylan, not overly sure what the etiquette was in this situation, but he looked back at her giving her a wry little smile. “You should go sit down. I’m going to need another minute or so.”

Oh God, of course he was.

Wondering if she would die from embarrassment before the plane even had a chance to crash, she hurried back down the aisle trying not to look too guilty, though none of the other passengers seemed to notice or care where she had been. Flopping down in her seat, she tried to ignore the shaking going on around her, but if she tried to push this out of her mind, it was replaced by the memory of Dylan’s hands skilfully caressing her.

Damn. Damn. Damn. She should never have come on this trip.

Dylan eventually took his seat again and looked over at her, although she couldn’t quite focus on him right now because the turbulence seemed to be getting worse. To her surprise, he reached across and took her hand again to try and comfort her. To her increased surprised, it actually helped.

Once they were apparently in the clear, the air crew started to come round with the meals. This meant Dylan had to let go of her hand so he could eat his food. Neither of them spoke and Lily silently picked at her food, desperately wanting this flight to end. Once the meal had been cleared away, Dylan seemed to drift into a deep sleep which she jealously tried to ignore. She would have loved to have slept for the rest of the flight but was too wound up to be able to, so instead she pulled her journal out and started to read through her entries from the last two weeks.

Finally, half an hour later than planned, the plane touched down on the tarmac and wonderful relief spread through her body. Soon she would be off this bloody plane and far away from Dylan Hawkins again.

Dylan made polite small talk with her to make sure she was ok as they headed back into the terminal but she noticed that he seemed to be trying to ensure he didn’t get too close. Not that she could blame him. Now he had slept off any alcohol, he was probably as embarrassed as she was about their little incident. He was probably thinking about all the names he used to call her when they were growing up, relieved nothing had actually happened with little Carrot Top.

As soon as she had her bag from the conveyor belt, she have him a curt goodbye and hastily walked through to Arrivals where both her parents were waiting for her, sporting matching smiles and a board with her name written on it. She hugged both of them and listened to her mother immediately start to wonder if Lily had been eating enough while she was away. If she had been hoping for a power nap on the drive home, she was sadly mistaken. Her parents wanted to hear all about the trip and so for the entire forty minute journey she answered their questions. When they dropped her back at her house, Lily promised she would be round for dinner tomorrow for some “wholesome English food” and then preceded the crash out on the sofa.

Now she knew she wasn’t going to sleep at a decent hour tonight because her internal body clock was all over the place, she made herself a cup of green tea and set her laptop down on her little kitchen table. Flicking through her notebook again, she started to type away at a blog post she was going to upload to the studio’s website.

She worked solidly until well after midnight when she went upstairs and tried to force herself to sleep. She finally drifted off but her restless sleep was filled with dreams of Dylan Hawkins and his annoyingly talented hands. When she woke the following morning, she was frustrated in more than one sense.

Apparently Dylan Hawkins was not happy unless he was tormenting her.


Top 5 Literary Crushes


Let’s face it, sometimes men in novels are better than men in real life. Sometimes they’re completely perfect – mainly because they’re written to be perfect. When you’re creating a desirable male protagonist, you can make him everything women generally find attractive in a man. Then you throw in a couple of issues they need to resolve to make them more human and enjoy reading how they overcome their problems (usually) thanks to the female protagonist. That’s pretty much the basic formula for a romance novel. And the fact that the majority of leading men are nothing less than 10-out-of-10 in bed also helps. The main problem is, they set very unrealistically high standards for real men. Basically, books ruin real men for us!

When you say literary crush, most people automatically think “Mr. Darcy”. Sadly, Mr. Darcy does not make my top five. It’s not because I don’t like him – P&P is one of my favourite books and I fell in love with him after Lizzy reads his letter explaining everything  just like every other sane female on the planet, but there’s a few literary creations that I’m won over by just that little bit more.

Here are my personal top five literary crushes (yes, I am perfectly aware they are fictional!). And just as a pre-warning, the list does contain SPOILER ALERTS to plot lines!

  1. Sirius Black

Harry Potter Series by J.K Rowling.

I was bitterly disappointed when Gary Oldman was cast in the films. Not because I have anything against him personally, I think he’s a very good actor, but he was not at all what I had been picturing in my head. Thankfully, I wasn’t alone in this because I was actually part of a Facebook group called “Sirius Black was so much hotter in my head”. I’m not even sure what it was about him, but Sirius Black became my Mr. Darcy at about the age of thirteen. Taking into consideration that he was supposed to be super-hot before he went to Azkaban, coupled with how loyal and brave he was in the books, he just won me over. Needless to say, I did not take that chapter in the Order of the Phoenix very well at all!


  1. Ian Lennard, Viscount St. Clair

A Dangerous Lord by Sabrina Jeffries.

I had to include a Sabrina Jeffries in here. She writes such great male characters, I had a very hard time narrowing it down. I managed to shortlist it to Giles Masters, Jackson Pinter, Daniel Brennan, Lucas Winters and Diego Montalvo. It was tough, by Lord St. Clair managed to just nudge it, although I think I’d happily take any Sabrina Jeffries’ hero to be honest.

I think what helped him top the list was that Ian and Felicity are one of my favourite literary couples and he’s half-Spanish, so there’s just the touch of the exotic there.


  1. Captain Harry Trent

Close to the Wind by Zana Bell.

From Choc Lit Publishing, Close to the Wind is an adventure on the high-seas, as the main characters head to New Zealand during the midst of its gold rush. The swoon-worthy sailor draws you in from the off-set and keeps you hooked as you try to work out the enigma that is Captain Trent – is he good or is he the bad guy? But the way he is constantly drawn to Georgiana is very endearing. He’s just one of those great, well-rounded characters.


  1. Trick Matthews

Dirty Trick by Christine Bell.

I really love this book. From Entangled Print, it’s one I can happily pick up again and again. Trick is a great male lead because with this book, he’s fully aware he’s in love with Grace from the outset. It’s not one of those books where the male character finally works it out in the penultimate chapter. He spends most of the book trying to convince her that he is the right man for her…and trying to fix the messes he makes when he goes about it all the wrong way. I think it also helps that Trick is described as looking like the third Hemsworth brother.


  1. Thomas Granger

For Better or Worse/Viva Las Vegas by Megan Musgrove.

 Ok, I’m cheating here ever so slightly by picking my own book but when I wrote the character of Tom, I added all the things found I attractive in a man into the melting pot to set about creating the type of man I found desirable. To be honest, I fell in love with him a little because I essentially put my perfect man down on paper. I made him tall, dark and handsome with a crooked smile and a playful sense of humour. I like to think I did a good job. My only problem now is trying to find him in real life!


After taking a glance at my list, I certainly do have a type. The only one on the list without dark hair is Trick Matthews. Am I a cliché with the whole tall, dark and handsome thing? Forget it, I don’t actually care. That’s a cliché I don’t mind being!

So, what do you think? Am I way off the mark here with my top five? Who would you include in yours?

Goodbye 2014. Hello 2015!

2014 has been an amazing year. I had planned to make it a pretty good year but it ended up surpassing all expectations. There were quite a few life changes, but I genuinely feel that the majority of them were positive – even if they originally didn’t start out like that.

At the beginning of the year, I started a 2014 jar where I would write down all the good things that happened over the course of the year. As you can see from the picture below, I didn’t do too badly. So here’s my 2014 review and why 2015 is going to be even better!




In March 2014, I took the first step into self-publishing via Amazon after getting a little bored with going the conventional route. I was really pleased with For Better or Worse and I just wanted to get it out there. So I started selling it as an eBook and two months later, I put the finishing touches to the sequel (Viva Las Vegas) and uploaded that too. Fast forward to December and I had a total of four books on my Kindle Bookshelf (they weren’t all written in 2014 though – I’m not that quick!).

The responses I’ve had back have been great and I’m really glad I took the step to self-publish. If anyone reading this now has purchased any of my books, I just wanted to say a massive thank you for making me feel so amazing!

The plan for 2015 is to bring out some new material and continue to plug the existing material I have. There’s something truly wondering about being able to do what you love.


This has been a great year for travel. I managed to get in two countries I’d never been to before, along with one I had. I also took my first solo trip abroad.

When you say you’re going on holiday by yourself, you get a mixed reaction. People will either say how great it is and how much you’ll love it (most likely, these are the people that had done it themselves) or people just ask why. It was something I had always wanted to try and I was so glad I did it. I think it helped that I chose a fairly laid-back option (I went to Iceland) to ease me into my first solo trip. The best thing about going solo is that you can do everything at your own pace. You don’t have to worry about making the other people in your party happy – you can eat where you want, go where you want and do what you want. It’s something I would suggest everyone tries, at least once.

Travel in 2015 is already set to be even better, with at least three new places I can add to my list! Barbados is first, then there’s two I can’t mention just yet as they’re both surprise trips and the people involved might come across this page (don’t want them to know where they’re going just yet!). Plus there’s the possibility of some super-exciting travel plans in the second half of the year, so stay tuned!



When you hit your twenties, a weird thing starts happening – every year you seem to lose friends. Whether this is a case of people’s lives taking different paths or just growing into different people, you start to drift apart and lose contact. Over the past few years, I’ve lost touch with people I thought I’d be friends with forever. This year, I ended up drifting apart from someone I considered one of my closest friends. Gradually, life got in the way and we found less and less time to catch up. So 2015 is to become the year I actively try not to lose touch with any friends.

Thankfully, when you start doing other things in your life, you end up meeting new people and making new friends. As well as having some amazing old friends in my life, I’ve been lucky enough to for some strong bonds with people I’ve gotten to know better this year.


The root of all evil but something we’d all like more of. And with a penchant for travelling and designer shoes, something I’m not very good with. One of the big decisions I made this year was to move back in with my parents. After renting for eighteen months, I decided it was time to be a bit more sensible. Part of my decision was based on not getting on with one housemate. I’d made the rash decision just to move out because at 23, I didn’t think I should be living with my parents anymore, and found a place with people who were willing to move too, without thinking about it too much. One was a good friend, so that was fine, but the other was someone I realised I didn’t really know, despite what I originally thought. We were polar opposites and it didn’t take long for there to be tension – things were not great (probably as much my fault as anyone else’s).

The other half of my decision was the money factor. After working out what I’d spent on rent over 18 months, without having anything to show for it, I felt really bad. It is dead money. I’m glad I’ve gotten the experience out the way but I wouldn’t do it again. Moving back home has been nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be and it’s a chance to have a bit more surplus cash to play about with.

With the big plans I’ve got for 2015, going to be able to splash the cash! But the best thing about it is, I should hopefully still be able to bump my savings up.


One of the things I said at Christmas last year was, by the following year, I would be signing my Christmas cards with two names. Turns out, I was way off the mark there. But guess what – it doesn’t matter. 2014 was a year of some bad mistakes, some good mistakes and plenty of dates. One of the main things I picked up from this was that you can’t control things and you can’t have a type. All the men that sounded ideal on paper, weren’t for me. The guys who weren’t what I considered “my type” and were pretty different from me, were the ones I clicked with the most.

I’m a hopeless romantic. I believe in that big, fantastic, wild love. But the thing is, you can’t make that happen – you have to let it find you. I’ve read, and planned out, enough romance novels to know that when it happens, it happens. I wasn’t going to let myself jump into something with a guy who seemed ok after a couple of dates, when I was still waiting for the fireworks to kick in, just to be able to put two names on a card. Don’t settle. Just let things work themselves out and stop trying so hard to look for what needs to find you. You’ll get your fireworks…but that doesn’t mean you can’t play about with the sparklers while you’re waiting ;-).


So 2014 was good, but 2015 is going to be even better! There’s still a lot of stuff left for me to and there’s still a lot of goals to achieve.

To everyone reading this, have a Happy New Year and I wish you all the best for 2015 – make it your own!


Viva Las Vegas

So I recently released my second novel (hint hint, cheeky little insert here of the link to buy it – http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00KO1KKW8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 ). It’s a follow-up to the first novel I released a few months ago and originally I hadn’t planned to write a sequel.

Then I went to Vegas.

If you’ve read my first book then you’ll understand the Las Vegas link from the end of it.

On the flight over to Vegas, the whole story started to form in my head and so I felt like I couldn’t not write it. So while I was there enjoying my holiday, I was compiling the story at the same time, deciding which places I visited would be useful to mention in the book.

As a tie-in with my novel release, I am posting up my own personal top five things to do in Vegas. In no particular order:-


  1. Gambling.

Obviously. What else are you going to do in Las Vegas?

I was actually able to come back from Vegas and tick something off my bucket list – I came back with a profit (not on the whole but from the money I had set aside to gamble …it still counts!), all from my first attempt at the roulette wheel. Lucky number 27! If you read the book, that’s going to make a lot more sense.

Basically, you can’t turn the corner without being able to gamble on something and I am now completely aware of how people develop addictions. My sister was very close to doing so. The slots are pretty unintimidating and quite amusing if you can find one based on a favourite childhood game or TV show.

The tables on the other hand, require a bit more know-how.

Keep an eye out during the day to see if free lessons are being offered. If you’ve ever wanted to try your hand at craps, now would be the time, when there’s nothing to lose. Also, check the minimum bet for the table you’re heading to (they all differ) lest you sit down at one with a higher minimum than you wanted to spend but pay it anyway out of sheer embarrassment.



  1. All-You-Can-Eat Buffet

This really is something else.

We did the breakfast buffet twice, the second time paying that little bit extra for the unlimited champagne brunch, but it’s worth it alone for the food. If I wasn’t eating at least four plates (one of the plates being dessert, of course) then I didn’t feel like I was getting my money’s worth.

They had pretty much every breakfast food you could possibly imagine, so there’s something for everyone, but also included was a salad bar, seafood station, nacho station and a whole area just for desserts.

You might not think you fancy prawns or ice-cream at ten in the morning, but Vegas runs on its own time and once you’re actually there, it is bliss.


  1. Bellagio Fountains

Just before I start properly talking about these, note down that they don’t begin until 3PM and go off every half hour, until the evening when they then go off every quarter of an hour. This will stop you wasting time, loitering around at 1PM, waiting for them to start!

It’s worth catching these in both the day time and the evening just because of the different setting. In the evening, when they run every 15 minutes, it’s also worth staying for a few as there are a variety of different songs and therefore a different fountain sequence.

If you don’t know about the Bellagio fountains, basically there is a massive body of water in front of the hotel and they have an extravagant fountain show, where the water sprays, squirts and dances to a variety of well-known songs. It’s incredibly mesmerising and beautiful to watch. A proper Vegas must-see.



  1. Cirque du Soleil

Las Vegas has great shows in abundance. There’s always some big name in residency at one of the hotels and a variety of performances to suit any taste wherever you turn. But I highly recommend splashing out on a ticket to watch one of the Cirque du Soleil shows.

When we went, there were four shows to choose from at four different hotels. We did a bit of research before we flew out, checking ticket prices because some of them were really through the roof. Doing it beforehand did help us get a better deal and the best prices.

We settled on the Love show at The Mirage (I am a massive Beatles fan). It was A-MAZ-ING. I’ve never seen anything like it but it was incredible. Whenever I listen to Revolution now, I just picture people somersaulting over red phone boxes.

Annoyingly, we’d been up since 6AM that morning to go to the Grand Canyon and were really feeling the effects of it by the evening. I had to force myself to stay awake during the show because I was really flagging. But the fact I didn’t showed how enthralling the performance actually was. I fought hard, stayed awake, and witnessed something spectacular which left me in a good mood for the rest of the trip.


  1. Have a nose in all the other hotels.

The hotels want you to go in, even if you aren’t a guest there. They want you to spend money with them. So this means you can just waltz into any hotel and wander around to your hearts content. You can even use their pools – though you might have to pay for this privilege if you’re only a visitor.

The best thing about this is that you get to do so much. You don’t even really need to research what you want to do beforehand (although it does help for time management) because you’ll always find something to do.

We wandered into New York, New York to have a ride on their rollercoaster, we wanted into The Mirage to go see the dolphins, we wandered into Excalibur and got lost because it was so big and we wandered into the Bellagio, just because it’s the Bellagio.

Each hotel is trying to out-do the other so it’s definitely worth a look to witness the lengths they are going. It might even tempt you into going back again, just so you can stay there.



With Las Vegas, there’s literally something to do, all the time. Those five things only just touch on what you can get up to while you’re there, but regardless of what you do, it’s definitely worth a visit.

Happy travels.









Hi, I’m Megan and…

Apparently it is never too old to teach an old dog new tricks.

I have never been the most technologically minded person in this modern age, but in the past few weeks I have over come my fear by publishing my first novel on Kindle (*insert cheeky little plug* it’s called For Better or Worse and is available for download on Amazon now) and now I am starting a blog.

For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to write. Now I have the book thing down (kind of) I’ve been advised to start my own blog. It’s supposed to be a good way of promoting myself as well as a means of regular writing. I don’t know if anyone out there on the inter-web actually cares about my opinion on anything, but I’m going to post them anyway.

The blog is entitled Working Life Out because I think to an extent that is what we’re all still trying to do. My posts are going to be based on things that interest me but also opinions on the things we women have to put up with in this modern day and age. So expect posts on fashion, beauty, well-being, relationships, sex (apparently the two are not mutually exclusive), pieces on women who I find inspirational and perhaps some occasional rant which is just me trying to get things off my chest. Hopefully you might find something that resonates with your, or at least pick up some handy tips.

This is the first time I’ve done anything like this, so bear with me while I find my cyber-feet, but if there’s anything you’d like me to address or see more of in the coming weeks, then suggestions are more than welcome.

Thank you for your time and hopefully I have peaked your interest, just a little.


P.S. I promise I will start inserting photos…it’s not always going to be this bland.