October – Paranormal Takeover

It’s officially one of my two favourite months of the year – the second being December. I’m not sure why, but every year when October comes around I get really excited. Maybe it’s the longer, colder evenings, the mass amounts of hot chocolate I consume or perhaps that my birthday happens to fall towards the end of the month. Whatever the cause, I know I get ridiculously happy. And I want to share that with you by tickling your supernatural senses. If you love Paranormal Romance as much as I do, you’ll want to check out this phenomenal giveaway hosted by Pure Textuality PR and Paranormal And Urban Fantasy Book Bargains. There are FOUR Kindle Fires up for grabs PLUS lots more! Head to the rafflecopter link to find out how to enter. Not only could you win a fantastic prize, you might also find a new favourite author. What have you got to lose?

A little while ago I mentioned about putting the Nature’s Destiny series into paperback. For the first time you can officially hold a physical copy of each novel. And though I’m probably biased, I think my cover designer did an excellent job. They’re so beautiful! Check them out down below if you don’t believe meūüėČ If you fancy getting your hands on one, head over to Createspace or Amazon.

As for me, I’m heading into the writing cave. I’ve got a bunch of Nature’s Destiny short stories to complete before I’m buried under my Master’s Degree.
Have a great week, Wolves!

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The Nature’s Destiny Series Is Officially in Paperback!

Series: Nature’s Destiny
Books: Nature’s Destiny, Sapphire’s Divinity, Guardians Dynasty, Warriors Duty
Author: Justine Winter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
My life was changing, morphing into something greater than I could have anticipated. I was becoming something I didn’t recognise as myself anymore. A Werewolf. 
I was different. 
‘Hybrid’ was what they called me, and the weight that rested against that one word was crippling. They depended on me to bring them safety. What made me so special? 
Oh, that’s right. My destiny. 
I was sucked into a world I’d had no idea existed. Twenty-one years as a human, and this was what I found out. 
My travelling plans, my writing degree, all of it was gone within one night. One evil night that robbed my humanity. 
I wasn’t completely sour. Life had been unfair a while ago, only now I’d had something worth fighting for besides myself. Something to live for. 
I was afraid for the others. I couldn’t let them down. I wouldn’t let them down. 
I’d gone to bed a human and woken up a Werewolf. 
A special Werewolf. 
A Hybrid.
I was a hybrid werewolf with a secret destiny shadowed by a prophecy the Ancient Guardians foretold. The same Ancient Guardians that had organised the annual Alpha summit Riley had been summoned to. 

Since Jackson’s demon threat everyone was powered up on overtime at the gym. Train, sweat, repeat. Train, sweat, repeat. 
But all that rage-filled preparation wasn’t enough. We were being targeted by something new, and it didn’t stop there. 
The summit was proving to be my nemesis. Egotistical morons challenged me with threats to the one I loved, and I knew I couldn’t endure a life without Riley. 
Besides all of that, there was one thing I was finally understanding about the supernatural. Nothing was as it seemed. 
Not even me.

I was dying.
Every minute I wasted without a mate, my mind became more volatile. I was unbalanced, stronger than I was capable of handling alone.
Supposedly, I was destined for greatness, but apparently I had to overcome another task first.
A mating.
Riley was my one true love. I was sure. However, that didn’t necessarily mean I was his. Complications, it seemed, were becoming my forte.
Despite my personal problems, the demons emerged, offering little hope and even less mercy. With my mind preoccupied, I wasn’t ready for the attack heading our way.
The pack needed me now more than ever, but the demons were cunning, thwarting my plans and upping the stakes each time.
I was letting them down. We weren’t ready. I wasn’t ready.
Darkness descended on Nature’s Destiny, and sadness was sure to come.
War had begun.

Death. Destruction. Demons.
War was officially declared.
Blade’s rebirth into the world became something we truly weren’t prepared for. And I felt guilty. Blaming myself for not getting to Lara in time.
She was gone. Nature’s Destiny was grieving.
In the midst of our woes the battle was brewing. Incubi kept coming. Hell beasts were slaying. And the demon master was another step closer to winning.
With an army of supernatural beings in my arsenal I was optimistic that we were enough. We had the prophecy and my fortitudo on our side.
Whatever happened there was one thing I knew for certain.
The end had come.

I’ve always lived a life based on my imagination, from hopeless dreams of romance to concocting alternate realities involving supernaturals. I’m completely fascinated with anything hero-related, and often speculate which superpower I’d possess. I haven’t settled on one yet.

I was born in England, and currently reside in Wales, UK. I love to write, and most days you’ll find me happily tapping away at the computer whilst in my pyjama-clad bubble. I also spend my time reading, and if that isn’t enough I’m often in the kitchen baking up a treat.

Good News & Giveaways

The Bank Holiday weekend is here!

I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a pretty darn epic week. Good news hit me on Monday and I’ve been surfing the happy wave since then. Last month I applied to do a MA in Creative Writing due to start this October. I know, several people do the same thing every year. So¬†why¬†is this such a big deal for me? I don’t have a bachelor’s degree.¬†But why should that stop me, right?
The optimist in me hoped every day that I’d get an acceptance letter through the post, but the realist side of my brain knew my chances were slim despite my self-publishing experience. BUT. . .


So please join me in celebrating by entering for a chance to win a handmade Nature’s Destiny inspired bookmark. I’ve recently rewritten the first book of Luna and Riley’s series, and you can still get it for FREE if you haven’t already. Otherwise, just update the version on¬†your device.

More news to come from this and the release of ALL 4 PAPERBACKS in the series soon! Can I get a woop woop?

IMG_3346Here’s what you need to know to enter this giveaway. Follow this¬†rafflecopter link and instructions will await you there. You can even enter every day to increase your chances of success! And, as always, my giveaway is open internationally!

Good luck!

P.S. I made this bad boy!ūüėČ


Secret Project? Tell me more. . .

Happy ¬†1st ¬†July! And ¬†what ¬†a ¬†great ¬†Friday ¬†it’s ¬†going ¬†to ¬†be ¬†because ¬†I ¬†have ¬†a ¬†treat ¬†for ¬†you. ¬†Since ¬†finishing ¬†the ¬†Nature’s ¬†Destiny ¬†series ¬†I’ve ¬†been ¬†asked ¬†what ¬†I’m ¬†working ¬†on ¬†next ¬†and ¬†when ¬†the ¬†bloody ¬†hell ¬†am ¬†I ¬†going ¬†to ¬†release ¬†said ¬†book?

Well,  how  do  we  feel  about  a  first  chapter  reveal  of  my  secret  project  coming  Autumn  2016?

I ¬†don’t ¬†fancy ¬†giving ¬†too ¬†much ¬†away ¬†just ¬†yet ¬†as ¬†I’m ¬†still ¬†in ¬†first ¬†draft ¬†mode, ¬†but ¬†it’s ¬†the ¬†start ¬†of ¬†a ¬†new ¬† paranormal ¬†romance ¬†trilogy ¬†with ¬†the ¬†added ¬†bonus ¬†of ¬†creatures ¬†I ¬†haven’t ¬†written ¬†about ¬†before, ¬†plus ¬†a ¬†leading ¬†lady ¬†who ¬†is ¬†incredibly ¬†important. ¬†Of ¬†course. ¬†And ¬†although ¬†I ¬†have ¬†a ¬†title ¬†already ¬†decided, ¬†I’m ¬†going ¬†to ¬†save ¬†it ¬†for the ¬†next ¬†coming ¬†weeks, ¬†when ¬†I ¬†have ¬†some ¬†more ¬†to ¬†share.

For  now,  I  hope  this  first  chapter  whets  your  appetite.  Enjoy!

*First draft. Content subject to change. Unedited.*


‚ÄúAre¬† you¬† ready,¬† Tiss?¬† Just¬† like¬† the¬† book¬† says.¬† Straight¬† down¬† the¬† mountain,¬† one¬† full¬† turn,¬† and¬† back¬† up.¬† Sounds¬† simple¬† enough.¬† Just¬† gotta¬† try¬† and¬† see¬† through¬† the¬† thick¬† layer¬† of¬† fog¬† first,‚Ä̬† I¬† add.¬†

He¬† ‚Äėhmphs‚Äô¬† at¬† me,¬† blowing¬† smoke¬† out¬† of¬† his¬† nostrils.¬† I¬† leap¬† onto¬† his¬† back,¬† sitting¬† as¬† comfortably¬† as¬† I¬† can¬† between¬† the¬† large¬† red¬† spikes¬† adorning¬† his¬† spine.

‚ÄúAnd¬† whatever¬† you¬† do,¬† don‚Äôt¬† drop¬† me!‚Ä̬† I¬† wouldn‚Äôt¬† die,¬† but¬† it¬† sure¬† would ¬†hurt¬† like¬† hell.

Fortissimus  jumps  off  of  the  top  of  the  highest  mountain  in  Terra  Regnum,  gliding  through  clouds  of  mist  at  a  fast  pace.  We  fly  as  one  being  as  I  entrust  my  faith  wholeheartedly  in  my  dearest  friend.  

Even  with  my  heightened  vision,  I  struggle  to  see  through  the  dense  precipitation  as  the  wind  pushes  against  my  face,  forcing  me  to  lean  backwards.

Tiss  spreads  his  large  wings,  gaining  speed  as  the  ground  draws  near.  He  flaps  harder,  pushing  the  limits.

‚ÄúTiss. . .‚Ä̬† I¬† warn,¬† seeing¬† the¬† speckles¬† of¬† rubble¬† a¬† short¬† distance¬† ahead.¬†

He  doesn’t  slow  down.

We’re  getting  closer.



He  turns,  changes  direction,  and  heads  back  up  the  mountain  as  I  try  to  swallow  my  heart.  My  fingers  cramp,  realising  I’ve  been  gripping  on  to  him  with  more  force  than  I thought. 

Bloody  rascal,  tormenting  me.

‚ÄúLet‚Äôs¬† go¬† home.¬† We‚Äôll¬† talk¬† about¬† your¬† disobedience¬† then,‚Ä̬† I¬† scorn,¬† sitting¬† back¬† a¬† little¬† more¬† relaxed.¬†

We  fly  by  many  snow  covered  mountains,  all  quiet  of  life.  It’s  peaceful,  tranquil  as  the  sun  peeks  through  the  clouds that  are  soon  to  bring  nightfall.

The  temperature  continues  to  drop  though  it  doesn’t  affect  me,  and  frost  covers  the  woodland  near  my  home. 

Tiss  takes  one  large  sweep  around  the  dungeon,  landing  gently  on  the  snow.  I  slide  down,  my  dress  falls  to  my  feet  and  trails  across  the  white  ground  as  I  turn  my  attention  to  my  naughty  dragon.

He  bows  his  head  the  second  we  come  face  to  face,  drooping  his  eyes  as  if  in  apology.  It’s  almost  enough  to  make  me  melt  with  forgiveness.

I¬† sigh.¬† ‚ÄúListen, ¬†you¬† know¬† I¬† like¬† to¬† have¬† fun¬† too,¬† but¬† we¬† need¬† to¬† keep¬† our¬† training¬† on¬† top¬† form.‚Ä̬† I¬† run¬† my¬† hand¬† over¬† his¬† scarred¬† lip,¬† knowing¬† it‚Äôs¬† identical¬† to¬† mine.¬† Over¬† time¬† it‚Äôs¬† faded,¬† but¬† I¬† still¬† remember¬† the¬† slicing¬† of¬† the¬† blade¬† cutting¬† from¬† the¬† right¬† of¬† my¬† top¬† lip¬† to¬† my¬† chin.¬† Fortissimus¬† had¬† been¬† struck¬† by¬† the¬† same¬† blow.¬† ‚ÄúWe¬† can‚Äôt¬† slip¬† up¬† again.‚ÄĚ

Though  he  cannot  talk  I  know  he  understands,  I  can  sense  his  essence  within  me.  He  is,  and  always  has  been,  a  part  of  me.  In  many  ways  we  are  connected.

His¬† large¬† tongue¬† licks¬† my¬† face,¬† catching¬† me¬† unawares.¬† ‚ÄúTiss!¬† That‚Äôs¬† disgusting,‚Ä̬† I¬† groan,¬† using¬† my¬† dress¬† to¬† wipe¬† the¬† slobber¬† dripping¬† off¬† of¬† me.¬† His¬† tail ¬†thumps¬† loudly¬† on¬† the¬† ground,¬† and¬† he¬† snorts¬† almost¬† as¬† if¬† he‚Äôs¬† laughing¬† at¬† me.

‚ÄúOh,¬† so¬† that‚Äôs¬† how¬† it‚Äôs¬† gonna¬† be,¬† huh?‚Ä̬† I¬† tickle¬† his¬† neck,¬† back,¬† legs¬† and¬† tail,¬† moving¬† fast¬† enough¬† until¬† it¬† drives¬† him¬† crazy.¬† ‚ÄúDo¬† you¬† concede?‚Ä̬† I¬† cross¬† my¬† arms.

He  blows  a  puff  of  smoke  in  my  face.

‚ÄúI¬† thought¬† so,‚Ä̬† I¬† smirk,¬† turning¬† towards¬† my¬† home.¬† As¬† the¬† only¬† vampire/werewolf¬† hybrid¬† in¬† all¬† of¬† Imperium¬† I¬† live¬† alone¬† in¬† the¬† dungeon¬† I¬† carved¬† deep¬† into¬† the ¬†mountains¬† with¬† my¬† dragon.¬† Over¬† the¬† eons¬† I‚Äôve¬† embellished¬† on¬† its¬† natural¬† formation,¬† though¬† fire¬† is¬† my¬† only¬† light¬† source.¬† I¬† prefer¬† it¬† that¬† way.¬† Darkness¬† will¬† always¬† be¬† my¬† ally.

Tiss¬† follows¬† in¬† behind¬† me,¬† pushing¬† his¬† ever-growing¬† size¬† through¬† the¬† fire-lit¬† doorway.¬† ‚ÄúIs¬† your¬† bum¬† getting¬† too¬† big,¬† Tiss?‚ÄĚ

He  nudges  me  forward  with  his  nose,  grumbling  to  himself  when  the  mountain  begins  to  shake.  The  ground  vibrates  rapidly  beneath  my  feet.  Dust  falls  from  the  crevices  above.  The  flame  torches  burn  out.

Tiss  pulls  me  into  him  with  his  large  claws,  protecting  me  just  as  I  unsheathe  my  sword  in  preparation.  The  cavernous  walls  tremble  erratically. 

My  body  hums  with  electricity  as  though  the  vibrations  are  passing  through  me.  My  skin  tingles  with  awareness  as  two  white  balls  glow  up  ahead.  What  is that?

They  hover  in  the  darkness,  moving  towards  us.  I  take  my  stance,  sword  forward.  I  feel  Tiss  tense  behind  me.  He’s  ready,  too.

The  circles  of  light  stop,  expanding  into  two  large  doorways  where  the  holograms  of  two  male  faces  appear.

I  relax  my  sword,  realising  this  isn’t  a  threat,  it’s  a  calling.

To  my  left,  a  man  sits  on  his  underwater  throne,  his  long  black  hair  flowing  around  him.  His  head  is  adorned  with  a  gold  crown,  and  his  ironically  sun-kissed  skin  gleams.

To  my  right,  crimson  eyes  glare  at  me.  He  stands  tall  in  his  usual  unnecessary  armour  that  covers  fine,  ebony  skin.  A  crown  of  rubies  adorns  his  black  and  white  dreadlocked  hair  whilst  he  holds  a  staff.  Also  unnecessary. 

They  are  King  Asa,  and  King  Zuriel,  ruler  of  Mare  Regnum  and  Terra  Regnum  respectively.

‚ÄúWhy¬† am¬† I¬† being¬† summonsed?‚Ä̬† I¬† project¬† my¬† voice,¬† enforcing¬† my¬† power.

‚ÄúOur¬† law¬† has¬† been¬† broken.¬† Rebel¬† creatures¬† are¬† fleeing¬† Imperium. . .‚ÄĚ

‚ÄúWe¬† cannot¬† risk¬† the¬† humans¬† on¬† Earth¬† knowing¬† about¬† us.¬† The¬† barrier¬† between¬† our¬† worlds¬† is¬† far¬† too¬† fragile¬† to¬† endure¬† this,‚ÄĚ King¬† Asa,¬† the¬† hologram¬† to¬† my¬† left,¬† finishes¬† King¬† Zuriel‚Äôs¬† sentence.

‚ÄúOur¬† worlds¬† cannot¬† co-exist.¬† You¬† know¬† this¬† more¬† than¬† anyone.¬† The¬† humans¬† are¬† unforgiving¬† to¬† our¬† kind.‚Ä̬† Zuriel¬† continues,¬† ‚ÄúWe‚Äôve¬† tried¬† keeping¬† the¬† peace,¬† but¬† our¬† kingdoms¬† are¬† becoming¬† rowdy.‚ÄĚ

I  listen  to  their  speeches,  plainly  seeing  their  desperation. 

‚ÄúIf¬† we‚Äôre¬† to¬† reign¬† in¬† those¬† who ¬†remain¬† under¬† our¬† authority,¬† then¬† it‚Äôs¬† time¬† for¬† real¬† action.‚ÄĚ

I  nod,  understanding.

‚ÄúWe‚Äôve¬† broken¬† the¬† necessary¬† seals.¬† The¬† veil¬† separating¬† us¬† will¬† release.¬† Do¬† you¬† accept¬† your¬† duty,¬† Oxsana?‚Ä̬† King¬† Asa¬† asks,¬† crossing¬† his¬† large¬† arms¬† across¬† his¬† bare,¬† muscular¬† chest.

Tiss  pounds  his  claws  behind  me,  acknowledging  our  fate.

‚ÄúI¬† do.‚ÄĚ

‚ÄúFind¬† the¬† rebel¬† creatures¬† on¬† Earth,‚Ä̬† Zuriel¬† demands.

‚ÄúImperium¬† needs¬† you,¬† Dragonman¬† of¬† War.‚ÄĚ

P.S. Her Life Expired – Part Nine

“We’ve ¬†got ¬†another ¬†one.” ¬†I ¬†hang ¬†up ¬†the ¬†phone, ¬†motioning ¬†to ¬†Wells ¬†to ¬†get ¬†moving.

“Where ¬†are ¬†we ¬†headed?” ¬†She ¬†asks, ¬†her ¬†tone ¬†implies ¬†she’s ¬†not ¬†too ¬†surprised. ¬†I ¬†can’t ¬†blame ¬†her. ¬†In ¬†this ¬†business ¬†we ¬†dub ¬†them ¬†serial ¬†killers ¬†for ¬†a ¬†reason.

“The ¬†front ¬†of ¬†the ¬†building.”

“What?!” ¬†This ¬†time ¬†her ¬†eyebrows ¬†raise, ¬†her ¬†lips ¬†part ¬†in ¬†shock.

“You ¬†heard ¬†me. ¬†We ¬†got ¬†a ¬†body ¬†dumped ¬†right ¬†on ¬†our ¬†front ¬†door. ¬†Looks ¬†like ¬†our ¬†guy’s ¬†getting ¬†cocky.”

“Then ¬†let’s ¬†hope ¬†he’s ¬†slipped ¬†up ¬†this ¬†time.”

The  elevator  ride  to  the  ground  floor  is  agonisingly  slow,  and  once  the  doors  open  I  rush  out  into  the  main  foyer,  ignoring  the  voices  calling  my  way  and  head  for  the  exit  with  Wells  at  my  side.

“Well, ¬†I ¬†think ¬†we ¬†can ¬†safely ¬†agree ¬†this ¬†killer ¬†is ¬† definitely ¬†efficient.”

“Did ¬†anyone ¬†see ¬†what ¬†happened?” ¬†I ¬†call ¬†out ¬†to ¬†the ¬†uniformed ¬†officers ¬†standing ¬†nearby, ¬†all ¬†shake ¬†their ¬†heads ¬†in ¬†return.

“Come ¬†on!” ¬†I ¬†exhale ¬†loudly. ¬†“You ¬†telling ¬†me ¬†this ¬†victim ¬†brought ¬†themselves ¬†here?”

My  question  is  met  by  even  more  blank  faces.

“Dean, ¬†we ¬†can ¬†check ¬†the ¬†CCTV ¬†later. ¬†How ¬†far ¬†away ¬†is ¬†the ¬†coroner?” ¬†Wells ¬†asks.

“Ten ¬†minutes. ¬†Dr. ¬†White’s ¬†on ¬†her ¬†way,” ¬† a ¬†rookie ¬†answers.

I ¬†stare ¬†at ¬†the ¬†scene, ¬†watching ¬†patrolmen ¬†pull ¬†the ¬†yellow ¬†tape ¬†around ¬†the ¬†brick ¬†building, ¬†warning ¬†all ¬†pedestrians ¬†away. ¬†Not ¬†that ¬†they’d ¬†be ¬†able ¬†to ¬†see ¬†much. ¬†Our ¬†poor ¬†victim’s ¬†been ¬†wrapped ¬†up ¬†in ¬†white ¬†bin ¬†bags ¬†with ¬†silver ¬†duck ¬†tape ¬†around ¬†her ¬†arms ¬†and ¬†torso, ¬†as ¬†well ¬†as ¬†her ¬†feet. ¬†Her ¬†face ¬†is ¬†visible ¬†through ¬†a ¬†strategically ¬†cut ¬†hole ¬†in ¬†the ¬†bag, ¬†and ¬†it’s ¬†there ¬†the ¬†signs ¬†of ¬†death ¬†are ¬†obvious. ¬†Her ¬†eyes ¬†no ¬†longer ¬†hold ¬†life, ¬†glossed ¬†over ¬†with ¬†the ¬†last ¬†thing ¬†she ¬†ever ¬†saw. ¬†Her ¬†skin ¬†is ¬†white ¬†now ¬†that ¬†her ¬†heart ¬†no ¬†longer ¬†pumps ¬†blood ¬†around ¬†her ¬†body. ¬†And ¬†then ¬†there ¬†are ¬†her ¬†lips, ¬†firmly ¬†pressed ¬†together ¬†by ¬†ugly, ¬†black-threaded ¬†stitches.

“Son ¬†of ¬†a ¬†bitch. ¬†What ¬†has ¬†he ¬†done ¬†to ¬†you?”

Death is a fearful thing.
– William Shakespeare

Catch up on all parts here.

P.S. Her Life Expired – Part Eight

The ¬†police ¬†don’t ¬†know ¬†anything. ¬†I’m ¬†too ¬†meticulous ¬†in ¬†my ¬†plans. ¬†The ¬†days ¬†of ¬†observation. ¬†The ¬†nights ¬†of ¬†preparation. ¬†Actionable ¬†moments ¬†pinpointed ¬†to ¬†the ¬†absolute ¬†second. ¬†Every ¬†bit ¬†of ¬†information ¬†I ¬†gather ¬†is ¬†important. ¬†It ¬†keeps ¬†me ¬†out ¬†of ¬†cuffs. ¬†Enables ¬†me ¬†to ¬†continue ¬†the ¬†world’s ¬†work.

Where ¬†would ¬†I ¬†be ¬†if ¬†it ¬†weren’t ¬†for ¬†my ¬†intelligence?

With ¬†my ¬†sculpted ¬†body ¬†and ¬†perfectly ¬†chiseled ¬† face, ¬†I’m ¬†an ¬†inmate’s ¬†wet ¬†dream. ¬†My ¬†arsehole ¬†would ¬†forever ¬†resemble ¬†Japan’s ¬†flag. ¬†However, ¬†I ¬†know ¬†I ¬†don’t ¬†have ¬†anything ¬†to ¬†worry ¬†about. ¬†I’ve ¬†never ¬†encountered ¬†such ¬†stupid ¬†detectives ¬†before. ¬†Dean ¬†and ¬†Wells, ¬†dressed ¬†up ¬†in ¬†suits ¬†with ¬†clueless ¬†faces ¬†spread ¬†out ¬†on ¬†the ¬†front ¬†page ¬†of ¬†all ¬†newspapers ¬†across ¬†every ¬†stand ¬†in ¬†the ¬†city.

It’s ¬†laughable.

I’ve ¬†stood ¬†before ¬†them. ¬†Taunted ¬†them ¬†with ¬†messages. ¬†Yet ¬†here ¬†I ¬†am, ¬†again, ¬†outside ¬†their ¬†command ¬†central ¬†practically ¬†tempting ¬†fate. ¬†I’ve ¬†all ¬†but ¬†handed ¬†myself ¬†over ¬†to ¬†them. ¬†But ¬†let’s ¬†not ¬†get ¬†too ¬†hasty. ¬†I’m ¬†not ¬†ready ¬†to ¬†be ¬†a ¬†butt ¬†monkey, ¬†but ¬†I’m ¬†certain ¬†they’ll ¬†appreciate ¬†today’s ¬†present.

Perhaps ¬†this ¬†time ¬†Dean ¬†and ¬†Wells ¬†can ¬†figure ¬†me ¬†out. ¬†If ¬†not, ¬†I’ll ¬†continue ¬†doing ¬†Death’s ¬†work. ¬†There’s ¬†definitely ¬†an ¬†endless ¬†supply ¬†of ¬†it ¬†nowadays.

Boldness be my friend.
– William Shakespeare

New to this crime fiction feature? Catch up here.

Chocolate Heaven Cupcakes


I ¬†know, ¬†you’re ¬†probably ¬†looking ¬†at ¬†this ¬†post ¬†and ¬†thinking ¬†what’s ¬†it ¬†got ¬†to ¬†do ¬†with ¬†my ¬†writing ¬†considering ¬†that’s ¬†what ¬†I ¬†generally ¬†post ¬†about ¬†on ¬†here. ¬†But, ¬†before ¬†I ¬†became ¬†an ¬†author ¬†I ¬†had ¬†my ¬†own ¬†cake ¬†business, ¬†making ¬†lots ¬†of ¬†tasty ¬†treats ¬†like ¬†the ¬†picture ¬†above.

Late ¬†last ¬†night ¬†I’d ¬†been ¬†asked ¬†to ¬†make ¬†these ¬†beauties, ¬†and ¬†after ¬†uploading ¬†this ¬†photo ¬†to ¬†social ¬†media, ¬†requests ¬†for ¬†the ¬†recipe ¬†came ¬†filtering ¬†in. ¬†So ¬†I’m ¬†sharing ¬†my ¬†secrets ¬†to ¬†a ¬†chocoholics ¬†dream.

This ¬†recipe ¬†makes ¬†12 ¬†cupcakes, ¬†16 ¬†if ¬†you’re ¬†lucky.

Cake Batter:                                                                                           Buttercream:
200g  Margarine                                                                                   100g  Unsalted  Butter
200g  Caster  Sugar                                                                              100g  Dark  Chocolate
4  Eggs                                                                                                   1tsp Vanilla Extract
1tsp Vanilla Extract                                                                               350g  Icing  Sugar
100g  Dark  Chocolate                                                                          Pinch  of  Salt
50g  Cocoa  Powder                                                                              Milk
160g  Self-Raising  Flour
1tsp  Baking  Powder
100g  Dark  Chocolate  Chips

Preheat the oven to 180¬įC/Gas Mark 4. Line a 12-hole muffin tin with cases.

Place the margarine and caster sugar into a bowl and beat until light and fluffy. Add in the eggs one at a time and mix well, adding the vanilla extract. In a separate bowl, melt the dark chocolate and add to the egg mixture. At this point, you’ll want to bathe in the chocolate river. Please try to resist. Sift in the self-raising flour, baking powder, and ¬†cocoa, leaving a little of the flour behind. Slightly mix it together – you don’t need to go crazy here. Over-mixing flour makes the batter dense once it’s cooked, and we haven’t finished adding our ingredients. Go easy! Put the dark chocolate chips in with the leftover flour (it only needs to be a tablespoon or two) and make sure those chips are covered in the flour mix. This stops the chocolate chips from sinking to the bottom of the cake when they cook. Handy little tip! Mix the batter until there’s no more dry ingredients (do this with as little mixing as you can, remember dense cakes are heavy!) Using an ice cream scoop, divide the batter into the cases and bake in the oven for 20 minutes, until cooked.

For the buttercream, add the butter into a bowl and mix until softened. Sift in the icing sugar and combine. It might look like breadcrumbs here, but don’t worry – it’s not ruined! Melt the chocolate and add to the icing sugar mixture. Now, it might look like chocolate breadcrumbs. That’s okay. Don’t panic! Add the vanilla extract and milk a teaspoon at a time until it all comes together. The amount of milk you use depends on the consistency you’re looking for. I generally add around 3-5 tsps. depending on how much the icing sugar soaks up. Add a pinch of salt to offset the sweetness. Beat until smooth. Place in a piping bag with your favourite tip and pipe onto cupcakes when they’re cooled! Or, you know, just use a knife and spread it on. It’s your creation after all!

And Voila. Chocolate Heaven.

P.S. You can totally add whatever toppings you fancy – supermarkets have a wide variety of decorations nowadays.