Press Release For Serpent Priestess of the Annunaki, Dragon Court Series by Katrina Sisowath

Press Release


Serpent Priestess of the Annunaki

Dragon Court Series

Katrina Sisowath




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Available from 5 Prince Publishing

Genre: Fiction, Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology, Fantasy, Historical

Release Date: June 19, 2014

Digital ISBN-10: 1631120522 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-052-7

Print ISBN-10: 1631120530 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-053-4

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Serpent Priestess of the Annunaki

The Annunaki on Nibiru lack precious metals, stones and minerals, which they desire, food on Nibiru is also running low. Their solution: establish a colony on a distant planet teeming with wildlife and vegetation. When the Annunaki discover they are ill equipped to labor under the harsh conditions found on Earth, they  create a workforce called humans, a hybrid manufactured from their DNA and a species known as hominid.


The Serpent Priestess Ninkha and her husband Lord Enki are charged with this task, battling not only the challenges faced adjusting to life on Earth, but Enki’s brother, Enlil, as well. Will the humans live as Enki and Ninkha envisioned–able to learn, create and above all, reason? Or will they subjugate themselves to Enlil and his rule willingly?


At stake is the future of the Priestesses of Damuth, who, along with their serpents, service the Annunaki with their own blood, providing those who partake of the cocktail of blood and venom the ultimate in achieving a higher state of consciousness, along with youth, vigour and longevity. If Enlil, whose disdain of them is well-known, wins, what will happen to them?


To protect themselves and their descendants they form the ‘Dragon Court’, but is it enough?


Serpent Priestesses or Witches, Gods or Demons,


Aliens or Ancestors, Oppressors or Creators?


Perhaps all of the above…………..



About Katrina Sisowath

Katrina Sisowath, née Little, (1979–) was born in Frankfurt, Germany to an English father and American mother. Her formative years were spent in South-East Asia before returning to England to finish her studies. Deciding to follow in her father’s footsteps, she enrolled in a University in China hoping to become a Mandarin-English translator. Visiting her father in 1999 who was living in Cambodia resulted in her meeting her future husband, settling down and opening a preschool. The couple has since chosen to return to England for their daughters’ education.

On a personal level, Katrina is an avid book reader and loves mythology, history (preferably together), ancient civilizations and anything to do with occult ideologies and practices. Mages, Serpent Priestesses and the ‘real’ Gods, aka the ANNUNAKI (the prototypes for those we know today in the form of Greek, Roman, Indian and even the Biblical characters) are all addressed on her website  Included are descriptions of Dragons, reptilian lords, consciousness altering drinks and powders along with what the scarlet clad priestesses really got up to in their sacred chamber.



How to reach Katrina Sisowath

Twitter: @ksDragonCourt

Facebook: The Annunaki and the Dragon Court





Excerpt of Serpent Priestess of the Annunaki

The child sat staring at the setting sun, a slight frown marring the otherwise placid expression on her face. To a casual observer she would appear to be contemplating the mysteries of the universe, but to her long-suffering nurse she was merely demonstrating yet again the obstinance for which she was now legendary amongst the confederation of governesses and tutors, this one being the third in her short life.

Appealing to her parents brought no relief as they were firmly of the opinion childhood was all too short for an Annunaki child and the responsibilities and training began all too soon, so there was no harm in letting her be a child for as long as possible. This was not the common belief or practice amongst the elite of Nibiru, but her parents were as stubborn as she.

“Ninkha-nata you must come down from your perch and return home. Your betrothed and his parents have returned from Planet Tiamut and your presence is required at this evening’s festivities.”

“I have no wish to meet him, I don’t want to marry him and I especially don’t want to move to that dreadful place. Whatever shall I do there? I heard they have no cities, no parties and no festivals or tournaments!”

Her nurse smothered the urge to throw her riding crop at the petulant child and calmly said, “You know you won’t be married to him for many years yet, it is only to be presented to him and his family to see whether or not you like the look of him. If not, you can always tell your parents to cancel it. I should think House Samael to be fortunate to avoid you as a daughter by marriage.”

Ninkha shrugged, smoothed her riding clothes and climbed down from her favourite tree with as much dignity as a 15 year old with the last vestiges of puppy fat could muster. She was of average height for a girl with the promise of further growth to come.

She approached Stethos, her mount, and instantly her mood changed. He was her birth-mate, hatched on the same day as her birth, and in accordance with the traditions of the Annunaki, they were bonded at once with a symbolic transfusion of blood through their umbilical cords. A male Annunaki was bonded with a female dragon and a female Annunaki with a male. This was to promote a symbiotic whole with male/earth/fire/dark and the opposite female/sky/water/light fused into one being.

Where dragons came from or how the tradition started no one quite knew. Legends were many but as with all things legendary time erases much. The most common belief was that an ancient militant priest had been driven high into the mountains of Faliel on the planet of Mas during the Great War. The enemy had routed the Annunaki forces till they were scattered through the forests and mountains. The enemy stopped pursuit at the base of the mountain range for fear of the dragons who inhabited it as they were flesh-eaters. This priest, driven by desperation, took his chances.

Whilst hiding in the uppermost reaches of the tree line for forty days, he was compelled by hunger to look for food. He happened across an unguarded dragon’s nest and thought to take an egg. But something unanticipated happened: it hatched and the little chick, upon seeing him, immediately bonded to him as though he was her mother. Try as he might, he could not rid himself of her and neither could he bring himself to roast her. So they remained together, each helping the other survive until the rescue ship arrived. By this time attachment was so strong he brought her with him and she grew into a formidable beast, accompanying him into battle.

The other Annunaki decided this was a most prodigious turn of events and an expedition was raised to gather more dragons’ eggs. After much trial and error, the dragons came to regard Nibiru as their home and were able to populate the planet, hence the ability to pair each Annunaki with a dragon.

“Hello Stethos, who’s my boy? Did you miss me?” Ninkha cooed as she pressed her face against her beloved bonded. Stethos raised his head; sending a ripple of scales cascading from the top of his head to his feet. He was ruby-red with blue and greed jewel toned shimmers on his under-belly. She thought him the most beautiful dragon there ever was. He snorted with delight, flickering his tongue, eagerly awaiting the treat he knew she had for him. She went to her saddle bag and pulled out the leg of lamb she had pilfered from cook earlier that day. Stethos whinnied and sent out a stream of fire in anticipation of his favourite treat.

“Catch” Ninkha cried. Stethos jumped, clasping the leg in his strong jaws, swallowing it whole

Nurse Gaia mounted her bonded, Pecharus, and said in the sternest voice she dared, “Ninkha-Nata, you must come NOW!! Your ladies wait to bathe and dress you. We must not keep Lord Anu waiting. He is not as patient as your parents”

Ninkha sighed, mounted her steed and whispered affectionately into his ear, “Fly my lovely–let’s see if she can keep up.” Stethos spread his powerful wings and together they flew into the setting sun.

Looking down over the city of Aden she couldn’t imagine ever having to leave her beautiful home

There were two centres of learning and doctrine for the majority of the Annunaki known as the Temple of the Fountain of Youth and the Temple of the Tree of Life, though there were those who followed the destructive energies as was their prerogative. These were known as Mulla Xul.

The Annunaki believed there must be a balance in nature for all to thrive and with creation came destruction. Some leaned towards the light of the sun or moon to create and heal, while others sought the secrets and mysteries of that which was hidden. Many things that were needful to Nibiru were discovered by the Mulla Xul and to eradicate them would be self-destructive. A society cannot exist in the light by pretending they have no need of the dark or that it is evil, they had need of those who discovered the power of the sun to use in weapons, or the poisons of the herbs that only bloomed in certain phases of the moon that also had healing properties when combined with other herbs.. Only when an Annunaki was harmed or Nibiru threatened was punishment meted out, to whoever had caused the harm–no matter their proclivities.

The government buildings housing the departments of war, science and discovery, health, and education were built in the first ring surrounding the two temples. The High Families had their houses in the next ring which formed the centre of the axle around which the city was formed. From the air one could see both the ever-widening rings and the ‘spokes’ which were large avenues that were laid in a direct line from the centre to the outermost ring. Each of those ‘spokes’ divided the city into sections with each industry allotted one section and a colour used for all the buildings in each division–seven in all. This allowed for practicality as if one needed a new garment one just went to the part of the city where clothes were made. In that section one found the raw wool, silk and linen importers, cloth dyers, weavers, tailors and seamstresses.

The only time there was a tumult was during the yearly tournaments which were held outside the city grounds. On those days there was no work and people were free to mingle, eat and drink to their hearts content.

Ninkha looked forward to these festivities as did many of her compatriots. The thrill of the best and boldest pitting their skills against each other in a test of daring and bravado, each charging the other on their dragon with swords known as Shuhadaku set aflame by the sacred fire. The competitors would be clothed in white loincloth with golden sandals, armbands, breastplate and helmet completing the look. A shield with the insignia of the house of the competitor afforded some protection to him/herself and means of identification to the spectators.

It was the dream of every Annunaki to compete in the tournament, once they had passed their 3 trials and were accepted as full Annunaki and no longer children. Exceptions were given to those who had been identified from an early age as having a special gift and were to be trained as Priests, Priestesses or Healers. These were considered sacred and the shedding of their blood forbidden. Ninkha, having been identified as strong in the Healing arts was automatically excluded from participation.

Ninkha wiped a tear from her eye as the two women rose ever higher, their backs to the setting sun. She would not let anyone see her cry but she could let nurse feel her displeasure. It would not do to greet her future in-laws in her present mood, so she nudged Stethos and pulled his reins up. He knew what she wanted; having felt her rage and sense of helplessness and responded. Up and up they flew, ever higher reaching past the point Annunaki were safe to fly until she could  see the many stars twinkling in the black of eternal night. Looking down through the clouds she beheld Aden bathed in the light of a receding sun, soft and golden. She heard nurse ordering her to come down that instant, but the voice was distant, as through a body of water. She held her breath for a moment: Stethos dipped his nose towards the ground and down they flew, gathering speed, the clouds, nurse, other dragons and vehicles a blur, the cupola of the Temple of Youth coming up closer and closer until just before they impacted the crystal dome Stethos pulled up and resumed flying in a ‘normal’ fashion, one nurse would approve, perpendicular to the buildings rather than hurtling towards it as some sort of missile. She had first played this game with friends at the age of 5 jumping off treetops and she had never tired of it. As they grew older the heights grew as well until she was the only one left, the others having admitted defeat. She never once closed her eyes, as her friends did.




Enki and his brother Enlil were in the courtyard of their house on Nibiru, having returned from Planet Tiamut the previous evening and spending 12 hours in the Chamber of Purification, necessary as the changes in atmospheric pressure could have adverse effects without a re-balancing of energy and breath intake. It was also feared Annunaki, animal or plant, could bring disease or blight to Nibiru without proper checks by the Priests. As much of a necessity as it was, the two brothers nevertheless found confinement torturous and revelled in the freedom once the doors were opened.

The Annunaki’s airship was used to travel between planets and solar systems. It was huge and rather unwieldy, thus making turns and landings difficult but it could travel far at great speeds. It was divided into three parts: the command centre was a golden sphere which housed the sleeping and eating quarters of the Annunaki. Next was a long arrow-shaped object in which the dragons and animals were housed and supplies were stored. Finally, there was a finlike structure that propelled the airship forward using a fuel source that had run low on Nibiru but was plentiful on Tiamut. This was used during takeoff but once they entered a solar system the Annunaki had devised a method of harnessing the Sun’s gravitational pull to slingshot through space, switching to fuel to move on to the next system.

“Free at last” Enki shouted as he stumbled out, half blinded, into the sun. His older brother, Enlil, paused at the doorway, taking time to rearrange his robe and become accustomed to the light before venturing into the open air. Both boys were tall, with the long limbs and defined musculature that spoke of hours spent at practice in the martial arts and less time spent at the desk studying with their tutors. Enki’s features were perhaps a little more rugged, his forehead and nose slightly broader than Enlil’s, but both had the same intense gaze from the same pair of dark eyes, the same manner of lifting one eyebrow when they expressed disbelief and the same smile that took women’s breath away when directed at them. A strong jaw and mop of black curly hair completed their look, though Enki was prone to declaring he’d rather “shave the whole lot off” when he tired of the heat of Planet Tiamut.

“Must you behave in such a manner, you embarrass yourself”, Enlil muttered as he caught up to Enki, who was engaged in a body roll with Rexar, one of their hunters.

“Come now Enlil, we’re home, it is time to reward ourselves after all our effort.”

“And turn myself into a laughingstock like yourself?  NEVER! I’d rather spend 12 more hours in the chamber”

At that point the boys heard the familiar whinnies of their bonded who had just been released from their Purification Chamber and rushed over to comfort them. As torturous as it was for them, it was even more terrifying to dragons, who would have to be subdued with chains else in their terror they attack one another.

The bond between Annunaki and dragon was stronger than man and wife, it lasted for life. Emotions and sensations were shared, especially pain, hence the strictest punishment enforced on those who attacked or injured another’s dragon, unless at a tournament or in war. An Annunaki and his/her bonded dragon were as a team, but could also move and think as one. If one felt his energy flagging during battle, the other channelled his/her energy into their bonded, sustaining them.

The greatest wish was for every Annunaki was to die with one’s dragon and for many that came true, whether in fighting or at peace. An Annunaki’s worst fear was to outlive one’s dragon for a lengthy amount of time as an Annunaki without one’s dragon was considered less than whole, crippled and defenceless. A dragon without its bonded also did not fare well, and many chose to follow its bonded into death at the funeral rites rather than retire to the settlement outside Aden

“Hush Nahla, you’re safe. It’s all over”, Enki soothed. Nahla shivered and shook herself as if to relieve herself from the nightmare she had just woken from. “Shall we go for a ride? Take a look at the tournament ground?”

Enlil smiled and petting Mardoh said, “Why not? Mardoh needs to stretch her wings. Perhaps we could throw in a little practice before dinner.”

The two boys fetched their practice weapons, saddled their bonded and prepared to mount. Belil, their father’s steward came rushing over, “Masters Enki and Enlil, where are you going? You must prepare for tonight’s festivities”

“We’re just going for a fly-over; we will be back in one turning of the dial.”

The boys mounted, their dragons unfolding their wings and began beating in time, revelling in the movement after days spent confined on the craft and in the chamber. Belil smiled, inclined his head and said, “Very well, your attendants will await you upon your return.”

Flying over Aden they engaged in a race weaving in and out of the buildings and spires, under bridges, over towers, skimming over the water, getting as close as they dared to people and objects on the ground without actually touching them. It was a game they often played, one that required not only speed, but also dexterity, skill and bravery. Enki was the faster and more daring of the two, but Enlil was far more shrewd and less likely to end up crash landing or requiring the services of the master healer after miscalculating the distance between himself and an object.

Lord Anu often despaired of his son’s propensity to self-harm and wondered if he was marrying the right son to Lord Amun and Lady Isa’s daughter. Enlil may have been the elder of the two brothers, but he was the son of Lord Anu’s younger wife, Lord Anu having married a pair of sisters.  Enki’s mother was first wife and, according to the customs of the Annunaki, Enki was regarded as first son and so the first to be wedded. The Ladies Barat An-na and Tiamat left the rearing of their boys to Lord Anu and the tutors, preferring to devote their time to the raising of Lady Tiamat’s daughter, Eris. The Annunaki were matrilineal and the bloodlines flowed through the women. It was Eris who would be continuing their bloodline and so it was of vital importance that she be trained to deal with all matters related to their house. Each house had its own methods, practices and secrets and the women were the guardians of that knowledge.

They reached the outskirts of the city and spying the tournament grounds, steered their bonded over. Setting down they examined the grounds inch by inch, looking over the spectator stands, the distance of the targets, the obstacles for the flight competition and the area for the tournament the warriors most looked forward to; combat. Two opposing Annunaki and their dragons would fly at each other from opposite ends of the field each armed with a flaming sword and shield. The objective being dislodging the competitor from his or her bonded. Fighting was fierce and injuries common, with death being an accepted risk.

Enki and Enlil studied the shields posted on the tournament lists to better know who they would be facing, each of the major houses were represented as well as each city faction. In this, the nobility and commoners were equal, anyone could emerge the victor. It was a source of pride for each faction and much time went on training their best fighters with mini-competitions held throughout the year, the victor then going on to compete in the tournament. Each faction had their own emblem and insignia with their industry displayed on their shield. Thus the garment faction had a loom, the food a winnow of wheat, the goldsmiths a nugget of gold. The noble houses had animals or objects found in nature as their insignia, passed down through the women. Lord Anu’s house which was House Samael was a two-headed eagle looking forwards and backwards, in reference to the unique abilities found in their bloodline

“Each of the 12 houses are represented this year, looks like House Daemon have found a warrior”, Enlil snorted. It was not unusual for several years to pass between Houses entering their champions as each house had a limited number of children, the children must pass through several years of training and puberty and then face their 3 trials before being deemed fit to take part. Each champion could only compete once in their lifetime, so if a House had a gap in the age of their children, then they would not be represented in the tournament.

“It was gracious of the council to allow father to enlist us both” Enki observed, studying the lists and two shields: one under House Samael for Enlil and the other under House Nata for himself.

“They had no choice, I came of age last year, but because we were commanded to remain on Tiamut it is only right they allow us both to compete”

“I could compete next year.”

“No, I overheard Father and Belil talking in his study. The council is anxious it is taking so long to find a method to harvest the crops. Food supply is running low on Nibiru. We will not be able to return until supply lines are established, they’re guessing 5 to 7 years. Besides, it hasn’t been settled, should you chose to not be betrothed to your intended bride, you will not be able to compete under her family shield.”

“As you never fail to delight in reminding me.”

“Rather you than me” Enlil said, playfully aiming his sword then swinging as if to strike his brother’s head off his shoulders.

Enki ducked, then looked up momentarily distracted by a red blur hurtling towards the city centre looking though it were poised to strike a blow at the heart of the Annunaki before pulling up at the last second and heading off west, “Oh, we’d better get back. Father will be angry if we keep him waiting.”

“Let’s go meet that bride of yours. I wager you will be compelled to find a second wife before the first year’s out. Our mothers have their designs upon this one.” Enlil said with a grim nod in the direction of House Nata’s shield on the lists: a serpent eating its own tail.




Chapter 1 – How To Have an Amicable Divorce

Chapter 1 May

Denizon smiled as she saw whose name was flashing up on caller display. ‘Hello love, how’s it going? Are you still having a wonderful time?’ ‘Yes brilliant, thanks,’ answered Robyn, her best friend and sister-in-law, speaking from the other side of the world in New Zealand. ‘You’ll be home soon, won’t you? I can’t believe you’ve been there eight weeks already.’ ‘Neither can I,’ Robyn paused. ‘In fact, that’s the main reason I’m ringing. I’ve decided to stay.’ ‘What? Forever?’ Denizon panicked. ‘No, not forever, silly. Just for four more weeks. Gerald has been invited to spend time at his niece’s new villa on the Cap D’Azur, so I thought I’d take advantage of the extra time off and spend it with my wonderful husband.’ ‘I take it it’s still going well?’ ‘I can’t believe how well. It’s like being in a new relationship, but better. We’ve fallen in love all over again.’ ‘I’m really pleased for you, Rob.’ ‘The training is also going better than anticipated and, hopefully, Dave will be finished in about six weeks, so he’ll be coming back to England then. He’ll have to be located in London for another few months, but at least we can spend weekends together … How’s my darling brother?’ Denizon sighed. ‘Chris is fine. He’s been promoted to Crew Manager.’ ‘That’s great, isn’t it?’ Robyn asked on listening to her friends sigh.

‘Yes,’ Denizon said tentatively. ‘But he’s been away on two residential courses so far, and he’s got another one coming up.’ ‘Let me guess, you’re bored.’ ‘I suppose a bit, my best friend is at the other side of the world and my husband is never here.’ ‘You’ve got Barney.’ ‘I know, but he’s not great with the conversation.’  ‘Cheer up, love. You sound like I did a few weeks ago … are you doing much with your art at the moment?’ ‘Funny you should mention that. I received a phone call yesterday from the University. The Art Department is looking for tutors to teach a summer school and wondered if I’d be interested.’ ‘Well then, that’s something to do,’ Robyn said enthusiastically. ‘Are you going to apply?’ ‘I think so, but I’ve never taught before. There’s a training course in a couple of weeks that I could go on to teach me to teach. It would mean I couldn’t have Barney for a couple of weeks.’ ‘Well, I’m sure Sarah could cope for two weeks. She leaves him with you enough. It’s only fair you have some time to do what you want, and I think it’d be good for you.’ ‘You’re probably right. I’ll ring them back and tell them I’ll do the training course. If I enjoy it, who knows it might lead to something else.’ ‘I think that’s great news. You’d be a good teacher.’ ‘Thanks, love… hadn’t you better be going? This’ll be costing you a fortune.’ ‘I suppose so. I’ll message you next week to arrange a time when we can all get together to Skype.’ ‘Oh! Before I forget, Jay and Max were on Breakfast Time this morning talking about Jay’s book,’ Denizon added.

‘I thought he was in America.’ ‘He was, but he’s back to do a short book tour round London.’ ‘Was he good? I assume Max was.’ ‘He was actually, a natural in front of the camera.’ ‘It figures! What were they talking about?’ ‘About affairs in general and why people have them. Max was defending monogamy and Jay was giving his contrary opinion, sharing his views on being with a partner as long as they make you happy. It was interesting, especially seeing as I know him personally.’ ‘Did he mention his partner?’ Robyn asked with an edge to her voice. ‘Only that’s he’s with someone who he’s compatible with.’ ‘For now,’ Robyn said scathingly. ‘You sound bitter! You’re not are you?’ ‘No, not really. I made my choice as well, and I’m so happy I chose Dave. It’s just that I know his book was written when we were together, and I helped him with a lot of it. I just don’t get any credit.’ ‘Don’t start all that again,’ Denizon reprimanded. ‘You’ve got a perfect life now, don’t even think about Jay.’ ‘Ay, Ay captain. On that note I’m going now, and we’ll speak next week. Love you, Den.’ ‘Love you too, Rob. Take care.’ She placed the phone back in its cradle and smiled. Her friend would never change.  If she was honest, the thought of teaching scared her. Being an artist was a very solitary profession and her own paintings were personal to her. She wouldn’t know how to bring out the best in her students or even if they’d appreciate what she had to say. But Robyn was right – it

would be good for her – because not only was she bored, she was lonely. Without Robyn on the other end of the phone or just round the corner she had nobody. Both her parents had been dead for years, and she was their only offspring. Robyn was the closest thing to a sister she’d ever known, and she totally relied on her for everything. She’d never been one for making friends easily and had gotten so used to her own company all day that sometimes she found it difficult to start conversations. She knew this frustrated her husband, Chris, who was the most gregarious person she had ever met. She often thought it was why Chris had been tempted to seek out the company of other women throughout their married life and probably why she’d made allowances for that particular trait. Chris loved going out and socialising, whereas she preferred a good book or a black and white film. Robyn had loaned her Dr Max Hammond’s book, “Effective Communication”, and it made her realise that the two of them didn’t have a lot to talk about. She had become infatuated with him at age sixteen and hadn’t really looked at another man until she finally snared him six years ago. Chris loved her, of that there was no doubt, but she just wasn’t stimulating enough for him, and he wasn’t intellectual enough for her. He was ruled by his body, and she was ruled by her brain. Since her dice with death last year their relationship had been the best it’d ever been. It was the first time since they’d got together she could honestly say she trusted him. But it had been to the detriment of his personality. He no longer went out as much, offering to spend every evening with her. She could see the life slowly seeping out of him as he tried his best to be something he wasn’t.

The recent promotion at work seemed to perk him up slightly and, even though she missed his company, she knew it was best for his sanity. Maybe tutoring would be the incentive I need to make new friends – and going out to work at a real job could, potentially, make me more interesting. It was with that thought she picked up the phone to ring the University and booked herself on the short teacher training course.

Chapter 2 End of July

Denizon opened the big double doors and tentatively popped her head around. It was graveyard quiet – the University seemed spooky with no students milling around. Her high heels made a resounding click as she walked along the deserted corridor to the Art Department faculty office. She knocked on the door. ‘Come in … come in!’ Denizon opened the door and was greeted by a tall, slim man – his longish wavy hair slightly greying at the temples. She smiled inwardly as she noticed his suit, which would have looked much more at home in the 1970’s. ‘Is it Mrs Denizon Cartwright?’ The man asked smiling. ‘Yes, but please just call me Denizon. I always feel so old when I’m called Mrs Cartwright.’ ‘Hello, Denizon, I’m Professor Damien Johnson and, likewise, please call me Damien. I’ll be showing you around today.’ He held out his hand. ‘Pleased to meet you, Damien.’ Denizon smiled as he shook her hand firmly. Denizon didn’t know what to expect from the induction day but had hoped there would be plenty of people around so she could blend in easily.  ‘Is it just us?’ she asked looking around. ‘For the moment, yes. The other two tutors are a married couple who are coming up from Mid-Glamorgan and have been a bit delayed.’ ‘Oh, is it Greg and Sian?’ Denizon perked up at the news. ‘Yes, do you know them?’ ‘They were on the same training course as me. They’re both lovely.’

‘I haven’t met them yet. I was at a conference in America all the time you were on your teacher training course. Hence, it’s the first time we’ve met … can I get you a drink?’ ‘If you have tea?’ ‘I’m sure that can be arranged, although I can’t swear to its provenance, we all drink coffee here, it keeps us awake.’ ‘I have my own tea bag if it helps?’ ‘My, you are well prepared. Follow me to the most important room in the department, the kitchen.’ ‘Isn’t it quiet without the students?’ Denizon said following the professor further into the building. ‘Just how I like it. I’d get so much more work done if it was like this all the time, but sadly, I wouldn’t get paid.’ Denizon didn’t know whether to laugh at his attempt at a joke – but didn’t as he looked deadly serious. ‘How many are enrolled on my course?’ ‘I’ll have to check, but from memory about twenty five.’ Denizon swallowed audibly. ‘That many? I was hoping for about ten.’ ‘Don’t worry you’ll be fine. ‘Watercolours’ is always the most popular course. Trust me, it’s a piece of cake – everyone is so enthusiastic. All you have to do is put a few items on a desk and get them to paint. Add a few excursions and you’re sorted.’ ‘You make it sound so easy.’ ‘Summer schools are easy. At least all your students make an effort which is more than can be said for mine … have you got that tea bag?’ ‘Sorry, yes.’ Denizon fished out the limp bag from a side pocket in her handbag. ‘Our secretary bought biscuits before she went on annual leave,’ Damien said as he reached into the cupboard.

‘Can I interest you in a Vienna whirl?’ Denizon politely took one. ‘Let’s go through to the room that’ll be your home for the next four weeks.’ Damien spent the next half an hour showing Denizon where everything was kept in the large art studio. Just then, the phone rang. ‘Excuse me. I’ll just have to get that.’ He left Denizon standing at the front of the room by what would be her desk. She sighed. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all. What if I can’t do it? I could be a laughing stock. Why did I let Robyn talk me into it?’ ‘That was Greg on the phone.’ Damien said as he walked back into the room. ‘There’s been an accident on the M62 and they’re in standing traffic. Who knows how long they’ll be … can I buy you lunch?’ ‘Er …’ ‘Oh, no nothing like that …’ he added as he saw the shocked looked on Denizon’s face. ‘It comes out of the departmental budget. We should all be having lunch but, as the others aren’t here yet, we don’t want to go hungry.’ Denizon breathed a sigh of relief. ‘In that case, that’d be lovely?’ ‘Let’s get out of here. The refectory is open, but it’s not great. I know a lovely pub, not too far … would that be okay? We can take my car.’ ‘Er … yes. If you’re sure?’  Damien held open the door to the red open top MG sports car and Denizon slid in. ‘Have you got anything to tie back that lovely hair? It gets pretty windy with the roof down.’ Denizon fished in her bag and pulled out an old scrunchie. She quickly scraped her long blonde hair back in a pony tail as Damien screeched out of the car park.
Chris Cartwright, newly appointed Crew Manager at Hull North Fire Station closed the door to his office. ‘Jen, you can’t talk to me like that here. You know what the lad’s are like.’ ‘Oh Chris, lighten up – no-one heard.’ ‘That’s not the point. Anyway, I’m now your superior officer, you have to treat me with respect.’ Chris smiled at his beautiful colleague, her long ebony hair shimmering in the glint of the sun. ‘In that case you should punish me.’ ‘Yes, I should. You can stay behind after your shift. I’ll find some extra duties for you.’ Chris smirked. ‘Don’t tease me, Chris! It’s been ages since we spent any time together.’ She walked across the room and stood in front of him. ‘I know, Jen, but this is a new job … and you know how it is with Denizon.’ ‘But we have so much fun together,’ she said stroking the few hairs sticking out of the top of his uniform shirt. ‘But what about Craig? You’ve just got engaged!’ ‘Oh, him. You know why I’m with him and it’s not for his stunning good looks and rippling muscles. He’s not a patch on you.’ She reached up and kissed him. ‘Jen, what are you doing? Not here. Anyone can see in.’ ‘In that case, come here.’ She led him by the hand into the large office store cupboard.  ‘Kiss me!’ she said as she started to open her blouse, exposing her firm double G breasts. ‘You haven’t seen them since they’ve been done, have you?’  ‘No … wow! They’re magnificent.’ Chris reached out and exposed one nipple, fingering it gently. ‘God, Jen, you’re such a tease.’

‘I said kiss me.’ Jen reached up and thrust her tongue into his waiting mouth. ‘What if the bell goes off?’ Chris said as he drew breath. ‘Then we’ll stop, but I want you now.’ She reached down and unzipped him. Chris’s bulging erection forced its way out of his trousers. ‘That’s more like it!’ she said admiringly. Chris slammed the door closed with his foot and grabbed hold of his willing colleague. It was only a matter of seconds before he was thrusting himself deep inside her. ‘Oh, Jen! How can I be strong when you do this to me?’ Chris said collapsing down the wall, his legs giving way. ‘I don’t want you to be strong. I want you to be mine. I know we’ll never be together, but this makes my life bearable. Don’t stop wanting me.’ Jen sat down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. ‘How can I ever stop wanting you? You’re gorgeous … how much did they cost?’ ‘A few thousand, I think. Craig wanted me to have them done. Do you like them?’ ‘I do, but there was nothing wrong with them before,’ Chris said, groping one of her large breasts. ‘Do you know you’re the only reason I come to work? Craig wants me to pack it in and spend all my time doing hot yoga and personal training so I can have the body he dreams of.’ ‘So, why don’t you?’ ‘Because I’d be bored out of my mind, and I wouldn’t see you.’ ‘But, Jen, I can’t keep seeing you. I promised Denizon I’d stop messing about.’ ‘Like that’s going to happen with your willpower. I didn’t exactly have to force you.’

‘That’s true … but it has to stop. I’ve got my new job now which I don’t want to lose.’ ‘But I won’t put any pressure on you, I promise. Just let’s get together occasionally, like today. There’s no harm done.’ ‘I suppose not – just don’t go telling anyone. They all think I’m squeaky clean now.’ ‘I’m sure! The day Chris Cartwright stops looking at other women is the day the world will end. Trust me on that one!’ ‘Cheeky! Come here, it’s time for your punishment.’

Denizon got out of the car at the Altisadora. ‘I though you said it wasn’t far. We’re nearly at the coast.’ ‘Sorry. It’s such a nice day. I got carried away. I intended to go to the Horse and Jockey down the road from the University… have you been here before?’ ‘Yes, my husband brought me for a meal for our first wedding anniversary.’ ‘How long have you been married?’ Damien asked, locking his car door. Denizon paused. Gosh! He’s rather forward. Is this what all bosses are like? It’s such a long time since I worked for anyone I’ve forgotten. ‘Sorry, I’m just being nosy.’ ‘It’s okay, coming up to four years that’s all.’ ‘Let’s go and find a seat in the garden. It seems such a shame to be inside on a day like today.’ Damien led them to a quiet table at the furthest end of the beer garden. ‘What can I get you to drink?’ ‘Just a lime and soda, no ice, thanks,’ replied Denizon.

‘Are you sure I can’t tempt you to anything stronger? It’s a lovely day for a glass of cool, clear Pinot Grigio. I’m having one.’ ‘Go on then, I’ll have a small one.’ ‘You look at the menu while I get us a drink. Choose the most expensive thing. It’s not often I get to use the expense account.’ They both ordered sirloin with a salad and when  Damien came back from the bar. He moved his chair closer to Denizon’s. ‘So tell me all about my new watercolour tutor. Normally, I would have been on the interview panel but, as I mentioned, I wasn’t in the country.’ ‘What is there to tell? I’m an artist, partly commercial. I do calendars and work for large companies and I paint for fun. I sell my work and have a couple of exhibitions a year. I suppose, I earn a decent living.’ ‘So why do you want to tutor?’ Denizon paused. Should I tell him the truth? That I’m a boring housewife and want to do something that will make me more interesting … no possibly not! ‘Because I’d like to give something back to the art world.’ Damien laughed. ‘You’re joking right?’ ‘Er … I’m not sure what you mean.’ ‘Being an artist is the hardest job in the world. Just when you think you couldn’t get any lower you get another kick in the teeth. You want to give something back? Spare me!’ Damien took a long drink of wine. ‘Sorry … I don’t know where that came from.’ ‘I’m not normally perceptive when it comes to people – I spend too much time alone, but I do get the impression you’re not very happy with your job.’

‘I don’t think you need to be perceptive. I’m going through a bad phase, just ignore me.’ Damien sighed and rubbed his eyes. ‘My budget has been nearly halved, and I have to put on summer school courses that bring in more money than my foundation degree students. It’s hard that’s all … I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I wanted us to come out and enjoy this beautiful day.’ ‘Don’t worry, it’s fine.’  ‘No, I am sorry. Let’s talk about something else … so; what books do you like to read?’ ‘How do you know I like reading?’ ‘I can just tell. You seem very much like me, and I love reading.’ Denizon glanced at her watch and saw it was nearly three o’clock. ‘My word, is that the time. I should be getting back. We’ve been sitting here for two hours.’ ‘Really? But hasn’t it been fun?’ he added. Denizon smiled. ‘It has actually. It’s lovely spending time with someone with the same interests as me.’ ‘Doesn’t your husband share your passion for reading?’ ‘You must be joking! The last book Chris read was for GCSE English – unless you count the Fire Service Manual.’ ‘Your husband’s a fireman?’ ‘His actual title is Crew Manager. He’s just been promoted. Honestly, that’s one of the real reasons I took this job. He spends so long at work. I wanted to get out and meet some new people … are you married?’ ‘I was – I’ve been separated for years.’ Damien paused. ‘I’ve just had a thought. I belong to a group called the Bohemian players. Have you heard of them?’ Denizon shook her head. ‘We get together once a month and talk about art, literature and theatre. It’s not everyone’s thing, but I think you’d enjoy it. This month’s meeting is tomorrow night. Would you be interested in coming along?’ Denizon didn’t even need to think about it. ‘Sounds great! Where’s it at?’ ‘We meet at each other’s houses. If you like I could pick you up.’ She reached into her handbag for her diary. Is Chris on a late? Yes he is, great. ‘That would be fine. What time do you want me to be ready?’ ‘It starts at 7.30, so is 7 okay?’ ‘I’ll be waiting.’ Change of mind!  This job was a very good idea.

Cover Reveal – How to Have an Amicable Divorce

How to Have an Amicable Divorce

Lindsay Harper


Genre: Fiction/Romance/Contemporary

Release Date: May 15, 2014

Digital ISBN-10: 1631120441 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-044-2

Print ISBN-10: 163112045X ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-045-9



How to Have an Amicable Divorce

Have you ever got yourself in so deep you feel like running away and starting a new life?


That’s exactly what wife and artist, Denizon Cartwright felt like doing. After deciding that she couldn’t put up with her unfaithful husband any longer, she leaves him for smooth-talking artist and professor, Damien   Johnson – but she soon learns she’s swapped one liar for another and beats a hasty retreat … only to become entangled with Jay, the ex-lover of her best friend, Robyn.


Could her life get any more complicated?

Yes! A surprise encounter leaves Denizon with an ever-growing list of men falling in love with her.


Her escape route is at hand in the shape of Escuela de Montana d’Armentera, an artistic retreat high up in the Spanish mountains. But her problems only follow, as she discovers.


Will she find true happiness in the Spanish sun or lose everyone she ever held dear?


And is the cost of finding herself too high a price to pay?



Spring Newsletter

Can you believe it’s time to put the clocks forward? It doesn’t seem two minutes since Christmas. How many of you think time seems to be speeding up?

Here in my part of sunny West Yorkshire we didn’t see one snow flake and luckily didn’t have any floods. **********************************************************************************************************

So what has been happening in my world?

The “How to …” series of books finally came to an end. How to Have an Affairwas released on February 13th just in time for Valentine’s day. I did really well for promotions that week as I appeared on local Radio Leeds twice talking about my book and my “Top Ten Tips for Romance”. I was interviewed by a reporter for the Yorkshire Post and I had a full page in the colour supplement. Wakefield Express also gave me a mention along with a photograph.

How to Have an Amicable Divorcecomes out May 15th and I’ve just signed off on the cover. It looks great and is very colourful. It will be revealed at the beginning of April. Watch this space.

The final book in the trilogy, How to Have a Happy Marriageis with the editor now and has a release date of September this year. It was sad to say goodbye to my characters but other people are enjoying them now and I’ve had some great reviews. If you’ve read my book and enjoyed it (and you’ve got a spare minute) would you log onto and write me a review. It all helps my ratings.

I’m over half way through my next book which is a totally different style for me. I’m writing in the first person as a 27 year old girl. Yes, I can remember that far back!!

I thought I’d find it hard but I’m loving it. It’s really funny and is the story of the things that happen to us in normal life living on a small cul-de-sac. I’m not going to give anything else away yet.


Other News


If you ever get chance to go and see a Pecha Kucha talk, do go. It’s a really fun evening. It’s a Japanese Franchise where the speaker created 20 slides on a Powerpoint and talks for 20 seconds on each slide. So each speaker has just over 6 minutes to talk.

I did one recently at the Huddersfield Media Centre. Look on their website for more info. I talked about my writing career but others did a comedy sketch, a talk about their holidays, a life of a postman. It was very entertaining and never boring.

My fellow British 5Prince author has just made it into the Amazon Best seller’s list. Congratulations to Lisa. J. Hobman. Look at for all the other amazing authors. The CEO of the company Bernadette Marie is such an inspiration. I’ve lost count of the number of books she’s written and mostly best sellers.

I’m taking a holiday this weekend to go to my favourite place – the Isle of Wight. I’m taking my dogs, oh! and my husband for a week of walking, meditating and writing. Can’t wait – might even pack today, 3 days early!

Thanks to all of you who sent good wishes to my little dog, Dexter. He’s fully recovered now after his major abdominal surgery for eating a guide rope! He still hasn’t learnt and try’s to put other random things in his mouth. Luckily he was insured!

I’d love to hear from you so please keep in touch.

So paraphrasing the words of Sir Bruce Forsyth on Strictly Come Dancing:

Keep Writing!

Lindsay Harper xx

What other people are saying about my books:

A Second Chance


I have just finished ‘A Second Chance’ and thought it wonderful, I couldn’t put it down! It’s

the best book I’ve read in a long time….haven’t been able to get into other books lately! The

storyline was easy to read and the characters full of personality! I found myself absorbed

and transported into the lives of the characters, wishing I could have been a part of the story,

living amongst them, both during WWll and present day. I loved the esoteric nature of the

book and although I have never experienced mediumship in a group setting or the Spiritualist

Church I now feel I would like to explore both! I have had private readings from a medium

and she was absolutely spot on! I personally really appreciate the epilogue, it finishes a book

off for me, I wish all writers would ‘complete’ their books.


Thank you so much for sharing your talent with me I am grateful for the time you take to do

your research and for the way you express yourself in print. May you have huge success with

all the books yet to be written, I look forward to the reading the next one. Can we buy your

books through all book shops or from you directly?


This is a review for A Second Chance my first novel from an appreciative reader.

“I finished the book and absolutely loved it.

again…I did not want it to end…I was rationing myself to make it last longer.

It just kept me gripped..every page.

…and it was so believable.( again)

I obviously could relate to many of the places and the characters seemed so real.

I really really did enjoy it…hugely enjoyed it

..wish you could write more….and can’t wait for the next book.”

Hilary (Leeds)


Destiny’s Children

I have to say that although I enjoyed both your other books, I enjoyed this one much more. I

could hardly put it down and was resentful of work as it stopped me from reading.


How to Have an Affair

Fantastic writing talent – one to watch out for!

I’d not heard much about this author before, so took a chance at a new book and I am so

pleased I did.

I read How to Have an Affair in 3 sittings, you quickly learn to love the characters and

get involved in their daily struggles. Fast paced and not too far fetched (always a plus in

my book). It strangely made me re-evaluate my relationship and see that I maybe take my

husband for granted a little.

Really enjoyed this book and hope there is a sequel soon!