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Reading in all the best places...

There are so many different places you can read. That’s the great thing about it. All you need is a book or a reading device, and enough light.  I’ve heard of people reading at the top of trees, in lifts, in church, in the bathroom, and even “shock horror”, while driving.  Some of the strangest places I’ve seen people reading include that one time when a committee I was on decided to go out to dinner. We didn’t know each other well at the time, but after we sat down and were getting acquainted, one of the committee members pulled out a book from her handbag, turned her back on the rest of us and started reading it.  To say we were gobsmacked is an understatement! 

Okay, I can understand being so involved in a book that I have to keep reading it, no matter what, so maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh. There was that time that I was driving home from work and kept opening the book to read it when I was stopped at traffic lights. I got beeped so many times that day!  Don’t do that at home folks! In my defence, I had been working night shift and reading the book at work and I was in a brain fog from lack of sleep!

So go on folks – tell me your secrets. What crazy places have you been caught reading?

Now here is a treat for you :-)   An excerpt from the other Maggie (Maggie Mitchell) who is also moi :-)

CHASING TERPSICHORE is out now! It's book 1 in the Muses Across Time series.


When a goddess lands in modern times there’s bound to be trouble. 

Banished from her home in Olympus and trapped in modern day Australia, Terpsichore does her best to fit in, but when she is mistaken for a prostitute she needs the services of straight- laced solicitor James Barrington to help.

James Barrington is a man on a fast track to a stellar legal career. Being involved with a pole dancing tango teacher is not part of the plan. 

Together they fight a Titan rebel and a journey through the Underworld but can they find each other on the way?


The doorbell rang around eleven o’clock as James shut down his laptop, about to turn in. Who the hell is visiting at this time of night?

Peering through his peephole, he saw a woman. A woman he didn’t recognise. A gorgeous woman he didn’t recognise, who pressed his doorbell quite insistently.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.”

He opened the door and the woman flung herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him smack bang on the lips. Not just any old kiss either. Holy crap. Sparks flew from the first fiery touch of her soft, but demanding, lips on his.

Who is this woman?

Then again, his hormones said something else— who cares?

The softness of her lips belied the intoxicating power of her taste, mixed with the heady scent of her skin. His senses were overloaded as the woman snaked her fingers into his hair and she drew nearer to his body, pressing her breasts so close he could feel the outline of her taut nipples.

Somehow reality kicked in. What in God’s name am I doing kissing a strange woman? Reluctantly he withdrew, placing his hands on her shoulders to steady her as he pushed her away, his breathing as rapid as a freight train. “Okay, you have my attention now.” She opened her eyes and looked up into his face.

Aquamarine eyes, the colour of the Aegean. No, it can’t be.

Afraid he knew the answer already, he asked anyway. “Care to tell me who you are and what you’re doing here?”

She smiled. “Don’t you recognise me, James?” Pouting, she placed her hand dramatically over her chest. “I’m deeply wounded.”

He laughed. Somehow he thought her ego could take it. She looked more like the cat who swallowed the cream than a wounded one. Still, he couldn’t believe this beautiful woman before him was the self-same, pole dancing, tango teacher he’d met that afternoon. She definitely cleaned up well, and his tightening pants could certainly attest to that. “Miss Olympia? I didn’t recognise you. You look different.”

Picking up his hand, she turned it over before tracing his heart line with her index finger. “It’s Corey, and aren’t you going to invite me in?”

He stood back to let her through. “Sure, come in.” Warning bells rang loudly in his head, but he ignored them as she sauntered past him, her hips swaying seductively as she made her way to his couch. What does she want? He’d already decided she wasn’t his type, although she did look better in her surprisingly conservative clothes. With her high–collared white shirt buttoned all the way up to the top and a colourful skirt swishing and swirling around her ankles, no skin showed at all. Yet she still managed to look enticingly sexy. The biggest surprise was her hair. He’d known the blonde mop was a wig, but he never would had guessed at the crowning glory under it. Her hair was magnificent with those amazing red curls flowing way past her shoulders. His hands itched to touch it and feel the softness between his fingers.

Geez, he needed to get a grip.

“Nice place you have here, James.” she said.  She smiled while making herself at home on his couch, and spreading her arms languorously over the top of it.

He stared at the gorgeous body sitting next to him on his couch. She confounded him and he asked himself again—why is she here?  “Is there a problem with the charges? The judge dropped them didn’t he?”

“No problems at all. In fact, that’s why I’m here. To thank you.” Her green eyes twinkled. “I’d be in real trouble if not for your help. I am deeply in your debt.”

Remembering the heat of that kiss, he shifted from one foot to another. “Consider me thanked.”

She lifted her eyebrows and smiled again, a cute little dimple appearing on her cheek. “Oh no, James. I am nowhere near finished thanking you yet.”

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