Only One Woman: Book Launch with 1960s Disco in Abingdon, Oxfordshire, 9th June 2018

We are having a 1960s book launch for 


and you are all invited…

Christina and I are having a 1960’s launch party for ONLY ONE WOMAN at The Bookstore here in Abingdon, Oxfordshire, on Saturday June 9th from 10 a.m. to 2p.m.

Please come along and say hello and join in the bopping (there’s a 60’s disco) and the chatting (we can both chat – a lot) and of course we’ll be signing copies of ONLY ONE WOMAN, too

If you cannot make Abingdon, perhaps you can come to Wales!

We are also having a book launch at Octavo’s Book Cafe and Wine Bar,

West Bute Street, Cardiff, Wales, CF10 4AJ

30th May 2018 6-8pm

bring your 1960s 45s to play and we’ll be playing ours too….


ISBN: 9781783757312

ISBN; 9781783757329

ISBN: 9781682994252


We cannot wait to meet you all….


Only One Woman Competition: 1960s Movie and Singing Star ADRIENNE POSTA is Drawing our Winners


We have another competition coming – keep your eyes peeled for details on our Facebook Page:

And our Only One Woman Blog:

We are giving away 3 signed copies of our mass market Paperback Edition of


in our competition – which closes on 1st June 2018 – to the first 3 names drawn, who can answer a question about the novel, details of which will be shared during the next few days on our Facebook Page and WordPress Blog.

The Paperback is published by Accent Press on 24th May

and is slightly different from the Kindle Paperback and E-book on Amazon/Kobo etc.

This edition features a foreword written by Rock Icon,


formerly of The Marbles, Alcatraz, Ritchie Blackmore, and Rainbow etc; he now has his own band, THE GRAHAM BONNET BAND.

Graham Bonnet Band

Here is a snippet of what he said about reading Only One Woman:
‘For me Jane and Christina’s book – “Only One Woman” – reflects very honestly those times and the feel of those times. I can picture myself back in London when reading some of the pages. The 1960s, for me, was probably the most wonderful time in the music business with such bands as The Beatles, The Stones, The Kinks, The Who, and The Bee Gees and more: the list is endless.

This book will take you back to that time; read on readers’.

Graham Bonnet, Studio City, Los Angeles, California


1960s Movie and Singer Star

of such movies as:

To Sir With Love, Up the Junction, Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush, and many other movies

is going to make the draw which will be held in Buxton, Derbyshire, at a 2 day event in aid of

Jessie’s Fund – Music Helping Children.

For details of the competition keep your eyes peeled on our pages during the following week.

 UK/Ireland only this time…

Christina and Jane will be signing copies of  ONLY ONE WOMAN at their publishers in Cardiff, Wales, on 30th May between 6pm – 8pm (UK) and invite you all to drop in and enjoy the 1960s music and vibe. Bring your own 45 rpm records to play and Paperback to be signed.


For those wanting to join us at our launch at Octavos Book Cafe and Wine Bar
West Bute Street
CF10 5LJ


Call 029 2049 1220

We both hope you will come and say hello and join us in celebrating ONLY ONE WOMAN.

ISBN: 9781783757312 

ISBN: 1520037635

ISBN: 9781783757329

For details of the Fund Raising Event in aid of Jessie’s Fund – Music Helping Children – refer to the posters here:

Celebrate the Paperback/Audio Publication of Only One Woman with us 30th May 2018

To celebrate the launch of the Paperback (for mass markets/stores) and Audio editions




30th May 2018

Please join us

from 6pm until 8pm


Octavo Book Cafe and Wine Bar, 

West Bute Street, Cardiff CF10 5LJ 

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Call 029 2049 1220

This event is going to be a lot of fun – bring your favourite 45 rpm records from the 1960s to play and enjoy as we sign books and generally get into the groove. 

We will be playing songs from our two YouTube Playlists for you to enjoy.

If you want to come in your 1960s gear, please feel free. It will make for some memorable photos.

Everyone is welcome, whatever your age, as long as you are young at heart…


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For fans of the 1968 hit single


sung by

The Marbles

there is a special treat.

We are so chuffed to be able to reveal that the foreword to


has been written by iconic rock singer and former Marbles/Rainbow/Michael Schenker/Ritchie Blackmore singer, 


Photo taken in Studio City on 12/15/15.

The title of our novel is taken from the song of the same name which was a massive hit in 1968. It was written by The Bee Gees especially for Graham Bonnet and his cousin, Trevor Gordon: The Marbles.

Last year iconic singer Graham agreed to write the foreword for our mass market Paperback edition (to be published 24th May).

To read the whole foreword, which tells of working with The Bee Gees, please buy the Paperback on or after 24th May from stores or come along to our book launch in Cardiff – West Bute Street, Cardiff CF10 5LJ – on 30th and we will sign your copies.
Here is a snippet of what he said about reading Only One Woman:
‘For me Jane and Christina’s book – “Only One Woman” – reflects very honestly those times and the feel of those times. I can picture myself back in London when reading some of the pages. The 1960s, for me, was probably the most wonderful time in the music business with such bands as The Beatles, The Stones, The Kinks, The Who, and The Bee Gees and more: the list is endless’.

This book will take you back to that time; read on readers.

Graham Bonnet, Studio City, Los Angeles, California

Graham is on tour in UK/Ireland in August with The Graham Bonnet Band and has a new album out.
Graham’s tour

Guys, gals love our book – so they tell us – and many of our readers and reviewers are men which is so cool.

We’d love to meet all our readers.

Pop along and say hello to Christina and Jane and their publishers

on 30th May 2018

We are excited to meet you.

Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore: Update on Only One Woman Feb 2nd 2018

The authors today are, Jane Risdon and Christina Jones who co-wrote Only One Woman released in November 2017. This is the debut novel for Jane Risdon.

About Only One Woman

Two women, one love story.

June 1968. Renza falls head over heels for heartthrob guitarist Scott. But after a romantic summer together they are torn apart when Renza’s family moves away.

December 1968. On the night she believes to be her last, Stella meets Scott at a local dance. He’s the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and if this one night is all they have, she’ll take it.

As the final colourful year of the sixties dawns, the question is: can there be only one woman for Scott?

One of the recent reviews for the book

This story was right up my street. It had everything I love to read about. The sixties can do no wrong for me. The music, obviously, the clothes and the way they were described, the band, like so many young bands I grew up knowing, some that made it, some that didn’t. Even the food, AND a mention of The Alan Bown Set, all balanced out in a lovely romantic tale of a three way love, leaving me pulled first one way and then the other. I felt sorry for both Renza and Stella in equal parts as they fall in love with Scott.I’m still not too sure he made the right choice, maybe, maybe not. He was quite young to make big decisions. Hopefully there will be a sequel as I’m sure the story could be taken further and I’d love to know what the future holds for them all. Fingers crossed. Thanks for a lovely read.

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A small selection of books by Christina Jones.


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I hope that you will find some books to add to your reading list. Thanks for dropping in.. Sally

Karen King sits in on guitar hero Scott’s exclusive interview – Only One Woman: no spoilers!

This week we’re going back to the sixties for a character interview with Scott, the lead guitarist with Narnia’s Children. Scott is Renza and Stella’s love interest in Only One Woman a semi-autobiographical novel by Christina Jones and Jane Risdon.



Let’s find out a bit about the book first


Two women, one love story.

June 1968. Renza falls head over heels for heartthrob guitarist Scott. But after a romantic summer together they are torn apart when Renza’s family moves away.

December 1968. On the night she believes to be her last, Stella meets Scott at a local dance. He’s the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and if this one night is all they have, she’ll take it.

As the final colourful year of the sixties dawns, the question is: can there be only one woman for Scott?

Oooh, I wonder who Scott will choose? Let’s take a look at his interview with a teen magazine journalist, mid-tour end of 1968 to find out a bit more about his band.

Hi Scott, it’s great to meet you having heard so much about you and your band, Narnia’s Children. Thanks for agreeing to this interview, I know you are busy touring and recording so I appreciate you stopping in for chat.’

Scott: ‘Hi, no sweat, it’s my pleasure.’

So, let’s start with you telling our readers something about yourself and Narnia’s children. When did you meet and form as a band and where did you get the name Narnia’s Children? What brought you to England?’

Scott: I’ve known the guys since we were in our early teens, we were in various bands in Jersey (Channel Islands), and over time we gravitated to the same band which was called something else back then, ‘Singapore Sling.’ Scott laughs. ‘Living in Jersey you’re never far from alcohol – it’s an ‘in’ joke. Anyway, we got a manager, Stephan, who’d seen us playing and liked our own material, which we were writing and dropping into our sets when we could. As you know everyone wants to hear cover songs until you’re established and have a hit of your own. Actually, he came up with the name, Narnia’s Children, because we are all fans of C.S. Lewis’ books. We made some demo recordings – which he paid for – and he flew to England, with the tracks, to meet with record company guys trying to get a deal for us. He also met with various booking agents and managed to secure several tours of the UK, Europe, and he got us on some Mediterranean cruises so we had money coming in.  So tours were scheduled and we had to spend time song-writing and rehearsing, ready to come to England, because we also had lots of auditions for record companies lined up through our fixer, Psychedelic Smith. We also had some famous song-writers offering us their songs to record as well. Really cool stuff, you know. Stephan has financed everything so far…and here we are.’

‘Wow! That’s pretty awesome. You must be having a blast. What do you enjoy most about touring and recording?’

Scott: Recording is cool. Such an intense experience, especially when you’re recording songs you’ve written. Hearing the ideas all come together – you know, from the lyrics scribbled in a notebook, to the chords, melodies, and everything all melding into this track, this song, and then working with a producer who ‘gets it’ – well, it’s just such a trip.’ Scott sighs happily. ‘And touring, well that is the ultimate. Right there and then, nothing but you and the music and the fans. Such a buzz. I love it. Yeah, it’s a drag having to travel up and down the country, you know, one night you’re in Penzance and the next you’ve got to get to Wick in Scotland and then over to Hamburg and your life is just the van, the road, various B&B’s – if you’re lucky and don’t have to sleep in the van – and then it’s on stage, and then it all starts over again. Knackering, oh! Sorry, but you get my drift.’

Full on I imagine. You obviously love it. Did you ever consider getting a ‘proper’ job, or have you always wanted to be a musician? Did you have lessons on bass and guitar – just two of several instruments you play?’

Scott: I’ve never wanted to do anything else, ever since being a choir boy, I guess.’ Scott giggles. ‘Actually, I learned to play with Bert Weedon’s, ‘Play in a Day,’ book. And playing along to The Stones’ records, Blues artists, and musicians like that. I’ve never had a lesson.  My step-father got me my first serious guitar – flew to England with me and we did the rounds of instrument shops in London and we got a second-hand Gibson SG – cherry red – the most beautiful thing. It cost a fortune, and I had to promise to repay him, so I had to make playing work. My Dad wanted me to join the Navy, I nearly freaked – imagine it, me in the Navy. That’s when I left home and moved over to Jersey to my Mum’s. She gets it with me and my music.’

You write with Zak and Mo at times, where do you get your inspiration?

Scott: Yeah, we write together sometimes and other times we all write on our own. If I’m writing on my own anything can inspire a song, usually the music comes first as I mess around on the guitar until I get a tune of some sort, then I’ll hum along and words sometimes come  – the melody comes the same time. Sometimes songs come all in one go, almost complete. I wrote a song called, ‘You Never Should’ve Gone Away,’ which came all at once. I shouldn’t tell you this – off the record Okay?’ The interviewer nods. ‘Well, there’s this girl, Renza, we sort of got it together when the band first came over, a really beautiful girl, well, I wrote it for her. It just came all at once. So cool. But don’t tell anyone about me having a girlfriend, because it’s not good for our image and Stephan would freak if it got out.’

How are you coping with fame and the adoration of some many fans, mainly girls of course? You’ve even got a fan-club and you’re meeting lots of famous people, it must be a million miles away from Jersey. Tell us a little about it?

Scott: Yeah it’s full on, wild, such a blast. I’m loving it, we all are. It’s hard to keep your head in the right place, but Stephan and our roadie, Rich, keep our feet on the ground and are really strict with us. That’s all good. Yeah we’ve got a fan-club and a fan-club secretary, Stella, a real cool chick. She’s a music journalist and came to one of our gigs and Stephan asked her to work for the band, so she handles all that stuff.’ Scott looks into space for a moment. ‘We’ve met some really far out cool cats, just amazing song-writers and record producers, some famous actors and actresses and singers. We’ve played with some awesome bands, really famous guys. We’ve learned loads from them, from playing all the time, you know. It makes you really tight on stage.’ He smiled. ‘And it’s cool walking down the street and people recognise us and ask for autographs and stuff. We get loads of fan mail, gifts and all sorts you wouldn’t believe…’ He laughed and winked.

Scott, thanks so much for chatting with me about Narnia’s Children and your life as a musician. I hear you are off to do Radio One with Stuart Henry soon, so good luck with that. We must do this again.’

‘Scott: ‘Yeah, let’s. Been fab, thanks.’

He sounds quite a character, doesn’t he? Here’s an extract from the book. The extract is from Renza’s Diary: Renza has managed to get a lift back to England to spend a weekend with Scott and the band. Things didn’t quite go to plan, Scott wasn’t there when she arrived and was missing for 36 hours and when he returned he didn’t have an explanation. Later the band were playing with a famous Reggae band in Dunstable….

Renza’s Diary: January 20th 1969

We all went to the California Ballroom later in the afternoon to set the gear up and run through the songs before the audience came in about 7pm. Rich managed to shut my fingers in the van door and I nearly passed out with the pain, not that Scott seemed overly bothered. He seemed pre-occupied all the time, we’d hardly spoken since he arrived back from Harbury Green or wherever.

I felt miserable, so lonely and unwanted.

We spent most of the time in the dressing room with the other band on the bill that night, Doc Holliday and The Cards. It should have been so excited meeting such a famous singer whose song, ‘The Egyptians,’ I loved. But all I could think about was that Scott didn’t love me anymore, didn’t want me around… It was like a nightmare.

Apparently Doc Holliday and the Cards were on the same record label as Narnia’s Children and also shared the same management now. Stephan has become the band’s ‘Personal Manager’ whatever that is. I thought he was anyway.

Doc was a funny sort of bloke really, his band didn’t seem to like him much and they argued the whole time. I discovered Doc had several wives and loads of kids and his band kept mentioning them when they had a shouting match about anything – from the songs not being sung right in rehearsal, to the way the microphones were situated. It was mayhem.

Still, I would love to tell Yvette and Selina all about this – their faces would be a sight worth seeing! The venue was heaving; people were still trying to get in when the show started.

Doc’s band were terrible to him on stage, in front of everyone, not just in rehearsals. They deliberately turned his mic off so that when they started their song, no one could hear him. It took him a while to realise that he was not being heard by the audience. Doc’s band fell about laughing but I thought it was cruel.

Backstage, afterwards, they had a massive fight, and I mean a real brawling fight. We thought the police might have to be called as they looked as if they meant him real harm.

Narnia’s Children were amazing as usual and I loved watching them. Zak was so sexy, a bit like Mick Jagger in the way he moved, and he had the girls eating out of his hand from the get-go. Scott had his usual moody stance on stage which really turns me on, and it also seemed to turn all the other girls on too. Some screamed his name out and a couple tried to get on the stage.

Everyone sang along to the songs too, which was groovy. Sadly, though, there was nearly a fight at one point – and this one was nothing to do with Doc Holliday and the Cards. Some weird skin-head blokes dressed in big boots, braces and with really cropped hair got up on the stage and tried to thump Scott and Zak, and accused them of looking at their girlfriends, but seriously, I thought it was the girls who were doing the looking.

And I couldn’t see how the band could help looking at someone at some point since they were facing the audience. But it was nasty, and in the end Zak smacked one of them on the back with the mic stand and twirled it round and round until the skin-heads got off the stage, and some big black guys came and shoved them out of the Ballroom….

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Meet The Authors


Christina Jones has written for teenage and women’s magazines, had her own humour column in The Oxford Times and published her funny, feel-good Bucolic Frolic novels to great acclaim. She lives in Oxfordshire.


Jane Risdon worked with management of musicians, singersongwriters, and record producers, rubbing shoulders with the great and glamourous all over the world. She and Christina have been friends since the Swingin’ Sixties.

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Jane chats to Rainne Atkins about writing Only One Woman, the music business and crime writing….

An Interview with Jane Risdon

Jane Risdon

Last week Only One Woman by Christina Jones and ‎ Jane Risdon was in the spotlight here on Rainne’s Ramblings.

Today I have Jane Risdon here with me and she has agreed to answer a few questions.


1-image1Hi Jane, thank you for joining us.

Hi Rainne, thanks so much for asking me here today, it’s wonderful to chat with you and your readers.


Would you like to start by telling us a little about yourself and your background, please?

Where to begin? I met my husband back in the late 1960s when his band arrived in England to record and tour and we’ve been together ever since. We have one son who lives in California with his wife and their three children.

Married to a musician my life has never been what you call normal I guess. He recorded and toured and I held down a ‘proper’ job in the early years – I worked at the Foreign and Commonwealth Office in Whitehall, and in various other government departments until we decided to go into the ‘talent’ side of the music business.

We built an International Music Management company together, managing and producing singer-songwriters, record producers, musicians and bands of all musical genres, as well as working on TV and Movie soundtracks – and on some other areas of movie and TV production too – and most things music related. We lived mostly in the USA, Taiwan, Singapore, and of course England. We’ve had some interesting adventures.

How did your journey as a writer begin?

I’ve always wanted to write but with our lifestyle it was never practical. Babysitting testosterone fuelled young men and hormone crazed young female singers never allowed for time to ourselves. We lived life in the fast lane, to quote the Eagles.

Back in the 1960s my husband’s fan-club secretary, Christina Jones, was also a rock journalist and short story writer for teen magazines and she knew I wanted to write and we always said we would write together one day. Trouble is I had an eye on writing crime thrillers. She went on to become a successful best-selling, award-winning author of what she calls Bucolic Frolics, so how we’d ever write together was a conundrum.

Fast forward many years and I found time to write and started – on the quiet – writing crime stories for anthologies and I began work on a few novels. She asked to read what I’d written and after some discussion we decided to get on with it and write together. By this time I was already signed with Accent Press – oddly she was also signed with them by then as she’d ended her former publishing contracts with the ‘big’ boys.

I have never written anything remotely classed as ‘romantic’ so it has been a journey for me writing Only One Woman with Christina. There aren’t any dead bodies, crimes to solve, just a rollicking good tale of two girls in love with the same musician back in the late 1960s. I cannot tell you how I itched to find somewhere to stick a corpse.

What inspired Only One Woman, and how did you come up with the title?

23316470_156873331586164_1681214585976771281_nInspiration for OOW (as we call it) was something that came from the ether. Christina and I wanted to write together but as I said before, she and I write in completely different genres. Finding something we could write about together seemed a distant fantasy. In 2012 I moved house and as I was going through some boxes I came across my husband’s old tour schedules, posters, fan letters, and some of our old diaries and I began to make notes. These soon became little chapters under diary date headings and before I knew it I’d written Renza’s story and it cried out for another voice. I sent it via email to Christina and she loved it and started writing her parts which turned into Stella’s story. This went on until 2014 when it went into our publisher who wanted to publish it later that summer. We wrote by email, text and Facebook messages – very 21st century! Due to various comings and goings at our publisher it has taken until November 2017 or it to be published. I learned patience in the recording studio making records and working with young musicians – just as well!

Only One Woman is the title of a single written by The Bee Gees which was a massive hit for The Marbles – lead singer Graham Bonnett went on to be a super-star with Rainbow and many other bands. In fact Graham and his girlfriend are reading OOW and he is going to write a foreword for the main Paper-back (for stores worldwide and audio) publication 24th May 2018. He just needs to find time as he is recording and touring at the moment. Fingers crossed. OOW is peppered with songs and musical references. It is about the blossoming UK music scene late 1968/69. We have our own YouTube playlists.

What is your favourite scene from Only One Woman? Can you give us a peek?

Gosh, now there is a question. I don’t really have a favourite scene – I love them all but how about when 16 year old convent girl, Renza, is taken by her new boyfriend, lead guitarist Scott, to a gig on Salisbury Plain with Narnia’s Children for the first time and she experiences ‘the swinging sixties’ full on. This is part way through a chapter. Renza is at an after-gig party with some weird and wonderful hippies and musicians….


Renza’s Diary from Only One Woman:

June 29th 1968 – later

…A girl in a tight fitting bolero top and hipster trousers came over to us and flung her arms round Scott, kissing him on the mouth, a bit too long and hard for my liking. Scott didn’t seem in too much of a hurry to push her away, and she melted into him as if she was trying to come out the other side.

‘Scott lover, how’s it hanging?’ She sounded just like Fenella Fielding, all breathy and wanton.

‘Yeah Scott, just how is it hanging?’ I snapped and flounced off to where I could see Rich sitting on his own, hugging a beer.

‘Hi Renza, babe, what’s up?’ Rich held the glass up to me in greeting and took another drag on his ciggy.

‘Who’s that girl talking to Scott?’ I asked plonking myself down next to him on the huge bean bag. We both nearly fell off as it settled itself with my extra weight.

‘Hey, don’t waste good beer babe.’ Rich held his glass away from me as I wriggled to get comfy.

‘Rich, who is she?’ I asked again as I saw her drape herself all over Scott and nestle into his shoulder. The bitch! Scott didn’t seem too bothered.

‘She used to help Stephan – he’s the band’s manager I told you about earlier – in the office in Jersey and then she came to the mainland with her boyfriend. She’s no one important, she sometimes hangs with the band when we’re over.’


I watched her like a hawk. Scott looked over and waved. The nerve!

Rich took a few gulps of beer and patted my leg. ‘Don’t fret about Scott, he’s mad about you. She’ll get the message after tonight.

I looked round the grubby room with its crates and boxes, and fake Greek Taverna decorations hanging from the walls, the fake fishing nets, glass baubles attached, and wine bottles with candles burning in them. And the couples seething in a mass on the floor, in the shadows, and on the cushions, doing goodness knows what, and I wanted to go home.

Actually, I wanted to get Scott to myself. Back home. In the village. Where things were normal.

‘Magical Mystery Tour’ came on and I suddenly thought about having to miss The Beatles at the Hammersmith Odeon, because I was ‘Mrs Spoffington’ in the school play, and couldn’t get out of it. Instead of The Beatles giving me the thrill of my life I was stuck on stage singing ‘Oh I do like to be beside the sodding sea-side,’ to a hall full of boring parents. Not that mine bothered to go.

‘Rich, mate, hi. Good gig. Stephan about tonight?’ A huge man of about thirty came up to us and nodded at me. ‘Want to sort some stuff out with him.’

He was wearing beads and a kaftan with an orange and green squiggly pattern on it, and had his ears pierced. His long black hair hung in tight curls around his shoulders. Mum would just love him.

‘Oh Renza, this is Psychedelic Smith,’ Rich said. ‘Remember we told you about him, he’s our fixer.’ I remembered. Apparently he was helping Stephan get Narnia’s Children a record deal. Everyone had to kiss up to him I was told. Well, thankfully, I don’t.

Psychedelic Smith dismissed me with a brief smile before turning back to Rich.

‘Stephan’s back in the smoke mate, got Top of the Pops with The White Knights, so he’s gotta be there for that.’ Rich drained his glass and put it on the floor next to him.

‘Right, yeah, going up the charts fast. That’s cool, I’ll ring him later. I’m in town tomorrow and want to arrange some record company auditions for the guys. Got some label interest.’

‘Do I need to re-organise anything for the boys?’ Rich asked.

‘Nope, I’ll sort some dates out with Stephan, he’ll let you know in good time. I’ve got some songs lined up for the guys to hear, so we’ll sort some dates for visiting publishers in town, too.’

I couldn’t help wondering what mum and Mrs Digby would say if Psychedelic Smith turned up in the village to visit the band. I giggled quietly.

Psychedelic Smith began to roll a ciggy and offered one to Rich. .

Rich shook his head and got to his feet. ‘Nah, mate, gotta drive back soon or her Mum’ll kill me if she’s not home on time, won’t she, babe?’ Rich smiled at me and looked at his watch, then went off to round up the band.

Psychedelic Smith took a few more drags and offered me one. I shook my head. I could just see me floating in the front door with Mum waiting up to look me over and make sure I hadn’t ‘been up to anything’.

‘No thanks.’

The Demis Russos look-alike shrugged and headed for the kitchen. Dad would have a blue fit if he knew I was ‘fraternizing,’ with blokes in dresses.

I knew the only reason I’d been allowed out so late with the band was because Mum quite liked Rich and he’d sweet-talked her into letting me go to the gig. God! If she could see me now, in this horrible house with everyone stoned, she’d have a migraine for a week worrying in case the village found out.

I looked at my watch. If we didn’t leave soon I was going to be seriously late and that would mean all hell breaking loose. Scott was nowhere to be seen now and Rich was chatting to ‘The Bitch’ by the food. I know it is horrid calling her that but she’s got right up my nose, wall-papering herself all over Scott.

People were still wrestling on the floor which meant I had to watch where I looked: I didn’t want to appear a Peeping Tom, though it was hard not to cast a sly glance now and again. I mean, seriously, some were actually ‘at it’ in full view. Anyone would look, wouldn’t they?

Thinking about it, how do you ‘do it’ in public without all your bits and stuff being on show? I couldn’t see anything, you know, rude or anything, but they were definitely ‘doing it’, I just couldn’t fathom how.

‘You look deep in thought,’ Scott made me jump, ‘what’re you looking at?’

Before I could answer he followed my gaze to the nearest couple. He threw his head back and laughed loudly. I blushed as if I’d been caught out doing something naughty.

‘Ah!’ he said, ‘I see.’

I felt really stupid. I could feel the heat rising up my neck to my face, thank goodness it was so gloomy.

‘Bit of an education eh?’ He grabbed my arm and led me through to what could only be called an apology for a kitchen. ‘Can you wait here while I get the others? We should leave now. Don’t move. I won’t be long.’

And off he went again….onewoman



Who is your favourite character from your book and why?

I have to say Stella, as she is the sophisticated, worldly, gorgeous babe Renza would love to be and she has the best scenes I think. I am sure everyone is routing for her throughout the book. She seems to have the most fun with Scott.

What do you enjoy most about writing…?

Reading the finished product back to myself and thinking I’ve gone as far as I can with the story and then getting feedback from my husband – poor man has to read it all.

And what motivates you to write?

I love chatting and relating stories, writing them is just a step further. I spent a lonely childhood – eldest of a large family with siblings a lot younger than I – reading and writing kept me sane. I find writing helps turn the pressure cooker off inside my head when something is giving me grief. Also, living the life we’ve led there are so many stories to tell, so many characters we’ve met who did the most outrageous things – all fodder for a writer. How could I not write about some of it! Hollywood is stranger than fiction for starters.

Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages per day?

No I cannot do that. I can write to a deadline and word count if told to but I don’t break it up into hours or days. I just write until I get tired, or other things call for my attention.

Do you use your personal experiences in your writing?

Well, I guess so, who doesn’t? Indirectly, subconsciously, we all must. There are some events which I’ve experienced which would be criminal not to include in my stories, however, I am always conscious of not stepping too far out of line and waking up with a horse’s head in the bed or concrete boots on! One has to be very careful.

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are important to me but funnily enough names just pop into my head and they are usually very pertinent to the character I am writing. Sometimes it is a name which gives me inspiration for the book.

Your stories have appeared in a few anthologies, did this experience help move you to writing your novel?

I’ve had several novels on the go simultaneously as well as writing short stories and flash fiction at the same time, so it has not helped or hindered me really. Short stories and flash fiction are great for concentrating the mind, making every word and sentence count. I tend not to go in for long sentences or chapters when I can help it. Keeping the pace up.

Could you give us a brief synopsis of one (your favourite) of the stories?

51ennCOdBPLWow this is difficult. I love all my stories – I can’t help it. As it is Christmas (as I write this it is, anyway**) I will tell you a little about ‘Merry Christmas Everybody,’ published by Accent Press in the anthology ‘Wishing on a Star.’ The title is from The Slade hit.

It is based on true events one Christmas when we were recording in a studio in the North of the UK, owned by a super-star guitarist. We were working with a now deceased producer and I have exaggerated events a lot, and of course indulged in poetic license.

Twister is in the studio recording their follow-up album to their last massive hit and tensions are rising as the band work day and night to keep to their recording schedule and budget. Time is money. Their new producer obviously doesn’t like them and there’s no love lost on Twister’s side either. Daily they meet to review the previous night’s work but something’s wrong with the previous two night’s recordings – there’s keyboards all over the track and no-one in the rock band has played keyboards on the tracks and won’t be either. They are not bloody Night Ranger for goodness sakes. The producer is furious and accuses the band of sabotage and the band accuse him, but it soon becomes clear that other forces are at work…soon the atmosphere erupts and violence ensues…

**My apologies for the delay in getting this interview posted

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I am an avid reader, I love photography and can be found with my camera photographing the countryside, wild-life and ancient churches, cathedrals and villages – some of which are later locations for my stories. I do family history research, I love astronomy and science and I am a history buff. Actually I’m curious about everything so keep my mind active with all manner of activities. I have undertaken 7 university courses since 2015, mostly studying Forensic Science and Criminal Justice so that I can have a basic understanding and knowledge for my crime writing.

As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

I first wanted to be Doris Day and then I decided I’d love to dance with Fred Astaire so you can see a theatrical streak appearing. As a teen I wanted to be a writer and had hoped to work as an apprentice journalist on the Sunday Times with a dream of being a War Correspondent – the school careers officer soon put paid to that idea. I ended up working for the government for years until the theatrical side was satisfied when I managed bands etc.

Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors?

Oh cripes I read and read…I love reading. I love so many authors, but here are a few: Kathy Reichs, Tess Gerritsen, Karin Slaughter, Michael Connolly, Peter James, Steall Rimington, Frederick Forsythe, John le Carre, Roger A Price, and so many more. Anyone writing crime and espionage basically.

You’re stranded on a desert island and you can take three people who would they be and why?

My husband, my son, and Professor Brian Cox because we can all talk about music and science and argue about UFO’s and so on.

Is there anything else you’d like to share with us?

That is a huge ask. I would love your readers to seek out my writing – I have a wide and diverse range of work from crime to ghost stories (not too scary) to basic fiction, and therefore I hope to have something for everyone. Only On Woman has been an epic undertaking second only to my Ms Birdsong Investigates series – in with my publisher still. Like all writers we need readers who review and are happy to share their thoughts on Amazon and GoodReads. For some reason it makes the publishers happy and any agents looking at an author. I have stories in two anthologies last December: Ghostly Writes Anthology 2017, and Stab in the Dark: Christmas Capers 2017 – both best-sellers on Amazon.Jane Risdon Christmas

Oh! And if you want a giggle….Only One Woman was put in the wrong category on amazon and we had a little wait for them to put it elsewhere (still not right but better). They put it in BDSM and Erotica – it went to #33 in their chart. Hilarious but actually, not very helpful for us. It is Women’s Fiction and Saga but we are not holding our breath.

And finally, a few quick-fire questions if you don’t mind…

When was the last time you walked for more than an hour?

I walked in the lake district for a whole day.

If you could wake up tomorrow having gained one quality or ability, what would it be?

I’d love to Time Travel.

Are you an early riser or a night owl?

I am an owl and a lark. Working in the music business you learn to operate on little sleep and cannot afford to stay in bed and we mostly work at night anyway.

When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

I sing often and sometimes my husband and I sing duets and harmonise. It has to be done and we cannot help ourselves. It is in our blood.

Thank you for spending this time with us, Jane. If you wouldn’t mind leaving us some links before you get back to your busy schedule!

Thanks so much Raine. I loved doing this.

Here are my links. Not all my books are on amazon but my blog should provide links.

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Rainne’s Ramblings and Only One Woman

Only One Woman by Christina Jones and ‎ Jane Risdon


Two women, one love story.



June 1968. Renza falls head over heels for heartthrob guitarist Scott. But after a romantic summer together they are torn apart when Renza’s family moves away.

December 1968. On the night she believes to be her last, Stella meets Scott at a local dance. He’s the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and if this one night is all they have, she’ll take it.

As the final colourful year of the sixties dawns, the question is: can there be only one woman for Scott?

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If you love music and fashion and everything 1960s, you’ll be sure to love this novel.

Not just a love triangle, Only One Woman charts the music and fashions of the time and is peppered with World Events which shape and change society forever.


 The Authors:

Jane Risdon

1-image1Having spent most of her life married to a rock musician, Jane Risdon had little time for writing such was their lifestyle. Later she and her husband managed recording artists, musicians, singer-songwriters, and record producers, and at one time a couple of actors too, rubbing shoulders with the great and glamorous all over the world. With time to herself at last, Jane’s experiences in the music industry and earlier working life, in various government departments, have influenced her writing career.

Although mostly a Crime/thriller writer, Jane has dabbled in other genres and has contributed to over a dozen anthologies as well as working on several novels.

She and Christina Jones have been friends since the Swingin’ Sixties. It was their shared love, experience, and memories of that era which has resulted in their co-authored novel.

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Christina Jones

1-15875203_10154717507376223_8218999800026339337_oChristina Jones has written all of her life (as well as having millions of Proper Jobs including factory worker, secretary, nightclub dancer, blood donor attendant, barmaid, waitress, civil servant and fruit picker) Christina first had a short story published when she was just 14 years old. She has written for teenage and women’s magazines fiction and non-fiction for a number of years, had her own humour column in The Oxford Times, and has contributed to national newspapers.

Christina is the recipient of several awards for her writing.

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Almost Valentine’s Day 1968 – Stella’s Diary Feb 10th…

Valentine’s Day 1968 is almost upon Stella and Scott. Here is what she wrote…

Stella’s Diary

February 10th 1969

I’d had an interesting week in Leighton Buzzard. It’d snowed every day, and the wind had whipped it into drifts, so the road outside the house is covered almost to the tops of the hedges. We’d still managed to get out though. I think Scott loved the snow almost as much as I did, and because we both liked walking, we’d slipped and slithered our way into the town, playing snowballs and window-shopping, on most days.

Stephan had apparently left a list of bookings with Scott – keeping Narnia’s Children busy until they leave for Scotland at the end of the month, and maybe, I hoped, with some sort of money coming in – and they’d had three gigs in the last week: two reasonably local in dance-halls, and one at a club near London.

I’d gone with the band to both the local ones – the roads were tightly-packed with snow and resembled bobsleigh-runs, but Rich drove carefully and we made it one piece – and had a great time. It seemed that this had always been my life… being with Scott, travelling in the van, curled against him, his arms round me, his guitar case under my knees, the stack of speakers wobbling precariously behind my head, the radio blaring, everyone else laughing, talking, singing, smoking… watching them be brilliantly talented and stupendously sexy on stage, so very proud to be part of it all, buying them beer and crisps in the break, and then going home in the early hours of the morning and falling into bed with Scott and making love and sleeping until the afternoon.

I never wanted it to end.

I’d stayed in the house alone for the third gig. It was quite scary once they’d all gone, but I locked all the doors, switched all the lights on and turned Luxembourg up really loud on the radiogram in the sitting room and worked. Yes, worked!

Well, sort of. I started sifting through the mountain of fan club mail Stephan had left, addressing envelopes and popping fan club application forms into them, then keeping the original letters to type up the contact names and addresses so that when I got home I could send out the monthly newsletters. There were, as Stephan had said, masses of them, from all over the country, and lots of them from girls who seemed to have met Narnia’s Children on some Mediterranean cruises they’d done the previous summer, and most of them declaring undying love for one or other or all of the group. I tried really, really hard not to feel jealous about the ones who said they’d love Scott for ever.

Then, I came across a beautifully written letter postmarked Germany and signed Renza Rossi.

I stared at it. At the perfect writing in pale blue ink – fountain pen, not ballpoint – Renza… in Germany… Renza Rossi… What a beautifully exotic name that was. A beautiful name for my beautiful 16 year-old rival… No, there was no rivalry… there never would or could be… Renza would win every time. I shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold.

She’d written to Stephan saying Scott had told her recently that there was a fan club being set up and as a laugh she’d like to join and so would one of her brothers and a sister – Jasper and Sophia.

I exhaled heavily and, with trembling hands, folded three application forms into an envelope and wrote the German address on the envelope. Then I pushed it to the bottom of the pile and tried to forget it. But I couldn’t. It seemed so very wrong to be writing to Renza, to be sending her fan club stuff, when I was sleeping with her fiancé.

Maybe Vix had been right all along – maybe I was a man-stealing, groupie tart. I shoved the fan club stuff away, turned the radio up even louder, tried dancing round the sitting room to ‘Build Me Up Buttercup’, but it didn’t work. For the first time I felt horribly guilty and I didn’t like it at all.

I abandoned the fan club stuff and the futile dancing, and concentrated on finishing Scott’s birthday card instead in the hope that it might make the guilt go away. His birthday was on the 14th, and I’d decided to make him a massive card, using all my art A level skills (Miss Loxley would be so proud, I thought), with cut-outs and sketches and cartoons – all relevant to him and his life. It was my secret labour of love and I’d worked on it when the band was practising and hidden the card under the bed (no one seemed to clean under the beds ever) when Scott was around. It was all mad hippy stuff, and rock’n’roll, and guitars and books and astrology and sci-fi, and everything else I thought he might like. The colours were clashing and shocking and probably glowed in the dark. I really hoped he’d like it.

By 1 in the morning I was falling asleep, but I’d finally finished it, and after careful deliberation,  wrote “Happy Birthday Superstar, with all my love always and forever, Twinkle XXXXX”. Then, turning off all the lights and the radiogram, and taking the chain off the door, I took it upstairs and carefully wrapped it in “happy birthday” paper before hiding it again. After that I quickly got ready for bed and slipped under the covers.

Oh my lord! The bed was freezing! I pulled the eiderdown up over my nose, closed my eyes and tried really, really hard not to think about Renza.

I must have fallen asleep despite the guilt and the icebox temperatures because the next thing I knew was Scott sliding into bed beside me – even colder than I was.

‘What time is it?’ I asked, trying hard to keep his icy feet away from mine. ‘Is it time to get up?’

‘4.30-ish… You been ok?’

‘Fine, thanks. Good gig?’



I curled against him. ‘Scott… tell me about Renza – no, listen…’ and I told him about the fan club applications.

He laughed in the darkness. ‘Sorry, I should have forewarned you. She’d told me that the kids wanted to join – they’re smashing, those two… she’s got a lot of younger brothers and sisters, and her mother – who’s a dragon, believe me – uses Renza as an unpaid nursemaid and skivvy.’

I swallowed. It was like Cinderella only real. I’d had such a cushy life in comparison. ‘I’ve put a form in for her, too. Because she asked for one. Shall I take it out?’

‘No, don’t. She says she’s our number one fan – which she is – so she deserves to be an honorary member at least.’

‘Okay. I’ll make her number one on the list. And this way she’ll know what you’re all doing when you don’t write or ring her often enough?’


‘Do you have a photo?’


‘Can I see it?’

‘Now? Seriously?’

‘Yep. Scott… I have this picture in my head, I’d love to know what she’s really like… I know it’s all wrong, and rubbish timing, but…’

He sighed, swung himself out of bed and felt his way round to the dressing table-wardrobe thing. ‘There…’

He pushed the black and white photo into my hand and switched on the bedside light.

I stared at it. At Renza. At last. She wasn’t just beautiful – she was stunning. It looked like a posed studio photo, and she was looking wistfully over her shoulder: so slim, gorgeous complexion, perfect features, huge eyes, a waterfall of straight blonde hair tumbling out of sight…

I handed it back. ‘Thank you. She’s very, very lovely.’

‘She is. And special. Like no one I’ve ever known in my life. Sweet, innocent, unworldly, funny, tells amazing stories, knows so much, could do anything she wanted but isn’t allowed to, and has a really terrible time at home.’ He put the photo back on the shelf, closed the door, switched off the light and slid into bed. ‘I love her very much. I promised her I’d sleep with that photo under my pillow – and I always do – until now. But I’ll never hurt her.’

‘No…’ I turned away from him, my words muffled by my pillow. ‘I know.’

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In celebration of St. Valentine’s Day and the grooviest decade of the 20th century: Only One Woman e-pub special

In celebration of St. Valentine’s Day

Accent Press has given

Only One Woman

a special discount for purchasers of e-pub copies.

For a limited period only, it is available as follows:

UK: 99p

USA: $1.36

Australia: 99c

Almost 500 pages of sheer authentic nostalgia for the late 1960s music scene in the UK.

The Paperback edition is not included in this offer.

Take a trip back to 1968/1969 with Renza, Stella, and Scott. Discover how they met, what happened to Scott’s band, Narnia’s Children, when they came to England to record and tour.

Enjoy the music of the grooviest decade of the 20th century with Narnia’s Children. Remember the fashions, the vibe of the Swinging Sixties, and recall the huge world events and social changes shaping the lives of Renza, Stella and Scott.

Journey with Scott and Narnia’s children as they tour the UK and Europe and find out what happened on board the cruise ship around the Mediterranean.

Pick songs with them as they explore music publishers  in Denmark Street (Tin Pan Alley) in London, and write their own.

Meet the famous people they rub shoulders with as they gig their way across Europe and the UK.

Follow Renza to Germany and discover what happens to her long distance relationship with Scott. Will she ever see him again?

Share Stella’s last night on earth, convinced her looming operation will kill her.  Experience her dilemma as she battles her conscience over Scott and Renza.

Visit the Island of Jersey – in the Channel Islands – with Stella, and meet Eva, Dan, and Holly – spend a long hot and romantic summer with Scott and Stella – or is it?

Rave 5* reviews, loved by guys as well as gals and a great way to spend a few hours:

escape to the world of ONLY ONE WOMAN.

Inspired by The Marbles hit song ONLY ONE WOMAN – written by The Bee Gees

Oh! and Renza and Stella have their own YouTube Playlists to go with the book – their favourite songs which are mentioned by them and you can listen as you read.

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Only One Woman: Opening Chapter – a taster from Renza’s diary May 24th 1968


Here is a preview of the opening chapter of


published by Accent Press

Only One Woman coming 23rd November 2017

Renza’s Diary

May 24th 1968 – late

What a flipping nightmare of an evening. I really thought I’d never get home in one piece. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Someone up there hates me I’m sure.

If only Selina hadn’t lost her handbag at the Top Rank, I’d have caught the last bus back from Reading and I would’ve been home on time. Instead I’d gone back with the others to look for it – thankfully it had been handed in at the cloakroom and nothing was missing. Luckily I had just enough money for the train, which I’d had to run for. Selina’s dad took the others home in his brand new car as arranged, and there wasn’t room for me as well. I reckon he could’ve taken me but Yvette refused to let me sit on her lap in the front, in case I ripped her Mary Quant stockings. Sometimes I really want to do her a mischief.

They’ve got to do something about our local station, it’s just too creepy for words. Steam from the train almost suffocated me as I crossed the bridge to the exit on the opposite platform; all very ‘Brief Encounter’ I remember thinking, in an effort to stop my mind wandering off into ‘Hitchcock-land.’ Talk about cough myself silly, and my eyes stung something rotten as I tried to find my way in the pitch black; the two over-head lamps didn’t help much, they should do something about those flipping lights, I could’ve broken my neck, or even worse, tripped over in my new pink kitten heels and broken one of them.

I slowly took the steps down to the lane beside the station, glancing around me all the while – I admit it, I was a little freaked out. It’s always deserted, and you can never be too careful. Not long ago a dangerous prisoner escaped from the nearby asylum and hid in the waiting room for days before being recaptured. Hardly anyone uses the station since the cut-backs by that old idiot, Beeching, and the trains are a bit hit and miss since they messed with the timetable, so the convict was able to wait for his twisted ankle to mend without much danger of discovery. For all I knew, another Jack the Ripper could’ve be lurking in there waiting for me to pass, that’d just be my flaming luck.

I was in so much trouble. Forty minutes later than agreed. She’d never believe me about the bag, but no other excuse came to mind as I walked down the lane. I was going to be so dead.

Oh God!

I had such a fright. Something or someone, made a noise behind me, so I stopped and listened, but I really felt like running. Some sort of night creature, silly girl, I decided as I walked on. But there it was again. Was someone behind me?

I turned and peered into the pitch dark – I’m still shaking as I write this. I told myself it sounded like a hedgehog – had to be. Don’t panic, no-one comes down here at night I reminded myself. Oh cripes, that lane, I hate it. Anyone could jump out to get you, seriously, I’ve often wondered, who’d hear you yell? No-one that’s who. There aren’t any lights or houses down there.

I must remember – next time the girls ask me to the Top Rank – to leave early and get the bus on time. Next time, who am I kidding?

I’m going nuts – I hope no-one ever reads this, I’d die, but I started singing quietly to myself – I do that sometimes when I’m feeling a bit nervous – well seriously spooked actually. I turned on to the main road relieved no-one had grabbed me, and headed for our house. That’s when I heard him…

‘What time do you think this is?’

Well, I nearly died of fright. I actually jumped. I couldn’t work out where the voice was coming from. It seemed to echo all around me in the dimly lit street. Someone had followed me, that’s what I kept thinking. I hurried past the bus stop when I heard him again. What to do? Should I run? If I screamed, bringing Mum and half the village outside, Mrs Digby would just love that and if I got murdered, well, it didn’t bear thinking about. All this went through my brain at a rate of knots as I tried to work out where the voice was coming from. Would I make it to the gate? Bloody Selina and her stupid bag. I was going to die all because of her stupid bag.

‘You’re out very late.’

I froze. I was partly relieved it wasn’t Mum or Mrs Digby’s voice. It was definitely a man’s. Who the hell was it? I was considering running but I didn’t want to break another heel, not after the last time. The Cobbler said he couldn’t repair it, if it snapped again. Besides, the bloke didn’t sound like a cold blooded murderer, well, not really. I mean, what sort of killer asks you what time do you call this, before bumping you off?


The voice sounded even nearer and something made me look up towards the row of shops not far from our house.

A window was open in the flat above the hairdresser’s, Shirley’s, and I could just make out a head and shoulders poking through. Someone with long dark hair; definitely a bloke.

Thank god, at least I hadn’t been followed by a crazed axe murderer after-all.

‘Mind your own business. What’s it got to do with you when I come home?’ I stopped walking and stood looking up at him. I couldn’t make out his features in the dark, and being short-sighted, even full daylight wouldn’t have made that much difference anyway.

‘You’re lucky you don’t have school tomorrow, coming back this late.’

Flaming nerve! He sounded like my Dad. Who the hell was he, I wondered. Too young to be one of Mum’s spies surely.

‘Drop dead!’ I turned and flounced off towards our gate, trying hard not to go over on my ankle on the uneven pavement. I had a bad case of the shakes thanks to him.

‘I’ll be watching you. Make sure you get your beauty sleep,’ he shouted just as I closed the gate, anxiously glancing at the house in case Mum or Mrs Digby next door had heard someone shouting at me in the street.

I’d never be allowed to forget it if Mum thought Mrs Digby had heard me making a spectacle of myself in public. Even getting murdered would’ve been my fault, causing her embarrassment in front of the whole village. Perish the thought – a public spectacle, no matter it wasn’t instigated by me. Fingers crossed most people were in bed by now anyway.

Just as I got to the front door it was yanked open by Mum and she stood aside in the hall to let me pass. Dread flooded over me. She’d heard me shouting. I was dead!

She was about to start on me when thankfully one of the kids woke up, having a nightmare or something, yelling and thrashing about in the room they all shared. With a withering look at me, she stomped upstairs to see whoever it was.

I heard something about ‘chocks away,’ followed by a huge thud. Then Mum yelling, ‘You can’t go to the loo in there! It’s the wardrobe! Get out of there!’ followed by a lot of shuffling about.

That would be my ten-year-old brother Simon doing a parachute jump from the top bunk and then mistaking the wardrobe for the loo – it often happened after he’d been messing about with his Air-fix.

Blessing him and his night-games – for once – I used the commotion to sneak into my room and get ready for bed. 

Hopefully Mum wouldn’t come into my room, and if she did I would pretend to be asleep. I’d get away with it – but she would certainly start on me in the morning.

I sighed heavily and prepared myself for not being allowed to go anywhere ever again in this lifetime…

We hope you enjoyed this first chapter and that it has whetted your appetite enough to buy our book. 

Published 23rd November 2017 on Amazon and in Paperback and Audio May 24th 2018

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Interview with Scott from Only One Woman by Jane Risdon

Scott from Narnia’s Children gives Katrina an exclusive interview. Find out how he feels about Renza, Stella and music, touring and the UK…even his favourite colour…it is a fab interview. He hopes Stella and Renza won’t see it…

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Scott and a huge thank you for taking the time to answer my questions.

1) Tell us a little about yourself and what you are doing right now?

Hi, thanks so much for wanting to chat to me. At the present time we – Narnia’s Children – are rehearsing for another tour – Europe this time and we are really excited. There is a chance of playing in Switzerland, and that would be ace. We’re about to move to another place – new flat or house or something. Stephan, our manager, is going to be meeting us in the week to give us the low-down.

Mo and I have written some new songs so we need to rehearse them and then decide where in our set they should go.  Rehearsals are usually fun and I enjoy working out our four-part harmonies with the lads, and my lead breaks, it…

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Wow thanks so much Michelle Chantler for this fabulous feature on your blog. I am overcome and so chuffed. Much appreciated. Thanks Jeff Lee too. xx

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I have to say that this Author is an awesome writer, when you get the opportunity to read some of her book’s you definitely should, it makes for very interesting reading.

Jane Risdon gives a view in her writing that is both full of imagination and technique, I have read a couple of her book’s to date, and I must say I had trouble putting them down.

As an Author who knows exactly how to relay her thought’s and idea’s to her reader’s, her book’s are of a quality and calibre only seen in the best of Author’s, please do yourself a favor and grab one her book’s today.

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The Music Business, Writing Only One Woman with Christina Jones, Crime writing and more…..



Jane Risdon talks to Nik Morton on his blog.

Blog guest – Jane Risdon

Today, my blog guest is Jane Risdon, who has led a well-travelled and fascinating life. She has had a successful career in the International Music Industry, getting involved in Rock, Thrash (and probably all other sorts of) Metal, R&B/Pop music and even Chinese Opera!

Her first novel Only One Woman (jointly written with Christina Jones) has just been released as an e-book and Kindle paperback by Accent Press; the paperback and audio for stores and libraries etc is due out May 2018.

Jane Risdon

Christina Jones                                                      






Hi Nik, thanks so much for hosting me on your blog, it is a great pleasure to share my writing life with you and your readers here.

Q & A

You’re very welcome! How did you and Christina hook up for this novel?

Christina Jones is an established award-winning, best-selling romance author but when we first got to know each other, in the late 1960s, she was a rock/pop journalist writing for Pop magazines as well as writing short stories for Teen magazines. My then boyfriend’s band needed a fan-club secretary and their manager asked her to take the job after she met them at one of their gigs. I didn’t meet her in person for some years because I went to live overseas for several years, although my boyfriend remained based in the UK (when not on tour); however, but Christina and I corresponded and had an instant connection.

We always said we’d like to write together but my dreams of writing were on hold during my (by then) husband’s musical career, and later when my husband and I went into management of recording artists, song-writers, record producers and actors, there was never time. Besides, my interest in writing was in the genre of Crime/Thrillers and Espionage, and Christina was writing what she calls ‘Bucolic Frolics,’ romantic comedy. How and what on earth we’d write together was a mystery to us both.

Once life in the music business had calmed down a lot and we moved back to the UK from Los Angeles, Christina and I chatted about writing but were still unsure what we could write about. Also we no longer lived in the same county – although in the past my husband and I kept a home near her, even though we lived in America and S.E. Asia most of the time. She got on with her books and I started writing short stories, flash fiction, and had begun working on four crime novels. Worlds apart genre-wise.

Another house move (2012) and I was going through all the stuff we’d accumulated over the years and came across some old diaries from the 1960s. They were mostly the scribblings of a young teenager, but there were some gems too. I also had years and years of diaries covering life on the road in the late 1960s right up to the present day. I found old photos, touring schedules, chart positions, fan-mail, names of bands of the era, venues and TV programmes, radio shows we listened to, not to mention what we ate, wore, and how we reacted to world events – the Cold War was still raging. I began to make notes, mainly to remind me of things to show my husband later. After a while it dawned on me that there was enough material for the basis of a book (about those times) and I mulled it over for a while, thinking about murder and how to fit one in to a story set in the late 1960s.

A couple of days later I got the idea for Only One Woman. I sat and wrote Renza – a fictional young teenager who meets and falls in love with a lead guitarist, Scott. Before I knew it I’d completed (so I thought) her side of the story, but it needed balance and having never written anything remotely romantic before I knew it needed something else, perhaps another character.

Try as I might I couldn’t put a murder in the story, which was taking on a life of its own… and it wasn’t a crime story! And that is where Christina came in. I sent her what I had written and she loved it and set about writing Stella. We have shared experiences and knowledge of the music scene back in the late 1960s, so it made sense that this would be THE book we’d write together.

We sent the novel to our publisher in 2014 – I was signed with Accent Press some months earlier in 2014, for short stories and novels – so it made sense to offer them Only One Woman. They loved it and I won’t bore you, but we have had many editors come and go and several publication dates set and postponed. It came out November 2017 for e-pub and print on demand paperback editions, and the paperback proper is published in May this year for stores, libraries and in audio, worldwide.

At the time of writing it has garnered twenty-eight 5-star reviews. So we are both very happy.

By the way, the title is taken from The Marbles’ 1968 hit single of the same name and was written by the Bee Gees. I hope to be able to share some very exciting news about this connection just before May…so keep ’em peeled!

That’s fascinating, Janet. It proves that persistence pays! I’m sure many readers (and writers!) will be interested to know how you approached and shared the writing chores.

As I mentioned earlier, I wrote most of Only One Womanbefore sending it via email to Christina. I started it in diary format and she picked this up to write her character, Stella.

We emailed and sent text messages and used Facebook messages to ensure we both had facts correct; dates, times, places and general historical facts, even though our story is completely fictional. We fitted it into life back on the road with a band and what happened to them and the girls in their lives.

Our editors all worked with us via email so everything was done without any paper copies at all. After numerous publication dates being postponed we were set to publish in May 2017 but our editor (yet another) left, having already asked us to write several more diary entries. The book already ran to 130,000 words and we were shocked, but managed to bring it up to over 160,000 words at publication. So May came and went as we wrote and we settled on November 2017. Only One Woman is almost 500 pages long, but we are told it is a fast read and our readers tell us they find they cannot put it down. Every one of them in touch with us has asked if we’d write a sequel. Christina and I couldn’t ask for a more positive reaction.

That’s praise, indeed. You’ve sketched something aboutOnly One Woman but can you give us any more detail?

Only One Woman could be called a love triangle set in the late 1960s UK Music Scene, but that misses the point of the book totally. It’s about life in the closing years of the grooviest decade of the 20th century. It tells the story of huge world events at the height of the Cold War, social changes, and family tensions, through the eyes of two very different young girls in love with the same lead guitarist. It’s full of music (there are YouTube playlists to go with the book), fashion, and the vibe of those heady days, which shaped all their lives. It tells the story of a young band from Jersey, in the Channel Islands, coming to England to break into the blossoming UK music scene at a time when the British Invasion of the USA (and the world) was in full swing. We follow them on tour, recording and starting to make waves in the industry.

Scott, the lead guitarist, has the love of both Renza and Stella. He meets Renza first who is still at school when his band moves to her village. She is preparing to move to Germany with her parents for three years. They fall in love and become secretly engaged. After she has gone Scott meets Stella at one of their gigs in another village. Stella is convinced she is to die on the operating table on the following Monday, and so decides to live in the moment when she sees Scott on stage for the first time. Her friend introduces them and the attraction is instant and intense. We follow Stella and Renza’s relationship with Scott through the ups and downs of their complex lives until Scott has to make a decision. There can be Only One Woman.

Fans of the music and the era of the late 1960s can relate to the book in so many ways, especially if they lived through those times, although younger readers have said that the story has made the 1960s come alive for them in ways they never imagined. Even men have loved reading it.

As you mentioned, some readers are asking about a sequel to Only One Woman. Is there one on the horizon?

We have been asked this many times and I cannot give an answer at present. Our readers will have to wait and see. The story obviously doesn’t end where the novel leaves off… So who knows what might happen? Perhaps they should write and ask our publisher for a sequel!

We’ll have to wait and see, then. Do you use the foreign places you’ve been to in your fiction?

Yes I do try and set stories I write in different locations and countries. Only One Woman is set all over the UK, in Jersey, Germany, France and on a Mediterranean cruise with many ports of call visited in the story. Many of my stories are set in Hollywood or where I’ve worked in the music business. I also worked – when much younger – in various government departments and sometimes my crime stories reflect this in their settings.

I have been included in thirteen anthologies to date; not all my stories are crime related. I’ve been challenged by being asked to write ghost stories. I have written a time-shifting pirate/smuggling story too. And sometimes my stories in these collections are both crime and with a supernatural bent.

The Ghostly Writes Anthology 2017 is set in Jersey, Channel Islands. In an ancient farm house in St. Lawrence, close to where the carnation nurseries used to be. Entitled ‘As Cold as Ice’ it’s the tale of a newly widowed young mother and her experiences with her late husband’s family in their Jersey farmhouse. The house exists and is not a ‘comfortable’ place to spend time.

In A Word: Murder is set in both the London and Hollywood. I have two stories included in this fab anthology set in the world of book and music publishing. My first story is called ‘Dreamer’ and is set in London, and is about a rock band in the late 1980s on the brink of a huge recording and publishing contract and a contract with a super-star manager from America. Only problem is, the manager does not want the lead guitarist who happens to be the songwriter. The rest of the band will stop at nothing to ensure they get a crack at the big-time; huge advances and earning potential can be an enormous motivation for murder….

My second story in this collection is ‘Hollywood Cover Up’ and is set in Hollywood in Beverley Hills with the movers and shakers of the publishing industry and a presidential candidate doing anything to stop a ‘tell-all’ book being published. Drastic measures are called for and soon the writer is on the run in fear of her life and not just from the Secret Service.

The Cons, Dames and G-Men anthology is set in the Golden Age of Detection. Perhaps most crime writers have written tales in the style of the gritty PIs of the 1930s. My story ‘Cue Murder’ is set in the Hollywood movie studio system of late 1939 and concerns the apparent suicide of a young star being investigated by her leading man who is convinced she was murdered. My husband’s great aunt was a Hollywood movie star and I got my inspiration from her co-stars. It was fun writing in the style of the 1930s detective novels!

As with most of my writing it is influenced by my career in music and by my life when working whilst my husband’s band were building their career. Someone had to earn the money and I worked at the Foreign and Commonwealth Office and many other government agencies. It was while working in this environment I discovered my love of all things espionage. Mix music with espionage and the organised crime potential in Hollywood – power and money corrupt – you can see where I get my ideas! You only need to read the news to see what happens in Hollywood when there is power to wield.

As you’ve just said, you have had a good number of short stories published in anthologies, mostly in the crime genre. (Alongside Caroline Dunford, I see; I edited and published her non-crime humorous fantasy novella Brimstone and Treason way back in 2003!) Can we expect a new crime novel from you sometime soon?

Yes I touched on some of my crime writing above. I began a series of novels around the time I began Only One Woman – I often have several projects on the go at once and this is just one of several other books I’m working on. It’s called Ms Birdsong Investigates – and I had hoped to have had this published by now. Book one is with my publisher but they are not publishing new titles for some time to come so it sits and waits.

Lavinia Birdsong is a forty-something former MI5 Officer, ‘voluntarily’ retired when a joint operation with MI6 goes wrong. In book one (Murder in Ampney Parva), she moves to The Vale of The White Horse in Oxfordshire and tries to come to terms with living an ordinary life in a rural community, whilst harbouring hopes that one day she will be allowed back into the fold of the Secret Intelligence Service.

She finds herself being asked to look for a missing woman and during the course of her investigations she discovers Russian Mafia people traffickers, Ukrainian gun-runners and drug dealers operating locally. She also bumps into her former lover and MI6 partner who is working with various other crime agencies to track down and bring these criminals to justice.

Lavinia Birdsong is not Miss Marple: she is a martial arts expert and a highly trained operative in surveillance, investigation and interrogation. She is not a private eye but she is inquisitive and highly suspicious by nature, and she cannot just rot in a small village waiting for MI5 to beg for her return, and old habits die hard. She may be beautiful to look at but don’t be fooled…

Book two is almost ready (Ms Birdsong Investigates: Murder at the Observatory).

Book three is also nearly completed: Ms Birdsong Investigates: The Safe House.

Other novels I am writing are in various stages of completion. I never work on one thing at a time.

That’s an impressive workload, Janet. How long have you been writing?

I started writing at school, English Literature being my favourite lesson next to History and all three Sciences. I won prizes for my writing and I’ve always wanted to be an author. When I was managing bands and singers etc I would help write their biographies and press releases (with their record company marketing departments) and have often written articles on what obtaining a record and/or publishing deal would entail and how to go about it, articles about song-writing… things like that. I’ve been called upon by other authors to give advice and the benefit of my experience to them with their novels as well.

I seriously began writing with a view to being published about six years ago. It feels longer.

I know what you mean. My ‘overnight success took 42 years! Switching from articles and factual pieces to fiction is not a simple transition. What influenced you to start writing fiction?

As I said, I have always wanted to write fiction. I have a vivid imagination and as a child I lived in my head. I didn’t have friends and as we as a family travelled all the time, I never got to settle long enough to get to know people and places, so my life was inside my head. Putting it on to paper in story-form was my way of coping.

As an only child, I can empathise there. How do your family/friends feel about your writing?

I really don’t know. They have never expressed the slightest interest. I mentioned – to my mother – some years ago that I wondered what it would feel like to walk into a book store or library and see my books on the shelves. She said she’d be long dead before I was ever published! – she is 88 this year and this was about seven years ago. I think she knows I realised my dream, but she has never mentioned it and neither do I.

That’s a pity. From what you’ve said, it’s obvious you’re very excited about your ex-MI5 character, Ms Birdsong, a private investigator. Can you give us a taste of the first novel in her series?

Yes, indeed, but she is not a private investigator in the accepted sense, she is a retired MI5 Officer who keeps her new community under surveillance out of habit. She notices things and can read people. Something is ‘off’ in Ampney Parva and she cannot help herself, she has to find out.

Here Ms Birdsong has managed to gain entry to the estate of solicitor Linden Payne in her pursuit of the missing woman Ali Yelling. She is headed for the main house where she also suspects trafficked girls are being held prior to ransom on the Internet.

She was about to come out from the shadows when she caught a glimpse of something out the corner of her eye. Holding her breath she slowly turned her head towards what she thought she’d seen. Yes, there it was above a horseshoe set into the stable wall – the red blink of an operational CCTV camera almost totally hidden by ivy except for lens – recording everything. Bugger, she thought, crouching down making herself as small as possible, another trip for a deep cleanse facial would need to be scheduled. Carefully and silently she opened her back-pack, rummaging until she found a small tin. Removing a glove she took the top off the tin and dipped her fingers into the khaki substance. She smeared her face and neck, totally covering any white skin, before wiping her fingers on a tissue and putting it in her backpack with the almost empty tin. She put a pair of black gloves on. Her body tingled with excitement and adrenaline. She felt pumped, just like the old days; vital, alive. This is what she’d missed and longed for so badly since moving to Ampney Parva. The old Lavinia was back and ready to rock.

Thank you. That sets an intriguing scene. I like the humour, too. You mentioned you’ve written ghost tales, too. Do you find it easy switching from one genre to another?

Believe it or not I have never read a ghost story. In fact I have never read a romance either. When I was asked to contribute towards two Halloween anthologies for my publisher I nearly fainted. I almost said no. But I am not a quitter. I imagined it couldn’t be any different to writing a crime story – well, convinced myself actually. I set about writing a modern smuggling story, worrying myself to death how to introduce a ghost or something ghostly to it as it unfolded, and then suddenly it all came to me.

I set one story ‘The Haunting of Anne Chambers’ (Shiver) – in Paul, Cornwall, and it straddles modern day and the 17thcentury, flitting back and forth between the two eras. Modern day drug smugglers and 17th century privateers smuggling anything they can take from ships off the coast of Ireland, Spain and anywhere they can sail.

I was chuffed to bits to receive a review from an Irish author of some repute who compared my writing to that of the author of The French Lieutenant’s Woman and the great Gothic novels! Needless to say I have read neither.

Wishing on a Star

My second ghost story, ‘Merry Christmas Everybody’ (Wishing on a Star), was set in a recording studio in 1989 and is based on actual events with a lot of poetic licence. Believe it or not recording studios often pick up ghostly goings-on when recording.

I’ve written several ghost stories since then. I admit I do have to think longer and harder when writing a ghost story. Whereas crime stories write themselves. I just hit the keys.

A tall order, I know, but what is your favourite book? And why?

I’ve thought hard about this question and I’m at a loss. I’m a voracious reader. I could read before I started school. I love Agatha Christie, Daphne Du Maurier, John Le Carre and Kathy Reichs, Peter James and similar authors. But I cannot pick one book or author. Recently two authors have really captivated me and both have been guests on my blog: David Videcette and Roger A. Price – both former police detectives. I love their books and am hooked.

I sympathise there, too. I couldn’t settle on even ten ‘favourites’! When not writing, how do you spend your time?

I am a curious and interested person addicted to politics and so watch and listen to anything political. I don’t belong to a party and if I had my way…

History and Science are major interests, and when I am not watching programmes about anything to do with these subjects, I’m visiting churches, cathedrals, stately homes, gardens, and the gorgeous villages and countryside we have in this country. I’ve lived overseas for a long time so it is great to reconnect with Great Britain. Being a keen photographer I love to take photos of all the places I visit and I usually blog about my ‘jollies’ with photos. I enjoy walking and always have a camera or my phone with me, just in case.

If you’re interested in my ‘jollies’ out and about, then pop over to my blog where there are photos and details of my visits as well as author interviews and more.

(c) Jane Risdon 2015 – Sissinghurst

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Where do you hope to be in 5 years?

Still upright and breathing I hope. I take every day as it comes, nothing is guaranteed and I’ve had my fill of working like a crazy woman. I am in control of my own time and that is wonderful!

Where can readers find you?

I contribute to numerous online magazines and newsletters regularly and I’m often guest author on blogs as well as hosting gusts on my blog.

You can visit my Amazon author page:

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Only One Woman – blurb

Two women, one love story.

Stella thinks it’s her last night alive, while Scott believes she’s having a sex-change operation on Monday. Renza is moving overseas and worries Top of the Pops won’t be on TV there. She is heart-broken at leaving Scott; he is confused – he loves them both – but is excited to be in the UK with Narnia’s Children, touring and recording with top record producers and living the life of a 1960s rock god. Russia invades Czechoslovakia, Bobby Kennedy is assassinated and there are student riots in Paris…Only One Woman is set in 1968/69 in the UK Music Scene and is an authentic trip into nostalgia from the POV of two girls whose lives are shaped by massive world changing events in the grooviest decade of the 20th century. Written by friends who were ‘with the band,’ back then, it is published by Accent Press in Paperback and e-book and has its own playlists on YouTube.

It’s being read by guys and gals.


Only One Woman Accent Press on Amazon UK, USA, Australia in e-pub and Kindle Paperback.

Only One Woman for stores, libraries, and audio worldwide is published May 2018.

Only One Woman Facebook

Renza and Stella have their own YouTube Playlists:



Anthologies where Jane’s stories appear:

Shiver (Accent Press)

A selection of spooky, scintillating, and scary stories from some of Accent Press’s best-loved authors. Featuring gruesome crime from Bill Kitson and Andrea Frazer, a frighteningly modern fairy tale from Helena Fairfax, ghostly goings-on from Christina Jones, David Rogers and Jane Risdon, Marie Laval and Tricia Maw, a twisted take on a national pastime from Car Cooper, and the supernatural side of reality TV from Caroline Dunford.

Telling Tales anthology 2012

I am Woman anthology, 2013

In a Word: Murder anthology, 2014

Wishing on a Star anthology, 2014 (Accent Press)

Ghostly Writes anthology 2016

Madame Morvara’s Tales of Terror anthology 2016

Ghostly Writes Valentine’s anthology 2017

Midsummer anthology 2017

Cons Dames and G-Men anthology (Stab in the Dark Writers Circle) 2017

Christmas Capers anthology (Stab in the Dark Crime Writers Circle), 2017

Ghostly Writes anthology, 2017

Ghostly Writes Valentine’s anthology 2018:Love from the Other Side

Many thanks for being my guest, Jane. I wish you every success with your future projects, and particularly with Ms Birdsong!



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Linda’s Book Bag – from our archives on Only One Woman

Only One Woman by Christina Jones and Jane Risdon

First appeared


I love the irony of a book called Only One Woman being written by two of them – Christina Jones and Jane Risdon! My grateful thanks to Accent Press for providing a copy of Only One Woman in return for an honest review and for inviting me to be part of the launch celebrations.

Only One Woman is to be published by Accent Press in e-book on 23rdNovember 2017 and paperback on 24th May 2018 and is available for pre-order here.

Only One Woman


Two women, one love story.

June 1968. Renza falls head over heels for heartthrob guitarist Scott. But after a romantic summer together they are torn apart when Renza’s family moves away.

December 1968. On the night she believes to be her last, Stella meets Scott at a local dance. He’s the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and if this one night is all they have, she’ll take it.

As the final colourful year of the sixties dawns, the question is: can there be only one woman for Scott?

You can listen to the playlists for Only One Woman too and you’ll find Renza and Stella on Facebook.

1-Listen as you read Renza

My Review of Only One Woman

When band members move in next door to Renza, her life will never be the same again, but Stella could put a fly in her ointment!

What a roller coaster of emotions for Renza and Stella. Only One Womanis a real insight into the lives of these two young women in the 1960s. They experience the whole range of experiences for women of their time with their contrasting families shaping them very differently. I’d much rather have Stella’s family in my life than Renza’s!

Right the way through reading Only One Woman I couldn’t make up my mind about Scott. At times I thought I would like to meet him myself and at others I felt I’d prefer to hit him several times with a very heavy blunt instrument. Even by the end of Only One Woman I hadn’t made up my mind. I think this shows what a good job both authors have done in creating complex and real characters.

However, I have no such vacillations of opinion about the atmosphere and 1960’s setting. Although I was quite a bit younger than Renza and Stella in the 1960s, I remembered so many of the cultural references that give Only One Woman such a vivid era, from the music to world events. The authors deserve great praise for the quality of the research to ensure the accuracy of these details. The music really sets the scene but readers of a certain age need to be careful otherwise they will have earworms for days reading this book!

I also enjoyed the variety of settings and was fascinated especially by the depiction of army life in Germany.

I think anyone who has lived through the 1960s will find so many personal memories are prompted by Renza, Stella, Scott et al so that there is so much more to enjoy than simply reading a narrative in Only One Woman. It’s a highly evocative read.

About Christina Jones


Christina Jones, the only child of a schoolteacher and a circus clown, has been writing all her life. As well as writing romantic comedy novels, she also contributes short stories and articles to many national magazines and newspapers.

She has won several awards for her writing: Going the Distance was a WH Smith Fresh Talent Winner; Nothing to Lose, was shortlisted and runner-up for the Thumping Good Read Award with film and television rights sold; Heaven Sent was shortlisted in The Melissa Nathan Comedy Romance Awards and won a Category Award; Love Potions won the Pure Passion Award; The Way to a Woman’s Heart was short-listed for the Rom-Com of the Year; and An Enormously English Monsoon Weddingwon The Reviewer’s Choice Award.

You can find all of Christina’s books here. There’s more about Christina on Facebook and her website and you can follow her on Twitter @bucolicfrolics.

About Jane Risdon


Jane Risdon has spent most of her life in the international music business. Married to a musician she has experienced the business first hand, not only as the girlfriend and wife of a musician, but later with her husband as a manager of recording artists, songwriters and record producers, as well as placing songs on TV/Movie soundtracks for some of the most popular series and movies shown around the world.

Writing is something she has always wanted to do but a hectic life on the road and recording with artists kept those ambitions at bay. Now she is writing mostly crime and thrillers, but recently she’s collaborated with award-winning author Christina Jones, on Only One Woman. A story they’ve wanted to write together, ever since they became friends when Christina became Fan-club secretary for Jane’s husband’s band.

You’ll find more about Jane on Facebook, via her blog and on Twitter @Jane_Risdon. There’s more about Jane’s writing here.

There’s more with these other bloggers too – the tour is over but do visit their blogs.

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