ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Some books make you laugh.
Some make you cry.
Lindy Dale's tend to do both — often in the same chapter.
She writes about real women navigating the funny, occasionally heartbreaking business of life. Her characters face things that matter — illness, grief, bad men, worse decisions, and the slow hard work of figuring out who they actually are.
Honest fiction. With a lot of humour.
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Georgie Bird's Saturday run was supposed to clear her head.
It did not.
One misstep into something she'd rather not identify, one undignified scramble toward the river to fix it, and suddenly she's soaking wet and face to face with Nate Adams — the boy who married her in a wardrobe at age eight, with two teddies as witnesses.
Georgie and Nate loved each other at eighteen, too. That time didn't stick either—pulled apart by parents who thought they knew better.
They're thirty now and nobody gets to tell them what to do.
A funny, warm short story about first love, second chances, and a pair of running shoes that never really recovered.
storm in a b cup
one lump. one life. one hell of a second chance
Sophie Molloy has a plan for her funeral.
It involves Bon Jovi, a lot of laughter, and everyone getting extremely drunk afterward.
What it does not involve is being young, recently dumped, freshly mastectomised, and falling for the plastic surgeon who’s rebuilding her breast.
When Sophie is diagnosed with breast cancer, she assumes it’s just another cyst. Instead, it becomes the beginning of a spectacular personal unravelling. Within months, she loses her right breast, her boyfriend of three years, her house, and her best friend. Her once-solid life slides from bad… to worse… to deeply, darkly awkward.
Armed with a razor-sharp sense of humour, an overbearing but well-meaning mother, and a growing collection of unwanted sympathy casseroles, Sophie does her best to keep going. But things become complicated when she starts developing feelings for Dr. Brendan Hanson — the charming, compassionate plastic surgeon tasked with reconstructing her body, not her life.
Or is he?
As Sophie navigates surgery, grief, attraction, and the strange intimacy of being seen at her most vulnerable, she’s forced to confront questions she never planned to ask. About love. About loss. And about whether it’s possible to laugh your way through the worst year of your life.
Storm in a B Cup is a funny, tender romantic comedy about breast cancer, friendship, and finding connection when everything feels broken. Inspired by the author’s own experience, it’s a story about survival, resilience, and discovering that life — even when it goes wildly off-script — can still surprise you.
thin girls don't eat cake
Love stories don't always go to plan
Some women eat their feelings.
Olivia Merrifield has practically made it an art form.
After being dumped because her bottom resembles an unpeeled orange, Olivia Merrifield is done. Done with men, done with dating, and absolutely, categorically done with caring what anyone thinks.
She's also done approximately three bags of peppermint slice since Tuesday.
Since finishing her degree, the road has become rocky for Olivia. Her longing for a baby led to an unhealthy relationship with cake. Her inability to choose a boyfriend who’s not married, weird or a player gave her self-esteem a swift kick to the kerb. Moving back to her hometown of Merrifield didn't help either. Her friends are playing happy families and her mother is on her case — when she’s not joining a Kama Sutra yoga class or taking a younger lover, that is. Deciding it’s time to make over her life, Olivia embarks on a health journey.
Then Cole Anderson moves to town and opens a cupcake shop directly across the street.
He's warm, sensible, and genuinely good with babies. He's also grieving, guarded, and being followed by journalists who won't leave him alone.
Cole isn't looking for anyone. Neither is Livvy.
Neither of them is particularly convincing about it.
Funny, warm and completely life-affirming — for anyone who's ever found comfort in all the wrong places.
Learning to love yourself is the hardest recipe of all.