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.
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.
Single mum, hat shop owner, reluctant cancer patient — Sophie was perfectly content with her life until a diagnosis blew it apart and revealed exactly who her real friends weren't. And the man she thought loved her? He has a teeny issue with her altered appearance.
But Sophie's not the giving-up type. She's the full-body-wax-before-major-surgery type. The peroxide-haircut-while-you-still-have-hair type. The my-prosthesis-just-got-felt-up-at-a-party type.
And then there's Dr Jared Hanson. Devastatingly attractive, possibly interested, almost certainly just being professional.
Almost certainly.
Warm, funny and completely life-affirming — for anyone who's ever had to laugh to keep from crying.
One lump. One life. One hell of a second chance.
thin girls don't eat cake
Learning to love yourself is the hardest recipe of all
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.
a little freebie for you
something for new readers
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.