The New Girlfriend

Sometimes you need to allow a bit of space between completing a manuscript and starting on all the editing and proofreading required to prepare it for publishing. When I finished the final draft for Holy Death, the next title in the Inspector West series, I indulged myself by writing a short romance story: The New Girlfriend.

The story was inspired by the ‘new girlfriend’ adventures of a couple of my mates, and my reading of Transitions – making sense of life’s changes by William Bridges, when I was preparing to retire from the public service.

I had a lot of fun writing this one.

The New Girlfriend

The_New_Girlfriend_Cover_for_KindleFor reasons known only to science, there are men who believe they can’t live without a woman in their lives. Dave Chambers is one of them. Unfortunately for Dave, the woman in his life dies on him.

The New Girlfriend is Dave’s story of how he copes with that unexpected and poorly timed death, and meets ‘the new girlfriend’.

As any man can tell you, finding a new girlfriend is not as easy as it sounds when his friends, usually in a pub somewhere, are encouraging him to get out and meet someone new.

Like most love stories, Dave’s experience of ‘the new girlfriend’ is not all smooth sailing. It has some heartache, some funny moments, and a promising ending.

If you enjoy a light hearted look at life, even at some of its darker moments, you’ll enjoy The New Girlfriend.

Available from Amazon.

Crime and romance together

Murder MysteryThe stories in the Inspector West series are a blending of crime and romance stories.

You might wonder why anyone would write crime stories with a romance or love story theme.

As a Science and Maths student doing the compulsory English subject, I didn’t become a serious reader of fiction until after I had left school. That’s when I discovered I liked reading – when I didn’t have to write a critical essay on the book to satisfy some English teacher. Once I was free of all those school based expectations and prescribed reading lists, I started to read for enjoyment, as well as for learning.

I’ve been a reader ever since….and in my case we’re talking around forty-five years of reading. I’m writing this in my shed (or should I say library?) surrounded by several thousand books – and that’s not counting the hundreds of ebooks on my devices. Maybe I should confess to being addicted  to reading.

Peter in his library

I read a lot of book across several genres but I like mystery stories, especially murder mysteries – that scientific bent showing up trying to solve the riddle and work who did it before all is revealed. In recent years I’ve been reading Ian Rankin, Jo Nesbo, Louise Penny and Michael Robotham to name a few.

As a regular reader of this blog you’d also know I’m interested in personal growth and development, and development of that inner awareness that enables the journey. I’m also interested in relationships, because each of us lives within all kinds of relationships, so there are books by Deepak Chopra, Richard Rohr, Eckhart Tolle, Wayne Dyer, Gregg Braden and quite a few others on my bookshelves.

Bob Baker, one of my marketing mentors, claims that we write stories to educate, to entertain and to inspire.

I’m aiming to meet those lofty goals through exploring the lives of people entangled in the events of a crime.

Basically, I use the crime story as a framework around which to weave the stories of the people involved – the people committing the crime, the police officers trying to solve the crime and apprehend the killer (usually), and the people impacted by the crime, including the victim. They’re stories about ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances, with a touch of suspense or mystery thrown in.

In a lot of crime stories the detective is larger than life. Think Inspector Rebus or Harry Hole.

Inspector West isn’t one of those guys. He’s an ordinary guy with the same sort of relationship issues you and I might have, and he has his own love story, which you can read more about in The Holiday – a bit later in the year.

In After , I examine the relationships of the husband of the victim. I was intrigued by what it would be like not only having to deal with your wife being killed, but also having to cope with the unravelling of the facade of your relationship. I thought going down that rabbit hole might be a little more interesting than just doing the crime story on its own.

Love Story 2

Mind you, writing the crime stories so that readers want to find out who did it, and why, is a lot of fun.

Leave a comment to let us know what you think about this blend of stories.

Thanks for dropping by, Peter

Sex matters – another perspective

My previous post explored sex matters from OSHO’s perspective.  For another perspective I’ve turned to Paul Ford, whose thoughts on the matter open my book.

‘It says here that a bloke can expect to live until he’s ninety, maybe even older if he’s fit and healthy, and gets plenty of sex.’

‘Paul, turn out the light and go to sleep. I’m too tired.’

‘Relax. I wasn’t chatting you up. I just hadn’t thought about living that long. I thought I’d be dead way before ninety.’

‘You’ll be bloody dead before morning if you don’t shut up and let me get some sleep.’

Paul switched off the light. He lay there thinking about living for another fifty years or so and wondering how he was going to pay for twenty five to thirty years of retirement living. He would just have to get serious about financial planning, once they had passed through the private school fees paying phase of middle class living. The last time he had seriously reviewed the family budget the most obvious fact was that their expenses matched their income. There was no surplus for contingencies.

His thoughts turned to Josie. It was always a challenge being next to her in the bed. He wanted sex every time he touched her naked body. Josie, however, had a different perspective. Obviously, as far as Paul could see, God had a twisted sense of humour. How else could you explain the different arousal rates between the sexes? He sees or thinks naked woman – instant arousal, with lumping great erection advertising the state of his interior monologue. She requires hours of talking, coupled with gentle, slow foreplay, before she even thinks about having sex and, even after all that, she is just as likely to roll over and go to sleep, and leave him there with his dripping erection. At least, that had been his experience.

‘Paul, stop tossing and turning! Every time you move you pull the covers off my shoulders.’

‘Sorry. I’ll try to die as soon as possible.’

She ran her smooth hand over his belly. It felt good. His penis stirred from its frustrated slumber.

‘I’m sorry, honey. I’m just really exhausted and I’m finding it hard to go to sleep.’

She snuggled up to him. Within three minutes she was asleep.

It was no wonder prostitution was a thriving business, he thought. It was married men who required the services of prostitutes and supposedly celibate men, in the guise of clergy, who were most strident in their opposition to the profession. He wondered what it would be like having sex with a prostitute. She certainly wouldn’t engage with the client on a personal level. After all, the client was just another transaction and, to survive as a person, the prostitute would have to shut down her emotional self while she was on the job. He decided he’d stick with Josie.

He thought of those times when they did connect and the sex was indescribable. What was the point of sex anyway? It wasn’t about the physical relief, even though that was good, it was about the sacredness of intimacy and that required connection on all three levels of being: physical, emotional and spiritual. He understood why communication failure led to relationship breakdown. The blokes were too much into the physical to notice that the girls were coming from the emotional looking for the spiritual. He knew it was when he came from the emotional, and they touched the spiritual, that they had great sex in the physical.


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It’s not possible for you to be without Love


This is one of nine ‘it’s not possible’ statements given by Jeshua in The Way of Transformation course. You can find out more about the course at .

It’s an interesting statement to sit with. When you read the statement to yourself, what comes up? Does it sound even remotely like it could be true?

The first time I looked at it I read it as: It’s not possible for you to be without Love.

My ego had a good time with that interpretation. It didn’t even notice the capital L. It simply read it as: It’s not possible for you to be without love. Then it reminded me of all the times I had been without a lover, all the times I’d been taken advantage of in relationships, in the workplace or in business. Where was love then? Where was love when I was feeling broken hearted? Or abandoned? Or ignored? Or taken for granted?

I think we can agree that we have all felt that, at times, we were without love; that there wasn’t any love in our lives.

We all think we know what love is. We spend a great deal of time and energy looking for it and trying to hold on to it when we have it. What do you think love is? What is it you’re longing for?

Do you remember the definition from Corinthians? If you’ve been to a church wedding you’ve probably heard it, or some version of it, even if you have never read a bible.

‘Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.’

Maybe there’s more to love than feeling good about being with someone who thinks you’re special or is willing to have sex with you. It might even be something other than that sense of belonging we get when we feel accepted and cared about by others.

When I revisited the statement, and read it out aloud, I realised there was another way that you could read it that changed the whole meaning. Try reading it this way:  It’s not possible for you to be without Love.

This reading forces you to reconsider your definition for love.

What if Love is the primary force or energy of life? What if Love is simply another word for God?

Puts another spin on our lifelong search for love, doesn’t it?

I’ll leave you to ponder that one.


A broken heart is not the end of the story

If every cloud has a silver lining, gratitude is the window for viewing the storm clouds of your life to see that lining. You can choose resentment, if you prefer, but you’ll have a different experience.

Shit happens. You can see it as a mess you have to deal with or a pile of fertiliser; a disaster or an opportunity.

You’re not likely to see an event as a growth opportunity if you’re resentful about it showing up in your life. Consider the event so many ‘love’ songs are dedicated to – the broken heart. Where’s the opportunity there? What is there to be grateful about in being rejected by the love of your life?

If the one who has left you for someone else is happy, you could be grateful for their happiness. I mean, if you love them, don’t you want them to be happy? You could be thankful for being released from that relationship so that you can meet someone else. Think back over your experience of relationship endings. Would you be with your current lover if someone else hadn’t decided you were not the one? Ever met that first love years later and been grateful it didn’t work out? Some of us have. Maybe that’s an advantage of being around for awhile, you get to be grateful for having been spared the consequences of errors of judgement made in your misinformed youth.

A long time ago, when I was much younger, and less aware, I had the dumped experience. I sure as hell didn’t consider gratitude back then. I was too busy feeling devastated and suffering from being broken hearted. Fortunately, as time passed I grew tired of feeling sorry for myself and took the risk of meeting someone else. A few broken hearts later, some of which I broke (a bloke had to even the score didn’t he?), I’d had enough experience of life to discern the difference between love and lust, and I met the woman who is still married to me. Thanks, sweetheart.

So, with hindsight, I’m grateful for the broken heart experience. And yes, for readers of the previous post, I have forgiven myself for all those ‘not so kind’ thoughts I harboured about the girl that decided I was not the one. I only feel love when I think of her now, and I am grateful for the experience of the relationship.

The lover doesn’t change as a person just because he or she changes partners. You can be grateful for having known them or you can be miserable because you’re on your own again.

Over time I’ve come to understand that broken hearts are a sign of attachment or dependence. Feeling broken hearted is more about you and what you think you have lost. It’s about having handed over your power to be happy to someone else. It’s a misinterpretation of self value.

No-one takes anything away from who you are when they leave. You were perfect just the way you were before they arrived, and you’re still perfect just the way you are now that they’re gone, no matter how they left.

It’s okay to miss them. It’s okay to release them. It’s okay to love yourself just the way you are. It doesn’t matter what anybody else thinks about you – it’s all in their mind. You only have to be concerned with what’s in your mind, and as I discussed a few posts ago, you get to choose that.


Thanks for dropping by,