The Simply Breathtaking Series

Adult-content rating: 18+ ONLY The Simply Breathtaking Series is Erotica. It contains content considered unsuitable for young readers 17 and under. This may be offensive to some readers. If slang words for the female and male sex organs offend. This book is not for you. I will warn you, Sexual details are explicit.


I shouldn’t go to shops when in a deep writing mode. #LOL

About 2500 words into writing, after only an hour I stopped, grabbed a coffee which pulled me away from the computer and allowed my everyday mind to kick in… problem number 1. Don’t stop and get coffee. I thought where on earth is this chapter going to fit into the next book? 

This was a new chapter that sprung up out of the blue. I am a panster, and panster writers don’t think about plotting and planning we don’t know what happens until it happens and I freaked out as in the everyday world I plan and plot everything. It’s hard when my everyday mind crosses over with my writing mind as they are total opposites. 

This was my internal battle today. 
Everyday mind: Am I wasting my valuable time on this chapter that may not fit in? I hate wasting time. I could catch up with a mate for coffee or do housework?
Writer mind: No it always works out. Stop being silly. Get your arse in the seat.
EM: I will go to the shops, clear the mind.
WM: Yes driving gets you back into the creative world.

The minute I drove I got carried away with the story which was a yay! Thank gosh. Which meant everyday mind was kicked to the corner… so was the corner for the shop. I had driven 20 kilometres before I realized erm where am I going? Problem number 2 – Creative mind takes over. I was driving to work on autopilot. I did a U-turn and finally made it to the shops to get basics. Milk and bread. Meanwhile, I stopped at the blocks of cheese and the story became clear. It wasn’t until a worker came up and said are you having trouble deciding on a cheese?

“No, why?”
“Because you have been staring at this same spot for ten minutes.”
“Oh gosh, have I. No. I am good. Thank you for asking. Things on my mind is all.” I smiled and blushed embarrassed, it felt like ten seconds I swear.

Problem number 3… when a new chapter is strong don’t go in public as I act as an air-head. Head slap.

LOL. I had to share. The joys of being a writer. But being an air-head writer makes me happy. xxxIMG_20150525_174608

Enjoy it any way you can!

Melissa Craig. Mwah!


#Bookworms want a slice of Australia #99c ?

I haven’t had a sale on one of my books for a while and I thought it was time. From now until the end of the year I am making the digital version of The Unblemished Librarian 99cents. I know 40,000 words for less than a dollar. Am I crazy? Maybe. This is my favourite story and lots of tears were shed while writing it. Going from an Erotica to a spicy romance was out of my comfort zone, with the thanks of editor Dionne Lister I could publish this baby.

okjkH6yqtMjrxbvyoAClsfzaMvVkxTz4ZkvGCFSCNwo If you’ve read The Unblemished Librarian thank you and why not spread the love and gift it to a friend or family member? Christmas is around the corner.

Enjoy it any way you can!

Melissa Craig

I will sign books during the Brisbane Writers Festival 2016

Thanks to Boolarong Press, I will sign books in New Farm, Brisbane on the 9th September, 2016. I am flying from Cairns to Brisbane for a launch event at The State Library of Queensland on the Friday evening and we thought why not arrive earlier and throw in a book signing?

I will be at the gorgeous new farm editions at Merthyr Village Shopping Centre between 11am -2pm on Friday the 9th September. For every book sold I will give away the excerpt for the follow-on novel of Ample Attraction. No, I won’t be announcing the name of the new book on social media or revealing the cover online until October. Its exclusive for the people who drop into New Farm Editions on Friday and buy my book.  See you there.


Enjoy it any way you can!

Melissa Craig.


WTH! Detention for a button?

I have heard everything. I am wondering if private schooling is the way to go for my kids. My blood is boiling over what sparked a yelling fest between my children first thing in the morning. I will be the first parent to put my hand up and say yep my kids fight. Siblings do… and if you say your kids don’t I call bullshit. With two teenagers in the house a boy and a girl… hormones are testosterone are flaring big time. That is another story.

My main reason for this post is that my high schooler was yelling at my youngest who is in year two about her uniform. I rolled my eyes thinking… isn’t it a beautiful peaceful morning, oh the serenity? I tried to give it around 20 seconds to let them work it out before adult intervention… but this time they weren’t letting up. The next minute the noise level went up an octave, I could hear their voices crackling and at a crying point for all three of them. My kids are a little like I was in school; always like to do the right thing, ad bide by the rules, never get into trouble, never get detention. A pleasure to teach is always on the report card. So when one of them might get a detention because they are breaking the rules they make sure it won’t happen. This went down.

Amber you can’t wear that uniform you have a button missing?
It’s just a button, she answered.
Yeah but if you have a button missing you get a detention. Go put another one on.
No this one is ironed and Mum would have to iron another.
So, that’s better than getting a detention for a button. You can’t get a detention. We’ve never had detention. Go change it! (The two of them yelling by this stage and I had to step in.)
Me: Are you saying you guys get a detention for a missing button on your uniform?
Yes we do and we don’t want Amber to get one, but she won’t listen.

WTH! Detention for a button? First up, that’s the most idiotic thing I have ever heard. Stupid private school being the fashion police. Yeah, a normal thing would be to mention to the child they noticed a button missing on the uniform and maybe ask mummy to sew on a button when you get home. But a detention is an overkill. What happened to getting detention for smoking on the oval, wagging school or swearing at a teacher? These are the bad things that were dealt a detention in my day. Parents are busy, kids dress themselves for school and I will be honest I don’t look at every garment I put into the washing machine otherwise I would be in the laundry longer than I already am. I have washing coming out of my ears with three kids.

Sorry getting side tracked. I let Amber wear the uniform as I didn’t have time to sew one on or iron another to the disgust of my older two; I didn’t send a note along to apologise that her uniform was out-of-order on purpose even though my older two couldn’t understand why I would get Amber in trouble. I wanted to see how this played out and I was in a don’t mess with me mood, the perfect time to deal with it. On the drive into school I gave them the talk if they give you a detention for a button EVER you tell me and I will get down to that school and give them my two cents worth. Amber if you get a detention today don’t you let the teachers make you feel bad, don’t cry. It’s not your fault they have nothing better to do than pick on kids for a button. Make sure you remember what teacher gave you the detention and not just mummy will go down to the school. I am sure Daddy would be agree with me on this. You wear that shirt, if a teacher mentions the button say, “Oh do I? Thanks for letting me know.” Smile and continue to play as if a button missing is nothing. The world won’t end because of it and lets see what they do. “Okay, I can do that,” she said. “You can. Mummy does it all the time. Never make a grumpy negative person bring you down sweetie, you are in control of how they make you feel. Have a good day. Smile.”

Bring it on I say. LOL. I’m thinking paying for private schooling is a waste of time and money. What has happened to common courtesy from people and mentioning a button missing and realising most parents work these days and things get missed. Putting fear into kids for a button and threatening a detention is wrong for something that is nothing, period. Encouraging good behaviour, positive interactions, always win out with kids not focusing on the negative. How on earth are children suppose to feel good about themselves if the teachers are focusing on what’s wrong with how they look? Oh! A kid is dishevelled as they don’t have a button, quick jump on it as someone might see them. Put them in the office as they are an embarrassment. Gee…Stop wasting time on petty things and refocus on teaching instead. Sigh.

Melissa Craig

Did you get your results? Yep, it’s cancer. Shit! Shit is right.

Appreciate the little things in life and live every day as if it is a special occasion people I always say.

I noticed a lump on a cleaners face and said. “You should get that looked at as the it has increased massively since last week.” “Yeah I’m going to the docs today,” he replied. This was last Monday, a week ago. I saw him today and he looked horrible. “Did you get yours results from the bloods last week?” I asked very concerned as he looked very depressed. “Yep, it’s cancer.” “Shit!” Came out of my mouth and my heart dropped. Two weeks ago no lump could be seen on his face. “Shit is right.” We both fell quiet I touched his cheek. “Okay let’s get this thing out, when are you getting the biopsy?” “I haven’t heard from them on a date yet. Then I can have surgery and start chemo.” “When did they tell you it was cancer?” “Tuesday.”

I saw red… Six days had gone by, his emotions would have been in turmoil and he still had no direction with his life. If you have ever played this waiting game…what if I don’t see my kids have kids…it’s not fun. This guy isn’t my family member. Just a guy that I wave hello at and have a little chat sometimes as he cruises by picking up rubbish. Here I was about to tell a 65-year-old guy what to do.  “You ring them now and say you want it tomorrow, and surgery asap.” “Melissa it doesn’t work like that.” By this stage my blood was boiling. “My arse it doesn’t. I will go to the doctors now and see them myself if I have too and don’t worry about the cost as I’ll make sure you get the money. I will go shop to shop and fundraise if it is needed.” “Melissa, I have money, you don’t need to do that.” “Then you insist they do the biopsy this week. You have a bloody golf ball on the side of your face. You need it out now! The sooner you know what stage the cancer is the better the outcome.”

I couldn’t help myself. “The stupid medical system… what do they think it’s okay to leave a growth on the side of your face?” I was getting involved no matter what. I stormed into the medical centre… I need to see doctor… please. I looked at him in the eye… “You get …. biopsy organised now, the sooner  the lump is out the better, he’s already waited a week too long. I will stand here until you get it booked. I don’t care who you have to call. You get it organized or I will be calling the GEM of this practice and if I have to call my cousin who is a doctor of the oncology unit in Brisbane to get your arse moving I will!”

I had my rant and it worked. I don’t like confrontations, and I am still angry while writing this post, but cancer is serious. One shouldn’t have to wait that long for a biopsy to be booked, meanwhile his soul is dying inside. The doctor should have got on the phone and booked it the minute he saw the results…yes the biopsy is booked now, thank gosh. The moment I was out of sight of everyone I lost it, I cried for a few minutes, composed myself and thought No sometimes we have to be pushy to get things done. I hate being the growling mama bear, but if it’s the difference between life or death I will intervene . Every moment counts.

If you ever feel a lump and not sure what it is, please get it checked out. I truly couldn’t believe how much this thing had grown on his face in a week. I felt sick at the thought at how he was feeling. I hope I helped him sleep a little better tonight. I always believe knowing is better than the unknown.

Cuddle a loved one.

Melissa Craig







Ekk I had a #GeorgeClooney moment!


Now before you go thinking I met him or something… NO! I said I had a moment, and no not in a sexy imaginative somewhat way… hang on… now my mind wonders to his tallness and silver locks, cough. Anyway, back to why I’m doing a blog post. Nespresso! This was my moment, I can even hear the Nespresso music playing in my mind right now as I recall it.

Gathered around the Nespresso machine as one does before starting the day. I stand waiting for my turn and look for the pods… “Is that the last Nespresso pod?” I asked, paused and looked from the man before me to watch the last coffee drip into the glass. “Yep. What else?” he replied. I must have had a disappointed look. He pulled it from the tray and held it out. “You can have it.” I take it, smile and put it down on the bench before I laugh my arse off. “We just had a George Clooney moment.” I backhanded him on the shoulder (softly) “You’re George and I’m the beautiful thing that walks away with the coffee.” “Except you ain’t looking so beautiful today, Melissa. Did you even look in the mirror?” “Oh my god, how rude. I would give you half of this espresso, but stuff you it’s mine.” I hide it from him. “Nah, you can have a sip. A short nip.” Pissing ourselves laughing. I can’t be mean.

He walks away empty-handed while I lean on the bench sipping the rest of my short black before poking out my tongue. Yes, I am very mature…. “And you aren’t George, he’s incomparable.” He looked back at me, I finished the last drop, licked my lips and waggled my eyebrows. He he I am such a stirrer. “Mm-mm.”

One day I may have a nice Nespresso moment with a tall guy with silver locks. Have a fantastic Friday.

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Enjoy it any way you can!

Melissa Craig

Can you spot the difference?

As you all know, I love to watch people and habits. The thing that sticks out a lot is the huge difference between a girl and a woman. And I am not talking about the obvious tight skin, looking younger, and the short skirts… or the amount of times they use the word like. I’m referring to the approval needed from the people that surround them.

I’ll probably get flak from twenty-year-olds about this… but it’s true and these are things I’ve noticed when I’ve been in restaurants, out at pubs, doing groceries, at the gym. I write about twenty-year-olds so I find in fascinating at the mannerisms. Yes, I know not everyone is the same, and that it may sound like I am generalizing. But I don’t think I am. No, I haven’t documented every meet I have with a girl or a woman to back up what I’m saying, so don’t shoot the messenger.

Let’s start at the gym. A girl goes to the gym with the on trend gym outfit, her hair perfect and makeup like she was ready to go out for the night strutting herself through the gym procrastinating just so she gets looks from every person in the gym. (Girls like attention from whoever) While a woman will rock in hair wispy, thrown up in a rough bun, no make-up, mismatching outfit and half the time with a water bottle, towel without a brand name on as she’s had for years… women are set for comfort, they don’t talk to anyone excepts for a quick smile as they appreciate everyone is busy and time is limited. If they are at the gym it means workout time. They aren’t there to socialize; they aren’t there to impress. They don’t worrying about what the gym people think of them. A woman only cares about what their partner thinks… everyone else it doesn’t matter.

Some could say that girls don’t have to work out as much as a woman… I call bullshit. I see plenty of girls who have more cellulite than I do. Just because they are young and eat little doesn’t mean you don’t have to work out. Respect your body girls. Everyone should eat well and exercise.

It’s when a group of girls are in a social situation you notice a big difference. Normally one of them throws a tantrum of some sort and storms out and after two other girls chase her down and bring her back so they can order food. Girls will pick at the food (a salad), not allowing time for their taste buds to explode. They drink water or low calorie drinks and watch what everyone else is eating and if one stops eating they all stop. Food goes back half eaten. The thought of dessert is not even contemplated as eating that so called dessert is bad for you… It’s not bad btw… dessert is the mouth-watering part.

While a group of women at a table will eat as they wish, order two bottles of wines have nibbles, a main and a dessert. Maybe it’s because we appreciate someone else cooking the food and cleaning up (women are domestic), maybe it’s because we earn more than a Uni student… or maybe ones social position has nothing to do with it. It’s that women and happy within themselves and their body. They realize life is short and eating what we want is okay. If we want a steak or a pie we eat it. As long as it tastes good I say. Women don’t worry if our friends approve of what we are eating, girls do. Who cares girls? What if someone saw you… what will happen? It’s not the end of the world. What if someone posts a pick of you eating a pie will social media will melt down? Not everything is a drama; if you put on 200g it’s not drastic… a girl uses her physical beauty as a currency and basis of value. Women don’t worry until we realize our jeans aren’t fitting anymore and think… okay maybe I should cut down from a glass every night to every second night. We all need a balance and if we have a huge meal the next day we should do a workout to make up for it.

A girl at work said this the other day as I was eating a Mars Bar and it made me think of this blog post. Girls and women are totally different.

G:Didn’t you do a big workout this morning? Me:Yep. G:So why are you eating a Mars Bar then? M:Because I wanted a soft nougat with a creamy caramel covered in a thick milk chocolate. (I said in sexy voice, yes woman can be girlish) G:I am serious Melissa. Why are you eating chocolate? M:Because I want it. G:You can’t. M:Why can’t I? G:You’ll get fat. M:From one Mars Bar? G:Yes M:So be it, more to life than ones physical beauty missy. Taste is something you’ll appreciate as you get older. G:Hey, I am older. I turned 21 the other day. And physical beauty gets you a man. You should have seen everyone staring at my outfit at my party. So many compliments, but I got rid of the guy I was dating as I found one that ticks all the boxes on my checklist of a dream guy, plus he earns more, better looking. M:Money isn’t everything. G:Yes it is. M:No it’s not and looks aren’t anything to go by in the bedroom either. G:Who cares about the bedroom? As long as he looks good on my arm I say. M: That will change. (I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and tried to re-direct the conversation) Did you help your mum cook to get ready for the party? No, I don’t cook or clean. Mums are supposed to do that. At this point I was aggravated with the immature mindset and continued biting my Mars Bar and she hit it out of my mouth.

G:No Mars Bars!

We went back to work then I returned from lunch with a pie and coke and she threw a tantrum. LMAO. Boys attract girls and men attract women. Can you spot the difference?

Enjoy it any way you can!

Melissa Craig.

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