New release…Love All of Me


Dear friends,

I hope you enjoy the first chapter from my upcoming new release, Love All of Me.

This story was inspired by the tragic events of December 2019 when the volcano on White Island, in New Zealand erupted. At the time of writing, the eruption took the lives of 16 people and injured 30, most critically with life-threatening burns.

I read about a young man (aged only nineteen) who not only was severely burned but awoke from his induced coma to learn that his entire family had died.

I wondered, what would it be like to be a survivor? What if you felt you had no right to live, let alone love again? What if you were wracked with survivor’s guilt?  What if your scars weren’t just on the outside but buried deep within?

What and who would it take to heal such traumatic scars?

The story was also inspired by my father, G.W. Gaisford who discovered a miraculous way to help heal deep burns using an emulsion created in part from bees honey. I’m proud to say that my father cured so many people who would otherwise have been left with disfiguring scars.

I wondered, what if my heroine wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps and as a result founded a honey empire.

Where I live the manuka flower attracts many bees and a great many successful companies have been founded here. It astounds me how clever, and vital to life, bees are.

I wrote my first draft in the notes section of my iPhone as news of the fatal volcanic eruption on White Island unfolded.

Below is the blurb and the first chapter.



An unexpected lover…

After surviving a horrific accident Daisy Miller is plagued by guilt. Hiding both her mental and physical scars, she shuns love and escapes into work—finding meaning and purpose in running her global manuka honey empire.

Beautiful and smart, when Gianni Romano demands she sell the business to him, her passions are inflamed. How dare he think he can buy the only thing that gives her a reason to live?

Gianni Romano has ventured to New Zealand by the one thing he’d love to escape: family The Romano fortune and name has followed him wherever he goes. But that only made the headstrong Italian more determined to strike out on his own. Now he’s on the cusp of achieving world acclaim.

 Only one woman stands in his way—Daisy Miller and her refusal to submit to his demands. The spark they have is more than a Sicilian sunset, but when emotions run deep and lives are on the line will mixing business with pleasure be the bedrock for a lifelong love? Or will it all explode like an angry volcano?

Love Me As I Am is a clean romance, brimming with the promise of a happily ever after. Set in The Bay of Islands, New Zealand—one of the most beautiful, unspoiled, sensuous places in the world.




“I never thought it would happen to me.”

Daisy Miller looked down at the frenzied crayon scrawls the art therapist Issy Riley had asked her to draw. Issy’s instructions were simple, to create what she felt.

There it was on the page all those memories Daisy thought she had talked through until she was bruised and blue; all those toxic thoughts that she thought she had healed; all those terrifying traumas she thought she had pushed so far to the back of mind they had exploded through.

Daisy rubbed her hand below her abdomen feeling the puckered ridge of the scars and skin grafts she covered up and hid from the rest of the world. Physical scars she hid from view, not unlike the way she tried to hide her mental scars.

It had been a year since that fatal day that detonated her happiness. For nearly 12-months she had troughed on a brave face of self-reliance and independence and nonchalance.

But now it was a week before Christmas and everything erupted to the surface until she was so terrified of the consequences she reached out for help.

Daisy studied the black sooty image, forged with thick crayoned blazes of black and frenzied scribbles of grey and grimaced. She lifted her hand to the thick fringe of flame-coloured hair, and pressed it down against her forehead, feeling as she did so the indentations and scars caused by flying volcanic rock.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” Daisy’s voice was thick with conviction and intensity. Her mood had changed since entering the therapist’s room, and she was at once furtively angry and coolly clear in her certainty that mining her emotions was a big mistake.

“Use a new page if you like,” Issy said, her tone was compassionate and kind and Daisy instantly trusted her. She’d worked with a great number of therapists since the accident and not one of them seemed to truly care. And she liked that Issy was unconventional. She sensed she was a nonconformist, an outsider, just like Daisy.

“Feel free to edit, “ Issy handed Daisy a pair of scissors. “Cut out anything that you don’t like—anything that you want,” Issy said changing her words, as though being careful not to lead her too much or direct where Daisy’s subconscious wanted to go.

Daisy looked at the pad of paper balanced on a board on her knees and tore off a sheet of paper. She grabbed the glue stick Issy handed her and pasted it over her memories, then slapped the fresh page down.

Blank. That’s what she felt.

Blank, she affirmed silently as her gaze sunk into the white void. Just like there was a big blank in her life where her family used to be.

“How do you feel?”

“Better,” Daisy lied. She clenched her fist and forced it to the page and rubbed it back and forth in vigorous sweeps over the paper.  She knew she should confide in the therapist but the truth was she didn’t want to lift the lid off the emotions she strove so hard to suppress.

She didn’t want to tell Issy ‘I feel nothing, and that’s how I want it,’ because she feared just like White Island erupted that awful day, that once her feelings erupted it would be fatal.

Every semblance of her life that she had scraped together hung by a tiny worn thread. Every tiny little morsel of the reason why she kept on living was reduced to dry crumbs. Every tear she stuffed down threatened to hurl itself onto the page. And she was terrified and terrorized and traumatized that once she lifted the lid on the guilt that consumed every waking moment would explode. Because all she wanted to die.

Daisy glanced at the clock on the therapist’s wall.  Three minutes to three. Three her lucky number. Or, rather it had been. Three minutes more until her session would be over.

Thank God.

She was stupid to think that this would change anything, but she wanted to try. Didn’t she owe it to Zac? Didn’t she owe it to her dad? She was sick of living like this. Unable to feel. Dead from the heart down, permanently scarred and terrified of the dark thoughts that permeated her mind like the sulfurous gas and toxic fumes that killed so many that hateful day.

She clenched her eyes as the video footage of the burns many victims suffered replayed in her mind. No. Her parents had died from the fumes, she silently affirmed, not wanting to think the worse.

“It’s okay to cry,” Issy said,  handing her a tissue. “You can’t always be stoic. Tears are healing.”

Daisy shook her head. She didn’t want to find out. “I’m fine,” she said. I am a rock.

“Why did you come here?”

Daisy shrugged. “I thought coming back to New Zealand would be therapeutic. You know sort of like face the fear and—”

She bit her lip. That was the problem. She had faced the fear. It had been her idea. Her whole family, at Daisy’s insistence, had faced the fear and look where it got them.


Issy looked at her sympathetically.

Daisy turned away. She didn’t want sympathy. She didn’t want kindness. And she most definitely didn’t want people worrying about her. She had a hard enough job worrying about herself without getting stuck in her old paradigm of worrying for everyone else.

The truth was if she’d done a better job worrying for everyone else she wouldn’t have nagged her family to go on the volcanic excursion.

She blamed herself and no amount of therapy was ever going to change the facts.

Christmas last year her mom dad and brother—her whole family—died. She had killed them. And on that day she swore she would never love anyone again.

“I’m sorry, but I have another client. Are you okay if we leave things there for today?”

Daisy nodded. “Sure.”

“Same time next week?”

“Yes, Same time next week is perfect,” she lied.  She wouldn’t be coming back. Ever. Without her family what was the point in living?


Soooooo…..who will be the man that will heal Daisy’s wounds and inspire her to love life again?


Find out Love All of Me.


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P.S. I hope you enjoy meeting Issy Riley again, The art therapist you met in  The Italian Billionaire’s Christmas Bride.


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About The Passionate Pen

The creator of the Passionate Pen has an intense passion for passion in all its guises. She is an author, artist, and photographer who believes in the power of passion and creativity to transform peoples lives.
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