NEW SERIES – OUT NOW! First book #free

It’s strange that, for a few months now, I have been writing a new series of books in secret. . . with the intention of releasing them all at once. Now feels like no better time to release it! If you’re on lockdown or self-isolating, you can read this brand-new series at a bargain.

The Bad Series is an epic series of 6+ books (TBC) and charts the lives and loves of a massive friendship group whose lives intertwine. The actions of one often cause many pain, and vice versa. This is a series of epic character building and friendships that have lasted the test of time. While reading you may wonder if these people are actually real. . . but my intention with these books is certainly to give you a healthy dose of drama and twists and turns!

Bad Friends is where you need to start and she’s FREE today only! Scroll for more details…

Bad Friends

A brand-new series of interconnected stories . . .

Lily is in denial about her relationship with Ian, a university lecturer who was sexy three years ago but has become progressively more boring. Her friends try to tell her what she already knows but it’s an illicit Christmas encounter that finally makes her see sense.

Is life about to get better, or will it only get worse?

The path to true love never runs smooth.

AUTHOR NOTE:

The Bad Series saga charts the lives and loves of a group of friends hailing from Yorkshire, England. Their experiences take them all over the world and each character has a BIG story to tell. Sit back, enjoy the ride, and binge until your heart is content!

Download Book One free here

Bad Actor

Theo Richards is a very bad actor. He’s told lie after lie, kept secrets so deep and dark . . . and yet, his heart has always been in the right place.

The kind of love most people can only dream of is about to drop into his life. At the same time, his career is about to take off and everything is going to change.

Will he survive the rollercoaster, and does anyone ever really get everything they want?

Download Theo’s story for 99p or read free in Kindle Unlimited here

Bad Wife

Susan has always known exactly what she wants and how to get it. So being told she can’t have something is very hard to take.

Now a year since Adam walked her down the aisle, things are becoming complicated.

They visit a fertility clinic for help once it becomes clear things might not happen naturally. The results are unexpected and send Adam into a tailspin.

Were his friends always right about her?

Or didn’t they give her enough of a chance?

Download Adam and Susan’s tale for 99p or read free in Kindle Unlimited here

Bad Girl

SPECIAL PRE-ORDER PRICE!

Chloe is travelling around Australia with her boyfriend when she hears some unexpected news from home. Having spent two years dodging reality and living like a nomad, she decides it’s time to quit messing around and finally go after what she wants.

Leaving Cole behind, she heads home to figure out what her future holds – and why things never worked out with Adam.

As with most love stories, nothing is ever as it might first seem . . .

Pre-order Chloe’s story for 99p here – releasing in TWO WEEKS!

MORE TITLES COMING VERY SOON!!!

Christmas Orders

It’s a little over 5 weeks until the big day! You may be a last-minute shopper saying HELL NO, but maybe I could save you some time…

If you would like to treat yourself to signed SML books for Christmas, or buy them as a gift for someone else, you can go wild doing just that by visiting my order form and picking from numerous options! Reader favourites include Fabien, perfect for this time of year – a spooky vampire story set in York. There’s also the heart-warming Angel Avenue series, also designed to put you in the mood for Christmas and leave you thought-provoked. Or if you prefer high-octane thrillers, Chimera might be for you, or the Unity Series. Better still, if you’re looking for books to make you weak at the knees, you can’t go wrong with the Sub Rosa Series, Nightlong Series, Crimson Duet, A Fine Profession (Chambermaid Book One), not to mention my standalone beefy reads Writing on the Wild Side, Tainted Lovers, Hetty, Guilt or my upcoming release Kismet – SO MANY TO PICK FROM!

I invoice through PayPal and aim to post out your book(s) asap. Sometimes I do need to put in an order with the printer, so the closing date for ordering in time for Xmas is Dec 1st.

My next signing isn’t until OCTOBER 2020 so if you can’t wait until then, this is the perfect opportunity.

If you’d like wrapping or for me to post direct to the recipient if you’re buying on behalf of a friend, please let me know in the comments box. Or alternatively email me or send a DM through social media. To see all my most up to date book covers, visit the library section of this website.

Happy browsing! x

Review Opportunities and Our Poetry Project

There’s still time to join my latest charity project – a poetry anthology. Please join me over on Facebook to learn more, or you can email me for all the details. I am looking for poems, but there’s no minimum or maximum word count, you just have to write something inspired by our cover art! I’ve had some great contributions so far . . . and there’s more to come! Submissions are open until January 31st – please let me know if you have something but it’s going to be late.

I’m galvanising my social networks this year, after a very busy writing year in 2018. This includes opening up review opportunities. If you’d like to read one of my books for free in exchange for an honest review, just fill out this form. I also have a reader group on Facebook where you can gather to discuss what you’ve read in a closed environment!

Similarly, if you’ve read and enjoyed one of my books lately and just haven’t got around to reviewing yet, why not pop some stars and a line or two of review on Amazon or Goodreads? If possible, tag me so that I know you’ve reviewed!

I’m currently working on a few NEW things, but predominantly I plan to release at least one thriller and my first poetry book this year!

Watch this space x

Don’t Judge A Book by Its Cover! and other news . . .

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Lots of “blind date with a book” packages have gone out to readers this week and I’m so pleased they’re already getting stuck in, so to speak!

The above image shows the packages I have left: prices include P&P within the UK (as a special offer) because I need to clear out my office! Please contact me via FB message or through my contact form or via email sarahm.lynch@yahoo.co.uk if you’d like to purchase a book or two. Payment can be made via Paypal.

You’ll see on my website that I have an area for readers to buy signed books – you can order anything you like from there, but you won’t get as good a deal as you will ordering the Blind Date books! Readers familiar with my work will be able to work out which package contains what.

Other News

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It’s your last chance to grab Poems To My Younger Self from Amazon. After March 31st, it won’t be on public sale anymore. I have limited copies in my personal stock which you can purchase from me, but once they’re gone, they’re gone! Please don’t miss out. Order your copy direct from me and you will get a squiggle and a free bookmark – and maybe some other swag. All proceeds go to Make A Wish.

Fill in the order form: CLICK HERE

Purchase from Amazon: mybook.to/youngerpoems

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A new year, new books . . .

dark-background-with-golden-numbers-for-new-year_1035-54382017 is here!

2016 is out… and a new year is definitely in. I don’t really believe in new year’s resolutions because any time is a chance to make changes but I think I’ll definitely be eating beans on toast a few times in January to combat all the rich food I’ve enjoyed over the festive period! I spent a fair few days with my husband and daughter lounging around in pyjamas, ate loads of mince pies and drank plenty of nice drinks. Whatever you did, I hope it was a good one!

2017 is a massive year for the city of Hull, which I live on the outskirts of. Hull is UK City of Culture this year and things kicked off with a massive fireworks display and an installation called Made in Hull (see image). I’ve featured Hull in one or two of my books (click here) and it’s an exciting time for our area. We already have our tickets for The Hypocrite starring Mark Addy and Caroline Quentin!! Hopefully I’ll be able to sneak out of the writing cave to enjoy a few afternoons of culture this year.

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In 2016 I published five novels and edited a few others for clients, too. It was a busy and productive year but there is much more yet to come!

Fans of the Nightlong Series will be pleased to know I will be publishing another Nightlong book in April this year. The third instalment is called The Risk and more details will be available very soon, including pre-order etc. The Risk is the last book in the series and has been completed but is now being edited. I was going to write four books in total but three seems more appropriate and will pack more of a punch. Besides, I have a fair few WIPs in the queue waiting to be written.

After The Risk, I hope to release at least two more novels this year. I don’t like telling people about what I’m writing until I’m entirely sure I can write the whole thing (and that the idea works) but I am happy to give some vague details . . .

After writing several erotic stories with thrilling elements, I’m working on a story of contemporary fiction featuring a very unique and different pairing. It’s going to be emotional and soul-enriching.

I am also working on another spin-off to the Sub Rosa series featuring a character we’ve already met. In fact I’ve got several Sub Rosa spin-offs queued up but some of them will need me to be in a certain mood to write them.

I also have a few secret projects (exciting) in the works but I’m keeping these under my hat until something comes of them.

To keep up to date with details on The Risk, either follow this blog or subscribe to my newsletter here. The Risk will draw a number of threads together and deliver a very satisfying ending, but I won’t pretend the journey there will be easy.

Don’t forget to check out Break the Cycle, my latest charity anthology. You can order signed copies from this website. In fact you can order any of my books – signed – from this site! Check out the section (above).

So it’s back to the writing cave I go . . .

Stay warm and safe,

Sarah x x

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99 pence e-books throughout December

Christmas is only days away and so are those Amazon giftcards which will be gracing stockings across the land. To celebrate the festive season and a new year being right upon us, I’ve priced most of my e-Books for 99 pennies for the month of December.

From the thrilling, romantic Sub Rosa Series (Unbind and Unfurl), to the mind-bending scifi series UNITY, to the heartwarming contemporary romance Angel Avenue, there is something to whet the whistle.

Don’t forget, the next instalment in the NIGHTLONG SERIES will be out early next year and the first two books The Contract and The Fix are among those on sale.

Enjoy xx

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Announcing “Break the Cycle”

I’ll let the video tell the story…

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Latest news + 10,000 followers?

So, I was idly scrolling round my website the other day and happened to see my blog now has 10,000 followers. WOW. How’d that happen?

Anyway, thank you!

So, a few things…

BOOK SIGNINGS

My next book signing is in Dublin on October 8th. You can find out all you need to know about the event by clicking this link: CLADDAGH EVENT PAGE If you want to guarantee your books before the day, you can pre-order by filling out this form: CLICK HERE

TAINTED LOVERS

tainted lovers (2)My latest book Tainted Lovers has been receiving some strong reactions, particularly from women who’ve been in the same position as Adrienne. I’ve deliberately not mentioned her prior history in the blurb so the book isn’t spoiled but for info, she was previously in an abusive relationship – and this impacts on her future marriage. Check out the reviews so far: Visit Amazon UK or Amazon US. I gave everything to one book that I would normally give to a series, so find out for yourself what you think.

EDITING

I’ve had a few queries about this lately so I’m just gonna post this here. I’m not taking on any new editorial projects now until September. I’ll honour those already slated but for the next few months, I’m booked. As always, happy to respond to queries, but my responses may not be so prompt.

DOM DIARIES

I’m working on a companion novel to the Sub Rosa Series at the moment called Dom Diaries. It’s a book from Carl’s POV and has been an interesting challenge, given it’s a collection of diaries, which require a lot of different techniques! I’m hoping to make this available for pre-order in the next two to three weeks.

NEWSLETTER

I’m starting a newsletter very soon which will contain exclusives, previews and news. All you have to do is fill in your details after following this link: http://eepurl.com/bWYDuf.

And that’s all for now. Thanks for reading,

Sarah xx

 

 

 

*Now Live in Paperback*

THEY SAY“They Say I’m Doing Well” is a collection of blogs about overall mental health and it has now become a paperback. 29 authors came together, uniting in the hope of discussing matters often brushed under the carpet. In the process the book is supporting Mind, the UK mental health charity championing improvements to mental health services across the country. £1 from every copy will be donated to Mind.

From poetry to short stories, first-hand experiences to monologues and matters of the heart, “They Say I’m Doing Well” aims to reassure others they are not alone. You can read everybody’s words on this blog for FREE: www.sarahmichellelynch.net/blog

Words have the power to change lives; to educate and nurture, to help bring people together. The authors have put their hearts and souls into this project. Issues tackled include post-natal depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, stress, eating disorders, the strains of coping with physical illness, overcoming cancer, domestic abuse and suicide.

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You can reach the authors who contributed to the project by clicking through these links: Alexandra North, Amelia J Hunter, Andie M Long, Anna-Maria Athanasiou, Audrina Lane, Blake Rivers, Carrie Elks, Charlotte Hart, Claire C Riley, David E Gordon, EJ Shortall, Eleanor Lloyd-Jones, Francesca Marlow, Glenn Haigh, Grace Harper, HA Robinson, Hemmie Martin, Lavinia Urban, Lisa Fulham, Mandy Gibson, Muriel Garcia, Rachel Hague, Rebecca Sherwin, Sarah Michelle Lynch, Scarlett Flame, Stevie Turner, SJ Warner, T A McKay and Victoria L James.

To buy the paperback and support Mind, follow these BUY LINKS:

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1523952636

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1523952636/

Or to support our project with more than a £1 donation, visit our Just Giving page to give a little more: https://www.justgiving.com/Sarah-Lynch16 – your donation goes direct to the Mind charity.

Thank you x

Tainted Lovers is Live…

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Title:

Tainted Lovers

Genre:

Romantic erotica/suspense

Page count:

424

Series?

Complete standalone

Listen to me reading Chapter One without any rehearsal, I just picked it up and read it (sorry if I sound shite! you can read along below):

Chapter One

Easter, 2003

 

I worked as a cataloguist of special documents at Leeds University’s Brotherton Library, which had some seriously interesting old scrolls and manuscripts among its collections. I landed the job because I had tenacity. I wanted the job because it meant not dealing with the public. I was waiting until my son Billy was a little older so that I could give more time to my studies and finally do my accounting degree.

Occasionally I left my office but only to make the dis-tance from my workspace to the café nearby. While Billy spent time at the crèche every afternoon, I worked. I didn’t need the money, just some sort of sanity.

One day I was leaving my office to pick Billy up on my way home when I spotted a man stood nearby at the self-service units, looking perplexed.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” he called in a panicked voice. He held one foot on the floor while reaching high in the air to signal me over the tops of the high booths. Looking around, I saw no other members of staff available to help him. It was getting toward the end of the day for most people and also, it was nearly the Easter holidays and the past few weeks had been the busiest of the year. Most of my colleagues were surviving on cigarettes and bitching sessions to keep them going.

Walking toward him, I asked, “What’s the problem?”

It wasn’t my job to help him, but I was familiar with the self-service machines.

“It won’t let me take out this book.”

Part of me had already clocked the fact he was beautiful but I tried to ignore that.

Attempting to take his book out for him, I muttered under my breath, “Where is everyone?”

“I’ve been stuck standing here for god knows how long waiting for help.”

I nodded along, hearing angry beeps from the machine, which refused to let him take out this book. Looking closer at the screen, I realised the computer bore a message:

 

This title is reserved.

 

Pointing at the screen, I drew his attention to the message and he answered, “Yeah, I reserved it. About four months ago. So did everyone else. Some shit keeps hiding this and none of us can ever get hold of the bloody thing.”

I picked up the book under scrutiny and held it in my hands. It was an old book on medieval chivalry with a brown, warped cover and thin pages nearly falling apart. The book had illustrations in colour but it was at least a hundred years old and should have been a reference title – if that.

“This shouldn’t even be on a shelf,” I mumbled, “it should be under my care. Look at it.”

I felt him staring at me for a while as I examined his long-overdue/reserved book. “A soft spot for battered old books, eh?”

“I’m actually in charge of battered old books,” I told him. “Just wait here a second.”

“Okay. I’ll wait,” he said.

I caught a softness to his voice, perhaps affection, and the tone caught me off guard. Looking directly up into his eyes for the first time, I was throttled by what was staring back.

Our eyes locked. I think I burned from every pore. My belly filled with heat and my heart rinsed off its icy cage in an instant. Staring at him, my feet rooted, I realised he wasn’t affected at all, not whatsoever. Cool as ice. I hated him a little for it.

“In… a… wait,” I mumbled, not making sense.

I rushed off back to my office and sank against the door, panting, trying to slow my heart. Never had I been so affected. Light-headed, I tried to catch my breath.

Clutching the book in my hand, I remembered I had a job to do. My PC on standby, I started it up again and searched the catalogue number.

It was a borrow, he wasn’t lying. Not a reference title. Flicking through it again, I realised it was one of the core subjects our medieval scholars studied – on chivalric court-ship. So I knew he was either an MA student or higher. Going by his eyes, he was a few years older than me.

Anyway, I needed to get rid of him.

Quickly.

I overrode the system and did something naughty, cancelling all the reserve statuses so the book could start a new cycle of temporary ownership. No doubt some div hated his fellow classmates and wanted nobody else to have access to the book, a rare title which could make or break a dissertation.

Gathering myself, I took some deep breaths, my bag clutched under my arm and the book clutched at my chest.

Leaving the office again, I walked fast because I really needed to pick up Billy.

“Hi,” he said as I rejoined him.

Stepping in front of the self-serve machine with authority, I asked, “Library card, please.”

He handed me it and I took the book out for him, avoiding eye contact altogether.

Job done.

“There you go.”

“Thanks… how did you…? Thanks!” He stuffed the book into his rammed-full bag as I began walking away.

I chased down the stairs, not wanting to give him chance to follow me. I had two flights to get down, though. My exit was through the Parkinson building, and the stairs outside were steep and dangerous. I had to slow down to take them.

“Wait, wait!” He caught up with me, a hand on my forearm slowing me down as we got out into the open air. “I know you.”

“I have somewhere to be,” I huffed, impatient.

“Adrienne, right?”

I dared look into those chocolate-brown eyes again and another electric current shot through me, even stronger though this time. In the light of day, I saw how deeply brown his eyes really were – and smouldering – with umber striations.

I folded my arms. “So what? I saw your library card, David.” I sounded pithy. “You saw my name tag. Big deal.”

“No,” he shook his head, “Adrienne Kyd. I know you. Well,” he chuckled, “I know of you.”

I examined him carefully and the familiarity became clear.

“You’re a Harrogate boy,” I said through gritted teeth.

So, my past was inescapable. A boy from my hometown had found me.

But just how much did he know?

“Everybody knows you… or knew you,” he said, but while his tone was affectionate, his eyes remained devoid of any feeling. He looked at me like he was looking right past me. It was something about his steady gaze. I couldn’t read him. He seemed, guarded.

Anyway, he wasn’t lying. Everyone knew me. I was Miss Harrogate 2000, the same year I got together with Marcus, my ex – the donator of sperm that created my child (he was never a father).

“I’m not trying to be rude… I really do have somewhere to be,” I insisted, avoiding his eyes at all costs. I couldn’t help notice he was mentally undressing me, sizing me up for the kill.

“Can I give you my number?” he asked.

“No.”

“No?”

“No. Goodbye.”

I charged off. Petrified wasn’t a word I thought I understood, but right then, I did. I purposely wore dowdy clothes, no make-up – and worked in the backroom of a library. I hardly ever let my hair down (literally) and I didn’t try to make myself look attractive to the opposite sex whatsoever. In fact I was glad to be invisible but that day, my magic cloak seemed to have worn off.

I’d never been so scared before in my life: I’d fallen in love at first sight.

 

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Even though I worked at the library, people may not have even known that. I passed through quickly on my way to and from places; always with my eyes focused on leaving, always with an air of inapproachability so that people never stopped me in my tracks. I lived in my office, end of. I wore a name badge I always tried to hide by folding over my cardigan. I wasn’t on the help desk. I didn’t deal with returns. I didn’t want to talk to people. I didn’t want people to ask me questions and know things about me. I was quiet. I talked to one girl I worked with, Bebe, and the rest of the staff thought I was some sort of mentally ill person with antisocial tendencies. It worked for me.

However. After that first encounter with David, I was no longer a ghost fluttering in and out of that place. I was a target. David hung around in the afternoons, waiting, watching. He asked if he could carry my bag on my way out. He tried to slip his number into the palm of my hand. He even stalked me at my favourite coffee shop in Parkinson, finding out from the owner what my usual tipple was. The coffee shop owner said David had paid for me to have free coffee for the rest of the academic year. I was molten with fury and longing – torn between giving into my urges and tearing strips off him for refusing to let it go.

 

Not many days later, I had to run an errand over to the geography department which was expecting a new delivery of old maps. Because of my infrequent escape from the office, I don’t think David expected me to catch him with another girl that day. I watched from a distance, hiding myself behind one of the many trees lining the pathways of our campus. I spotted him and a redhead on a bench having a heated discussion, and then a second girl walked up to them. A brunette. The two girls faced off, seemingly fighting for him. David was able to slope off because they were too busy arguing. He chased away once he’d put a safe distance between himself and the two ladies, heading off campus it seemed. Once I knew he was gone, I left my hiding place and walked along to my destination, passing the two girls as I did. All I heard from the redhead was, “He was mine first, keep your hands off.”

The brunette replied, “Don’t you see? He’s playing us both…”

I didn’t hear anything more, but I was sure as hell certain David wasn’t a man to be trusted. I certainly couldn’t afford another man like that in my life.

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