With lockdowns everywhere, many are feeling trapped and depressed. I think that we could all do with an activity that takes us somewhere beautiful, where we vicariously participate in a heart-pumping adventure, perhaps across shark infested waters and deep into critter-ridden bushland.
If you’d like to come with me on this journey, I suggest picking up a copy of Nonsense in the North.
This is the last book in the Northern Rivers series and I had such fun writing it. Charlotte and Scott have quite a few hurdles to overcome.
‘So what kinda trouble did Charlotte get into this time?’ you ask. Well, Ms Wyatt is 100% doing the rescuing in this instalment and needs to draw on all the knowledge, contacts and tenacity she’s developed since she left Australian shores to collect that bottle with a message inside.
The story starts in Port Vila, Vanuatu and quickly moves to beautiful Queensland, Australia.
A too-good-to-be-true sailing trip results in Scott’s disappearance from waters near Hamilton Island. Now considered by police to be an integral part of an international drug smuggling operation, Charlotte relies on a sympathetic police officer and an aboriginal tracker named ‘Nonsense’ to travel deep into Cape Conway, to disrupt a drug exchange and to find her Scott, improving their chances of a happily-ever-after. All the while helping plan her best friend Miranda’s wedding to Mason.
Pick up your serve of escapism here. It’s a feel good story, with a distinctive Crocodile Dundee flavour.
