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About a Book: Moonbeams in a Jar

Are you in the mood for love? I’m optimistically hoping that you are and that the power of love which brought everyone together for Meghan and Harry’s big day might send one or two of you in the direction of my new novella, Moonbeams in a Jar which is released tomorrow, 22 May.

The premise for this story is that love arrives unexpectedly, often inconveniently and rarely according to plan... rather like trying to catch moonbeams in a jar.

I’m a very visual writer in the sense that ideas often come to me like still pictures from a film and this a story I’ve wanted to write since I ‘saw’ Chloe, the heroine, sitting at the end of a wooden pontoon with Wilma, her dachshund, beside her. How, I wondered, could I make her and the handsome bearded man heading towards her with his dog, Fred, see that they were right for each other?

As regular readers of this blog will know, I also love writing about places; I’ve been lucky enough to visit Hong Kong so some of our experiences there may well have worked their way into this story...



I’ve been soaked to the skin climbing in Snowdonia... so I inflicted that on Ryan, the hero of my story.


And, of course, Little Spitmarsh, the sleepy seaside town inspired by our sailing experiences is somewhere very dear to me.



I hope this story will give you a flavour of those locations and that you will enjoy accompanying Chloe and Ryan on their travels.

“A fabulous heart-warming story that's set in Christine's fictional seaside town, Little Spitmarsh and Hong Kong. Makes a perfect weekend read!”


When Chloe Potter wishes on a star that she’ll find a man who’ll accept her and her noisy dachshund Wilma, she doesn’t think that she’ll bump into one quite so soon … 

So when she meets larger than life, ruggedly handsome Ryan Green and his beloved boisterous basset hound, Fred, it ought to be a match made in heaven.

But Chloe soon finds that trying to tie a man like Ryan down is like trying to catch moonbeams in a jar. Ryan’s job as a photographer means that just when she'd like him to be around, he’s trying to catch just the right light at the top of Mount Snowdon.

Chloe wants stability and when it becomes clear that Ryan will always put his job first, she knows she has to move on. But then a once-in-a-lifetime trip unexpectedly brings them together once again …
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Jane Lovering said…
As one who is afflicted with a small noisy dog, I am glad your new book features some of the difficulties!

Good luck withh it, I am sure it will fly. (The book, not the dog).
23 May 2018 at 01:45
Clare Chase said…
Loads of luck with Moonbeams in a Jar, Chris - I'm so looking forward to starting it. The story and locations sound fab! xx
23 May 2018 at 05:52
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