Spray Painted Bananas is a romantic comedy about Amber, a broke temp working in a catering firm in London, who after one too many evenings scrounging free wine from wacky art gallery openings with her best friend Farrell, decides there’s no reason she can’t become a conceptual artist herself. A chance meeting with the wealthy, young art curator, Elliott Frinton-Smith, sets things off in a desirable direction. Now all Amber needs is a brilliant idea to grab the attention of the nation. Spray Painted Bananas explores love and ambition with the touch of the absurd and plenty of bananas. It is OUT NOW published under the title THE TEMP by Harper Collins.

You can sell drugs, you can sell secrets, you can even sell your soul. If they are willing to buy it, are you willing to sell it? The answer is usually yes, at least for Jesse. He's bad. He'll take pieces of her to complete himself. She's horrible, for different reasons. They are a storm together that no one can stop. Their relationship can only end badly. Jesse is nightmare wrapped up in a pretty package. He is no good but she already knows it. He's bad for her but she's even worse for him. He uses any excuse to break each and any law at any given moment. Dealing with his own tragedies, he finds the perfect partner to create chaos with and heal himself. Even if she pays for it in the end.

Her entire life, Skylar has been Home Schooled. Thanks to two overbearing parents and a misfit brother, she has never really been afforded the opportunity to discover just who she is. For the first time at the age of 17 she steps into the jungle of Radley High, and begins to understand the adventures of public school. If she really wanted to attend school here, then why does she feel like she doesn’t fit in? And why does Kit Hammond make her feel like a shooting star… alive and on fire, ready for life to happen.

It was pity that first made Dannie speak to him. She had known Ryan since she was a kid, but he had always been the popular Golden Boy, and she had always been the tomboy that didn’t mind not having any friends. It was odd, she had thought, that all the popular kids who had once kissed the ground he walked on, didn’t so much spared him a glance anymore, and it was this that made her sit with him that one faithful day and begin something that would only end up causing her pain.