May 13th, 2013

The Sunlounger anthology,  publishing July 1st  is this summer’s must read.

Thirty authors have contributed a short story to what is going to be the Crème de la Kindle, ( I made that saying up
myself).  Each story will be set in a different exotic location; it’s an Around the World trip in the flick of a download. There can be no preferred scenario to taking yourself off to Hong Kong in the morning, Egypt at lunch time, spending the early evening in Dubai and going to New York for dinner.  It’s the perfect beach read, or commute read, or sitting in the doctor’s surgery read for that matter.

And so who has contributed to this work of literary genius I hear you ask. Well the fabulous and talented Belinda Jones
for a start, (she had to contribute because the whole concept was her brilliant idea). And then there is Chrissie Manby,  Lucy Lord, Kate Harrison and Victoria Fox to name but a few.  Oh, and me!

I’ve set my ‘Sunlounger’ story against the glistening backdrop of the sun kissed Greek island of Santorini. I visited
Santorini  for research purposes. I know writers always say that for tax reasons, this is our little scam to swindle the Government. But I really did go for research purposes. I went with my sister, daughter and two nieces. We always travel en-mass, because our kids are terrible free-loaders, I suspect they always will be. I’ve never seen the inside of my daughters purse, and she’s nearly twenty. (That’s quite an achievement to shirk on buying a drink for twenty years).  I booked us into a two star hotel, (my sister moaned that the hotel looked like a World War II bomb shelter. I couldn’t deny her observation).  I had wanted to absorb the primitive traditions of the island, without the frills of five star luxury. I had been adamant, after all that was why we were there. But it only took me one night to absorb the island’s primitive traditions. (It would have been really clever of the hotel manager if he could have remembered the Wi-Fi Code and a shower curtain would’ve been nice. And  I got an electric shock from the toaster at breakfast which brought on a minor cardiac arrest).

‘Buy a bloody guide book if you want a cultural experience,’ my daughter helpfully suggested, ‘just get us out of this
hotel before we contract the latest global epidemic.’ She’d added holding a paper mask over her nose.

‘The spider in my bath has eyebrows and a moustache. It’s bloody enormous, I’m not staying here.’ My niece stated firmly.

We checked out and trooped into a four star hotel on the beachfront and had a fabulous holiday.  We loved it. And so
when Belinda asked me to contribute a travel related story I knew exactly where I wanted to take my characters . . . to the hazy blue Aegean and the beautiful island of Santorini.

So come with all the ‘Sunlounger’ authors this summer, between us we will take you where ever it is that you have always
wanted to go.

Posted in: From the Author by Molly Hopkins on May 13th, 2013
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Announcing the Winner of the ‘Write Your Own Ending To Molly Hopkins’ It Happened at Boot Camp’ competition!

October 17th, 2012

This summer we offered Molly Hopkins fans and aspiring women’s fiction writers everywhere the chance to ‘write their own ending’ to It Happened at Boot Camp, the interactive digital download novella from Molly Hopkins, author of the It Happened series. (Available from online retailers now for just 99p.)

The team here at Little, Brown and author Molly Hopkins spent a long time deliberating and we are really pleased to announce that our competition winner has been chosen! Step forward Bronagh McAteer, whose fantastically funny and wonderfully written entry had us all chuckling at our computer screens!

You can read Bronagh’ s winning entry here! Or find out more about her over on her blog.

About the book

In this eBook exclusive novella, tour guide extraordinaire Evie Dexter and her flirtatious, man –addicted best friend Lulu face the ultimate single-girl challenge – giving up men for two whole weeks! Holed up at a man-free military-style boot camp in the boringly beautiful English countryside, just how long can the pair stick it out?

You decide!

A commercial women’s fiction first, It Happened at Boot Camp is an interactive novella with three different delectable endings allowing you to choose what happens to your favourite tour-guide heroine and her man-addicted best friend!

The perfect quick read for both existing Molly Hopkins fans and anyone looking for a fun flirty quick read, you can download for just 99p and enjoy now!

Posted in: Publisher News, Win Stuff by Carleen Peters on October 17th, 2012
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The Magic of Tisserand

October 12th, 2012

Oh my god. I am converted. Like totally. I have to share my discovery. Have you tried the Tisserand and Barefoot product range? If not you must, and the sooner the better.

The Barefoot SOS Barrier Hand Cream is marvelous. It’s rich and creamy and scented with jojoba oils and shea butter. It’s a glove of luxury. I suffer from dry skin and so I know what I’m talking about when I say
that this hand cream works, because it does, results are instant. And it’s not very expensive, it  only cost £13, which is amazing value because you only need to use a little bit at a time, the tube I have will last for ages, (if my daughter doesn’t steal it). The Face And Body Rescue Cream is a magical formula, recommended by dermatologists and natural health professionals in combating problematic dry skin areas, (I read that on the packet). And they’re right to recommend it. I’ve only been using it for two weeks, and I can see an unbelievable difference. I bought it in Plant Organic and it wasn’t expensive either, it only cost £5.95.

But my favorite products are the Rosa Fina face lotion, and nourishing cleansing milk. Both are rich in texture, smell gorgeous and literally soak into your skin, like water in a sponge. I’m hooked, and saving loads of money because I was splashing out a fortune on Dermalogica.

Everything I posses I have to share with my daughter, (she’s a makeup kleptomaniac, she can’t help herself, she is at the full blown end of the obsessive compulsive makeup stealing spectrum. This illness also manifests itself in my drinks cabinet and wardrobe). And so to be able to chip away at the price of my beauty products and to prefer this new less expensive range to my originally mega pricey variety is truly a success story, because I’m funding two complexions and two sets of dry skin.

OK, here are some of the other products I LOVE . . .The Tisserand Deep Cleansing Skin Wash, The Sweet Dreams Aromatherapy Roller Ball, and the Energy Roller Ball. And the Pacifica Tahitian Gardenia Solid Perfume, (which fits into the smallest handbags).

I’ve just had a look on the website, ( There is a Barefoot Rosa Fina Instant Youth Serum. That’s a big promise, (instant youth). I’ve ordered it, I can’t wait. I might start my Christmas shopping now, but the problem with Christmas shopping in October is that you have a three month window to fight your conscience before you end up keeping everything you buy for yourself. But then . . . I’m worth it, (as the famous advert says).


Posted in: From the Author by Molly Hopkins on October 12th, 2012

Saucy and Sexy It Happened in Venice

September 3rd, 2012

Venice, the stunning capital of the Veneto region in northeast Italy comprises a twist and turn of canals that separate a huddle of 118 islands that are linked by a network of pale gold and flesh tinted bridges. The city is a pictographic cluster of apricot and vanilla coloured Renaissance buildings decorated with vibrant clumps of flowers cascading from window boxes.

It is a fizzing cosmopolitan hub with chic cafes and restaurants, fabulous designer stores and a daily multinational drove of keyed up tourists. Add to this a municipality with no shortage, (that I could see), of handsome men who are uniform in-so-much-as we’re talking six foot of sexy gorgeousness, with glossy black hair and dark eyes shaded by thick spikey lashes, (and that was just the water taxi drivers). You can easily lose yourself in time, dining Al Fresco, twiddling strands of hair into matted knots, whilst lustfully people watching. I did. Subsequently, sitting at a café glass in hand, I decided to set the second novel in the IT HAPPENED series against the magical backdrop of Venice.

And so with the shifting image of clear blue skies, toned torsos straining against white shirts and gondolas bobbing on the canal which glittered like a tray of diamonds, I started writing notes. Venice is a sexy city and so IT HAPPENED IN VENICE was going to have sexy characters, and the sexy characters were going to have saucy storylines. And anyway, isn’t romantic comedy all about escapism. You want to read about the things you’d like to experience but don’t have the time or opportunity to carry out.

For instance in real life you don’t often get the chance to have a good old tryst on the rug in the lounge at six o’clock in the evening, do you? And here are a few reasons why not:-

  • The dog watches, happily wagging his tail, because he thinks it’s a game. And he smells. (I hardly saw any dogs in Venice).
  • Your nosey next door neighbor sniffs along your garden perimeter like a blood hound, and she has a cracking view in to your lounge until darkness falls. (There were shutters on the windows in my hotel room).
  • The kids might turn up unexpected even though they swore on your life that they wouldn’t be coming home. (You don’t take the kids with you to Venice).
  • Your sister has a key to your house. (She’s not in Venice either).
  • Your husband might come home from work early and catch you at it . . . (I’m joking, of course).

And I have a sister that has a key to my house, a nosey neighbor, a smelly dog and two kids. And so needs must that I got cracking on IT HAPPENED IN VENICE, because I wouldn’t be having daytime sex any other way than in my own imagination. I was suddenly on fire! And Venice was my inspiration!

Posted in: From the Author by Carleen Peters on September 3rd, 2012
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Win: A Prize Made in Venice!

August 30th, 2012

It Happened in Venice hits book shops today!To celebrate publication my publishers have two fantastic giveaways for you!


Visit the Little, Brown website and enter to win your very own slice of Venice with a copy of the book and a sumptuous meal for two at a London based Venetian restaurant.


Or follow this link to enter the Write Your Own Ending competition for your chance to nab a copy of It Happened in Venice, a copy of It Happened in Paris, and the opportunity to see your writing printed both here on Molly and on the Little, Brown Books website too!

About the Book:

It Happened in Venice follows spirited fashion-and fun-loving tour guide extraordinaire Evie Dexter as she embarks on four glorious days in the city of lights and love. Jam-packed with lots of saucy love scenes, exotic travel locations and lashings of hilarious adventure, it is an absolute must-have for your holiday handbags! (My publisher’s words!)


Posted in: Publisher News, Win Stuff by Carleen Peters on August 30th, 2012
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Appreciate The Problems You “Dont” Have

July 27th, 2012

Exam results are published next month. Whether you are a nail biting student or a demented parent, dont worry ! At this stage worrying will make no difference to the outcome. And things are not always as bad as they may seem.

A Mum finds a letter propped up against her sons pillow–


‘Dear Mum.
I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. Don’t worry Mum, I’m 15 and know how to take care of myself.
I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy, she is so nice but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am, (in fact she’s only a year younger than you).  But it’s not only the passion, Mum. She’s pregnant., (with triplets). Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people in the commune.
And Mum, there  is a possibility that the police might come to see you, tell them, “I didn’t mean to start the fire.”  Also, I blame the bank for agreeing to give me an overdraft, I think they now realize that dad and I have the same christian name. Tell dad, I’ll pay it back somehow, its only £45,000. I have enclosed the first fiver towards the debt in this envelope.
Someday  me and Stacey will be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren.
Love from your son,
P.S. Mum, none of the above is true. I’m over at Jason’s house, chillin out.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that’s on my desk.
I love you!
Call, when it is safe for me to come home.’
After reading that lot, you wouldn’t give a toss about exam results, would you? Well, I certainly wouldn’t. That said, good luck to my daughter Elise and all the first year students at Southampton Solent. And to my son  Jack and  his girlfriend Hayley at Esher College. Also fingers crossed for my niece Katie and her chums at Fairfield High.

Posted in: From the Author by Molly Hopkins on July 27th, 2012
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Write Your Own Ending To It Happened at Boot Camp

July 19th, 2012

Have you ever raced through a fantastic story, only to be disappointed by what happens to your favourite character at the end? Or spent hours fantasising about what might have been if things had turned out just a little differently? Well, today the power is in your hands, with the release of It Happened at Boot Camp. (Available now for just 99p!)

In a commercial women’s fiction first, this interactive eBook novella comes with three different endings which means you can choose exactly what happens to your favourite tour-guide heroine and her man-addicted best friend! What’s more, to celebrate publication we are taking things one step further, by challenging you to put pen to paper to create a fourth possible ending of your own!

This competition is open to Molly Hopkins fans across the globe! Entries must be no more than 500 words (must include characters from It Happened at Boot Camp) and will be judged by Molly Hopkins, and members of the Sphere Commercial Women’s Fiction team (including Molly Hopkins’ lovely editor!).

The winning entrant will receive a copy of both books in the It Happened series (It Happened in Paris and It Happened in Venice, which is published next month). The winning entry will also be posted on Little, Brown plus right here on Molly’s website.

To enter, simply submit your 500 word ending to with the subject line ‘It Happened at Boot Camp Competition’ by midnight on Thursday 3rd September 2012. Please be sure to include your full name, email address and telephone number in your email and don’t forget to read the full terms and conditions and our privacy policy before entering.

About the book

In this eBook exclusive novella, tour guide extraordinaire Evie Dexter and her flirtatious, man –addicted best friend Lulu face the ultimate single-girl challenge – giving up men for two whole weeks! Holed up at a man-free military-style boot camp in the boringly beautiful English countryside, just how long can the pair stick it out?

You decide!

The perfect quick read for existing Molly Hopkins fans ahead of the brand new It Happened novel (It Happened in Venice, out 30th August 2012); It Happened at Boot Camp is also a fantastic read for anyone looking for a fun flirty quick read this summer. So what are you waiting for download for just 99p and enjoy now!

Posted in: Publisher News, Win Stuff by Carleen Peters on July 19th, 2012
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A True Success Story. This could be you!!

July 18th, 2012

Are you biting your nails in tormented indecision, fretting as to whether you’ve got what it takes to survive a Bootcamp experience? If so let me be your inspiration! Here is visual proof that a kit kat and Shiraz addict can be nurtured and incentivised to push themselves to the limit of physical endurance. (OK, I went to the pub on the way home, but that was only because it was ‘Happy Hour’, in my defense anyone else would’ve done the same). For more amazing success stories, read It Happened at Boot Camp (out tomorrow!).

On my back, legs in the air, which I usually quite enjoy, but not in the middle of a field!

I'm running, here is visual proof! My friends asked for photographic evidence. Frankly I was affronted, as if I would lie about going for a run!

Don't be fooled by the beautiful gardens and imposing Victorian facade. THIS IS BOOTCAMP! None of those bums are mine . . . err Louise, is that you?

Thought my hair looked quite shiny here. In contrast to my face, which was on fire at the time.

Do you see that girl sitting down? Well that's not me. #justsaying!

Posted in: From the Author by Carleen Peters on July 18th, 2012
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Life After Bootcamp

July 16th, 2012

You are probably wondering why Molly Hopkins, the laziest of all people who sits on her backside for a living would go to a Bootcamp in the first place? Well, as a writer I believe it’s easier to write about what you know. You can morph yourself into your character better if you have ‘lived the story’. That’s not to say that if I’d written The Da Vinci Code I’d have popped out and murdered a couple of cardinals. Or if I wrote Erotica that I’d be rolling around in a lace corset on my lounge floor with my postman, (actually he’s quite nice . . .no, no! I would never do that). I just decided that if I was going to do a good job of crafting a credible Bootcamp environment, then I’d better experience it for myself. And so I did.

Everyone makes friends at Bootcamp. It’s impossible not to, because you spend so much time in each others’ company (and I’m talking dusk to dawn). Girls that you’ve only known five minutes swiftly become your confidants and you find yourself blubbering about your diet and weight-loss failures, because you’re morbidly interested in their diet and weight-loss failures. And before you know it, you’ve spilled the beans on your finances, sex-life and what you really think about your in-laws. It really is a sisterhood bonding situation; it brings a bunch of women together that may not cross each others’ path under normal, or indeed any circumstances. It’s School Dinner Lady befriends High Court Judge. You have nothing in common as individuals, but what you do have in common is the fact that you don’t want to do a Circuit Class at 7 o’clock in the morning, but you do want to get rid of your bat-wing arms. And you don’t particularly want to go on a four mile hike, but you do want a couple of inches to magically drop off your backside. You find yourself rallying energy and pushing yourself to physical limits that you didn’t think possible, because you’re conscious that your new friends are plodding to your pathetic pace on yet another death-defying country ramble. And then you turn around and realise that someone is behind you, and you know how desperately that girl wants to succeed, you find yourself suddenly energised and linking arms with her. And for a mile or so you are the strong one (and I say a mile or so, because I was never the strong one for more than that). And OK, you might get stuck with a show-offy gym bunny type that can do everything better than you can, but even she comes in handy because you find yourself tormented with jealousy and determined to show her what you’re made of. And anyway, she’s probably the one with no rhythm who can’t dance Salsa or Jazzersize to save her life.

I’ve kept in touch with a few of the girls I met at Bootcamp. One of my new friends moved house and by coincidence now lives about a ten minute drive from me. And get this . . . we’ve both joined the same gym. And OK, so we don’t actually go to the gym! We swim and lollop around in the Jacuzzi and cremate ourselves in the sauna and steam room. But, and this is an enormous but . . . we do the classes. We’ve been to Glide and Tone, Salsa and Body Pump. And I will do a class even when I can’t be bothered because she talks me into it. And on the rare occasion that I have a sudden uncharacteristic bolt of energy and she can’t be bothered, I shame her into coming with me. You know who you are, Ali.

I think it’s important that you choose the right Bootcamp for you, especially if you’re a novice. You don’t want to find yourself in a Siberian Gulag situation. I went to Brealy Bootcamp in Berkshire. It was definitely the right choice for me; I particularly appreciated the pre-camp advice and also the post-camp support. Three cheers for Julie Brealy (founder and trainer).

I’ve been told that It Happened at Boot Camp is a fun read; I had a great laugh writing it (I honestly did). It’s fiction, of course, but I think I’ve managed to weave a thread of credibility into the storyline and portray what you might expect from a Bootcamp experience. My advice is . . . go for it! You might always regret not giving it a try, but you will never regret having experienced it once you’ve been (well you might . . . sort of, if you are really, really lazy). I loved it (once I was home). No, seriously, I did enjoy it —  in fact, I’m planning another visit. And I’m sure you will enjoy it. too.

You can find out more about what really happened at Bootcamp here!

It Happened at Boot Camp is out this Thursday and is yours for just 99p!

Posted in: From the Author by Carleen Peters on July 16th, 2012
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Blackmailed By A Condom

July 6th, 2012

OK, I’m on the train, (standing as usual). My phone pings. It’s a texts from my son.

SON        Mum can you get me condoms?

I lift my shoulder so that nosey woman next to me cant read my screen, and hide my phone with my cuff.  And fire back a no-nonsense reply. The friggin nerve of him!

ME          No!  Get your own bloody condoms.

There that told him !!

SON         Do you want me to make you a granny?

Big gulp.  Me a granny? No way, he couldn’t . . .he wouldn’t. I can’t even knit. Actually, he might. *Quickly decides on a serious bit of back-peddling*

ME           Where do I get them?

SON         Supermarket bottom shelf next to the lube and shit for bad feet.

ME            OK, on my way.

Posted in: From the Author by Molly Hopkins on July 6th, 2012
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