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Fairway To Heaven – release day

“Twas the night before Christmas Fairway To Heaven launch,NewFinalFair#2
and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse paranoid author getting up to check Amazon sales rankings…”

This is it folks, Fairway To Heaven is now live at an e-book store near you:

If you check the ‘My Books’ section of my website, you can find out all about the book.

It’s just a click away:



Check out the video trailer here:


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Counting Down The Days – Fairway Drives The Green!

NewFinalFair#2My new book, Fairway To Heaven releases on January 8.

You can pre-order it now at Smashwords (lots of formats available) and it’s available on Amazon for Kindle.

So now I have more butterflies flying around in my stomach than there are in the Amazon (the jungle, not the bookstore). Ali Elle Morris asked me this week whether I was nervous about the release. At the time, I don’t think I was. Now, that it’s all that bit closer, I’m re-considering that comment. Truth is, I’m more nervous than a groom on his wedding day, when he discovers he’d rather bonk the bridesmaid.

It’s been a busy week, and next week gets even crazier. Here’s where you can catch me. I’m on quite a Lily-pad hop to talk about Fairway. (Well, it’s quite a Lily-pad hop for this shy, retiring little author and her pink beanie).

Ali Elle Morris is a travelling willow-the-wisp… she taunts me on Facebook with travelling blogs and she’s currently in England, or Ireland, drinking Guinness, no doubt in the snow. I spent some time on her blog this week to talk about self publishing, traditional publishing and the decisions I’ve made so far in my writing career.

In fact, I spent so much time on the first part of Ali Elle’s question, I didn’t even get to mention Fairway To Heaven, so she very kindly asked me back to continue a part 2.

You can read them both here: Part 1 & Part 2. 

Then Elizabeth Ellen Carter gave me pole position on her incredibly classy purple couch. I’ve been dying to sit

Lily Malone
Lily Malone

on this couch for a year, (although I was a little worried the colour would clash with my beanie) and now I have my chance. I decided to talk to EE Carter about my mother. Because that’s what a good girl does when she’s invited to sit on a purple couch. (See the post here – it includes an exclusive excerpt).

So, to this crazy week ahead:

I’m in the limelight and the spotlight, I’m doing a Quintette and a Hunky Hero, and then a very tried and true blog at Just Contemporary Romance. And then we top everything off on Saturday with the Golf Bunker Blog Hop, where 18 authors all talk about sport. Or not. In fact, some talk about how much they absolutely abhor sport. I refuse to hold this against them. They’re still all good sorts. (And great writers).

(I’ll include all the links to the posts as they come live!)

January 7 – Author Limelight with Sarah Belle

January 8 – Romance Writers Of Australia spotlight (with a giveaway)

January 8 – Release Day with Australia Romance Readers Association (and a giveaway)

January 9 – Meet Brayden Culhane at Kendall Talbott’s Hunky Heroes blog.

January 10 – Quintette of Questions with Narrelle Harris (I get asked about the song that always brings tears to my eyes)

January 11 – Just Contemporary Romance – guest post. (And a giveaway)

January 11 – 13 – The Sand Bunker Blog Hop begins. Don’t miss this. You’ll actually get the opportunity to win great stuff, including chocolates and a copy of The Yearning, plus lots of e-books!

And finally, with Fairway To Heaven just three measly teeny tiny days away. This is the other thing I’ve been doing, making movies. Please enjoy a sneak peak at my book trailer for Fairway.

And if you’re really enthused, if you visit the ‘My Books’ page of this website, you can read the First Chapter of Fairway To Heaven and let me know what you think. (Just a quick word of warning about Adult Content, 18+.)

Thank you blog friends for following me through the birth of Fairway To Heaven. I’m very (VERY) proud of this book, but I’m also incredibly nervous about how it will be received in the great big golf course upon which she is about to roll.


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Hop in a bunker with me

NewFinalFair#2For those authors and writers and readers who follow and visit my blog, I’d like to invite you to participate in my Lily Pad hop to celebrate the January 8 launch of Fairway To Heaven.

If you have a golf or sports-themed story – this is gonna be right up your alley. You just need a blog site to enter. (Or readers – if you don’t have a blog – I’m happy to host your comments here!)

You can find more details here:

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Fairway To Heaven – it’s golf. But not as you know it.

My new book Fairway To Heaven, releases January 8. January 8 was my nanna’s birthday, she would have been 97 if she hadn’t fallen off her perch (as she’d threatened to do for such a long time).


Fairway To Heaven

It’s golf. But not as you know it.

When Jennifer Gates drives to Sea Breeze Golf Club to kick off date-night with her boyfriend, the last thing she expects is to find Golf-Pro Jack giving one of his lady students a private—and very personal—lesson in bunker-play.

Lucky for Jenn, her best friend gives her the keys to the Culhane family’s beach shack on the white-pepper shores of Western Australia’s Geographe Bay. Jenn hopes a weekend on the coast with her young son will give her the space she needs to rebuild her confidence after Jack’s betrayal.

But she’s not the only person seeking sanctuary by the sea. Brayden Culhane is there too, and Jenn can’t look at Brayden without remembering the tequila-flavoured kiss they shared on the shack steps years ago.

As long-buried feelings are rekindled, and a friendship is renewed, Jenn knows it is more than lazy summer days bringing her mojo back. Romantic sunsets, ice-cold beers and the odd round of golf can only go so far, because this time, trusting Brayden with her heart won’t be enough. Jenn has to learn to trust her body, too.

I’m planning all sorts of prizes as I lead in to the release of Fairway. One of these is going to be a lovely gift pack filled with prizes such as books and goodies from the Margaret River wine & tourism region where I live, and where Fairway is set. For *goodies* think books, food, chocolate. And it’s up for grabs for anyone who shares (Facebook or Twitter or blogs) news of my book. Just tag me in your posts and I’ll know who you are!

Buy the book at Smashwords ( (many formats supported)

And Amazon for Kindle.

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Cover reveal – Fairway To Heaven

Wendy Johnston of Bright Eyed Owl is behind another cover masterpiece for me. I love this! My cover for Fairway To Heaven, out January 8, 2014.

Now, I just have to get over the feeling that I’m about to leave the house with a plunging neckline and a very (VERY) short skirt… You know, that feeling of: “I can’t leave the house wearing THAT!!”



Fairway To Heaven: You Read It Here First!

Hello blog, I’ve been busy!

I am SO close to calling my new contemporary romance, my golf story, Fairway To Heaven, finished. So very close. I had hoped to get to The End before family Malone went on holiday… but I haven’t quite made it.

I am, however, way ahead of schedule. I didn’t think I’d be finished till February.

In the last week, the book has been in the hand of fellow authors, Jennie Jones, Juanita Kees, and the very soon to be published with Losing Kate (Random House), Kylie Kaden. They’re Beta reading for me, and they’re enjoying Fairway thus far.

With their suggestions, I’m almost halfway through edits. Chapter 13. It’s so tempting to take the laptop with me on holiday, however, I think this way also may lie divorce… (joking).

So I’ll be away for a few weeks, but I’d like to leave you with the first 1000 words of Fairway To Heaven—my golf romance about lust in the bunkers and love on the greens.

Enjoy. Stay safe and happy, and I’ll be back in touch soon.

Cheers, Lily M


Fairway To Heaven – Chapter 1.
By Lily Malone

Jack Bannerman likes the way my butt fills a pair of skinny jeans. I wish he didn’t. There’s a denim seam stuck in vaginal purgatory and no matter which way I squirm, it doesn’t want to budge. I’m getting squeezed in places no woman should ever be squeezed.

If Jack says I don’t make an effort, after today… I’ll. I’ll. I don’t know what I’ll do, but it won’t be pretty.

Spying a gap in the traffic, I gun the Corolla across the dual lanes. The car splutters, hops a bit, and shoots between the polished black gates of Sea Breeze Golf Club, into the shade of a solemn line of sheoaks.

They’ve changed the layout since I was here last, but that was months ago, no, longer than that. I haven’t hit a golf ball here since I was pregnant with Seb and swinging a club around my stomach was like swinging round a basketball.

There are speed bumps on the driveway now, humps big as whales, and I reduce speed. Who would have thought an exclusive golf course would attract your average hoon? They’re a conservative bunch here.

The Pro’s parking space—Jack’s designated space—used to be under the spreading branches of a London Plane Tree. Now his Subaru WRX is in a different spot, parked nearer the Pro Shop, divided from the bitumen and the billiard-table lawn by a low white-painted post and rail fence. Afternoon sun glints off the WRX’s metallic blue paint.

All the office-bearers have reserved places. Secretary. Treasurer. Captain. The only slot, other than Jack’s that’s currently filled, is President.

I’m not surprised the course isn’t busy. Jack says Thursday afternoon is dead. It’s late-night shopping in Perth and most of the members are under instruction to hurry home so their wives or girlfriends can hit the malls. That’s why Jack chose Thursdays for lessons, because the course is quiet.

The dashboard clock says five-thirty and a thrill rushes through me. I’ve got so much planned for tonight. Champagne on ice, Jack’s favourite dinner in the oven, and Sebastian is at Emmy’s for a sleepover.

If he wants to, Jack and I might hit a few balls down the twelfth, for old time’s sake. Though I’m hardly dressed for golf.

I cruise past a SAAB, then a Mercedes, turn the corner and double back, pass a couple of four-wheel-drives, one with the personalised license plate screaming HOLE IN 1. Who would buy a number plate like that?

Aiming the Corolla at a spot under the plane tree, I come in a little too fast. The tyres bump the kerb and recoil, and I wonder if that’s enough to get me kicked out for hoon behaviour.

I clamber out into the scent of cut grass, hot bitumen, and bore water from ticking sprinklers now splashing the greens, and as I shove the key in my pocket, I take a subtle second to ease denim from the centre of my butt.

The Pro Shop nestles under the right-hand wing of the club house. Unlike the more expansive glass and brick building, it’s got a skillion roof, and it’s only single story. The main path continues straight but I detour right, wobbling a little in Emmy’s Lady Janes as I circle a bed of bright red geraniums, orange pokers, and yellow daisies.

From the Pro Shop, I know Jack can see the carpark. Has he seen me? He could hear me—these heels would wake the dead.

I glance toward the Pro Shop door, half expecting Jack to be there, all lean and gorgeous, ready with a smart comment and a sexy smile.

The sign on the front door is flipped to Closed. 


Shoving my sunglasses to the top of my head, I walk up to the Pro Shop door until my nose touches the glass. Nothing moves inside. I grab the door handle and push, then pull, and it doesn’t budge. Only then do I agree with what the sign already told me.

Pro Shop’s closed.

Two or three strands of blonde hair get yanked out as I lift the sunglasses from my head and put them back on my face.

Sometimes when he isn’t busy, Jack will take a bucket of balls up on the driving range. There is two-hundred metres of fairway lined with thick bush, not far from the Pro Shop. He takes a radio, and if a customer comes there’s a button on the door that says ‘press for the Pro’.

I don’t want to press his button. Today, surprise is the key.

The course opens before me, green, fresh, undulating like sheets in a breeze. It makes a wet sponge beneath my feet and in five steps, cut grass glues to Emmy’s shoes.

Kicking them off, I hook a finger under the heels.

The crack of someone teeing-off the fifteenth makes me look that way, but it’s not Jack. Two older men, silver-haired and bent, tuck their drivers in their golf bags and trudge away, pushing buggies up the hill.

Jack isn’t on the practice range. He isn’t anywhere and he’s hard to miss. Jack is six-foot-four. He hits a golf ball further than I can sprint without having a heart attack.

Maybe he’s helping a student hunt for balls in the bush. That happens. But I can’t hear any crunching of sticks or leaves, and there are no ‘found it’ shouts from the trees.

Then, in the shadows draped across the twelfth green I see the golf bag—Jack’s bag—complete with blazing Nike tick. He’s dropped a glove or a cleaning rag on the grass at the bunker’s edge. It shines lemony against the grass.

I open my mouth to call out, but years of ingrained etiquette stop me. So, veering from the practice range, I head diagonally for the bunker on the twelfth. There’s a visible line not far ahead marking the end of the sprinklers’ reach, and as I step from wet grass to dry, I look up to get my bearings.

That’s when my tummy does this flip-splat. Like an omelette tossed wrong.

Thanks for reading the start of Fairway To Heaven. I’d love to hear what you think. If you’d like to keep in touch with Fairway as it gets closer to publication, feel free to ‘like’ my Facebook page.

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The nose, knows – or does it?

I have always had a lousy sense of smell, and no, before you ask, I’ve never smoked cigarettes in my life.

I’m not one of those people who scent something, and are plunged back into another time or day, or memory of a loved one, or a place. Music does that to me. Music puts me right back to what I was doing the first time I heard, say, ‘Royals’ by Lourdes (current favourite). I was driving home from Mandurah after a lovely lunch with blogger/reviewer extraordinaire Monique Mulligan, coming home from the Romance Writers Australia conference in Fremantle this year.

Madonna’s Express Yourself, and Black Box Ride On Time, and the Lambada, are songs that all remind me of a certain nightclub in Crete, and a certain Queensland cane cutter who could move like Jagger on the dance floor.

I love trying to describe scents and smells in my writing, and I always notice how other authors describe them, and whether I think those descriptions are done well. I mean, aren’t there only so many ways to describe the scent of a beach? And how about all those romance heroes who  smell of ‘clean, warm, male’…?

Wine helps a lot. No! Not drinking wine as I come up with whackier and whackier ways to describe how my hero smells! 😉 Seriously, wine labels are wonderful founts for description of texture, colour and scent. My love of gardening and nature helps too. But how many people know what I mean if I try to describe my heroine’s skin as ‘pale cream, tinged with pink, like a White Wedding fuschia?’

I found this article in The Weekend Australian magazine:

Opulent, muscular, reminiscent of cigar boxes: sommeliers are famously loquacious when describing the nose of a good vintage. But now scientists claim all smells can be broken down into 10 basic scents and described precisely as percentage scores of each of eight categories (fragrant, woody, fruity, chemical, minty, sweet, popcorn, lemon) and two kinds of “sickening” odours (pungent and decayed).

Neuroscientist Jason Castro of Bates College in Maine, who led the study, says until now it has been an open question how many fundamental types of scent there are. It’s not clear how the results, published in the journal Plos One, relate to the workings of the nose, which contains 1000-plus chemical-sensor neurons; a unique pattern of neuronal firing is then translated by the brain into a smell.

It doesn’t help much, does it. I can hardly start describing my hero’s aftershave as 80% woodsy, 18% chemical, with 2% fruity now, can I?

I’ve been working on my golf romance, Fairway To Heaven. Here’s a little taste of how my hero smells.

I rise on tiptoes so I can put a hand against his incredible face. His whiskers brush my palm—silky smooth—not quite a beard, too long to prickle.

My breasts press his shirt, all the muscles of his chest beneath the fabric, hard and ripped. He smells of summer and salt, and as I shape my lips to his, that’s how he tastes. There’s a millisecond there where I think I smell tequila.

The Golf Pro clears his throat again, then studies his computer screen. “What can I say? Those clubs are perfect for you. I wouldn’t recommend we modify a thing.”

Brayden lifts his head from mine: “This guy has worse timing than me.”

It’s eight years since I felt those lips on mine and I don’t want to stop now. I could kiss him forever.

How important is the sense of smell to you? Do you notice description of scents in the books you’re reading, or writing? Are you one of those people who can sniff a rose and discern the components of a perfume factory? Or are you like me, lucky if you can make out ‘floral’ or ‘bouquet’ or ‘peaches’?

If there’s a description of scent in the book you’re reading now that you think works – I’d love if you’d share it in the comments.

Happy sniffing!

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When a Pantster, Plots

If you’ve had half an eye on my blog of late, you might know that I’m currently working on a new book called Fairway To Heaven. It’s my contemporary golf romance (though they don’t seem to play much golf).

This weekend, I hit 34,565 words after having two good writing days on Saturday and Sunday. Writing days are gold for me. I have two young boys and a husband who aren’t great fans of me locking myself in a writing cave for extended periods. Lucky we don’t have a dog as well. Or a cat. Lucky too my family copes with things like sausage rolls (homemade – thanks mum) for dinner (x2); and soup, and baked beans on toast (plus leftover red sausages from the previous weekend’s birthday party) for lunch!

If it hadn’t been for the two preliminary football finals (AFL), I’m sure I would have racked up a few more words!

But here is the interesting bit. I’m a pantster. And if the jargon isn’t familiar to you, that means a writer who doesn’t plot out their books… but just flies by the seat of their pants.

I’ve seen and read blogs from other authors who have wonderful whiteboards and reams of post-it notes with ‘three-act structures’ and ‘plot points’ and ‘conflict boxes’… arrows running everywhere.

That is not my style. Arrows and flow charts and diagrams make writing seem too much like math. (Did I mention I hate math?)

Now please don’t get me wrong. I always have a basic plot in my mind before I start. A sense of what will happen in the beginning, how it’s going to end, and what might happen as we go along.

In His Brand Of Beautiful, I did at least fill a couple of diary pages with notes about what might happen in each chapter. The Goodbye Ride was a novella, so it already felt short. I can’t remember making notes for that story at all. And definitely with Fairway, not a dot point got jotted down anywhere.

Last night, that changed.

At 34,565 words, I finished Chapter 11. What I then did is kind of unprecedented for me.

I wrote chapter heads for 12, through 20, with a Chapter 21/epilogue at the end, and then for each heading I’ve written a very rough synopsis of what’s going to happen.

See: Plotting for Dummies, and nothing mathematical about it!

Now I get to see how it works. Wish me luck.

If you’re interested in a learning more about Fairway, please click here.


The Important Things In Life – Cake Making

I have made fabulous progress on Fairway To Heaven this week, my new golf romance. (So far, there hasn’t been that much golf in it, actually). I finished Chapter 8 Thursday night, and am approaching the 30,000 words.

This story, so far, is behaving nicely. Although some pesky squid on the Busselton Jetty, are not! Jenn and Brayden just had a squid incident at three paces… fun.

But writing takes a back seat for me this weekend because it’s my son’s sixth birthday and on Sunday, roughly 10 boys and 1 girl (token girl – she’s coming because she’s one of the ‘real’ guests’ sister)… and those of their parents who feel like staying, are all descending on our house. (Our rather on-the-small-side, rented house, I might add).

So shortly, I’m off shopping for party stuff, like: party bags, lollies, prizes and things from which I shall make cake. My friend Kylie from South Australia is the Queen of kids’ birthday parties. She bakes the most incredible cup cakes and made a ‘boat’ cake for her son last year. I’m not going that far, I’d only set myself up for failure – but she’s given me a recipe that sounds simple enough to make an ice-cream cake, and for the actual ‘birthday cake’ I’m relying on a packet. I’m hopeful of any shape that’s not flat in the centre or squashed.

Here’s Kylie’s ice cream cake recipe:

2 cups of cream, 1 tin of condensed milk. Whip, add choc chips or berries.(anything you fancy really) Line dish with plastic wrap then glad bake. Pour in and freeze overnight. The easiest and the best ice cream cake! Happy Birthday to Mr 6. from us. xxxx He will love whatever you do.

Italics on the last line are mine, because times like this I have to remember the simple things!

Now, the lovelyGracie Macgregor, author of Hearts On Hold, invited me to spend Friday night at her Calypso Bar. I figure with the birthday party hanging over me, a bar is just the right kind of place for me (not to mention, I might need it at the end of this weekend!)

Wish me luck and come visit me in Gracie’s bar if you’d like!

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Christina, Olivia and Jenn make a wish (Three Wishes Blog Blitz)


I’m participating in the Three Wishes Blog Blitz, hosted by author Juliet Madison! From 2nd to 6th September you’ll have the chance to win some awesome prizes at all the blogs participating in the blitz, including mine.

Why is it called the Three Wishes Blog Blitz? Juliet’s new  romantic comedy release, I Dream of Johnny, is about three wishes, a high-tech genie in a lamp, and one very unfortunate typo that proves magic isn’t all it cracked up to be…

The Lily Malone ‘wishlist’ is a bit too x-rated to include in a non-x-rated blog (it includes way too many scenarios with Timothy Olyphant and Charlie Hunnam) so instead I thought I’d let the heroines in my books  rub their own magic lamp today, and tell you what they’d wish for.

Christina Clay is the eccentric, hat-wearing, clay-pigeon shooting, horse-riding, winery executive, city girl, who stars in my Escape Publishing contemporary romance, His Brand Of BeautifulHere’s what Christina would wish for, if she discovered a magic lamp in the op-shops she regularly visits:HBOB

  • A world without snakes or lizards or scaly things that might slither beneath the timber slats of an outback camp shower
  • A bottle of champagne that never ends, and never loses its fizz
  • Legs as long and luscious as those of her best friend, Lacy Graham.

goodbye_ride_low-res.jpgOlivia Murphy is the Ducati-loving viticulturist who features in my contemporary romance novella, The Goodbye Ride. This is what Liv would wish for if she found a magic lamp in one of her vineyards.

  • That her brother was still alive
  • That jeans and a pink beanie counted as ‘smart-casual’
  • That cooking salt and pepper squid was as easy as making baked beans on toast.
The shack on the beach where Jenn goes to retrieve her missing mojo in my new book, Fairway To Heaven. (Picture is for illustrative purposes only!)

Jennifer (Jenn) Gates is the golf-playing, freelance writing, mother of a toddler son, now coming to life in my new book, Fairway to Heaven. I am about 20,000 words in and Jenn is trying to get her mojo back (after discovering her golf-pro boyfriend cheating on her with one of his golf students) on a long weekend stay at this beach shack.

If she discovered a magic lamp in the shed at the back of the shack, this is what she’d wish for:

  • That her cheating ex-boyfriend, Jack, develops a massive case of the putting yips and never sinks a putt again
  • That her 14-month-old toddler will wake up tomorrow toilet trained
  • That Brayden Culhane doesn’t consider the kiss they shared at this beach house eight years ago as “the biggest mistake of his life.”


Follow the instructions below to win my prize, and then you can click over to Juliet’s blog to enter her prize draw, and see the list of all other blogs taking part and enter their giveaways as well. How cool is that? 

My prizes include your choice of: a copy of His Brand Of Beautiful, a copy of The Goodbye Ride, and (because it’s so new) the opportunity to have a character named after you in my new book, Fairway To Heaven!  I’m also offering a world-exclusive! Like my Facebook page to read my 3000-word short story Fairway To Heaven, on which this new book is based. (You’ll need to send me an email at for that one too).

My question: If you could be the heroine of a movie or a book, which heroine would you wish to be and why?

You can answer in the comments. (If you ‘like’ my Facebook page during the Blog Blitz (2 September to 6 September) www.facebook/lily.lilymalone I’m sure I’ll come up with something special for you too!)

Remember: Once you’ve entered my giveaway, visit Juliet’s blog & enter her giveaway too, and visit any or all of the other participating blogs to enter more prize draws. You could potentially win a whole heap of prizes! Good luck! Visit the official Blog Blitz post here: