Personal Files

And the countdown begins

I have a date. I have a cover. I have a blurb.

So maybe, just maybe, it’s time to share 🙂

A Love Worth Saving, the third installment in my Nights at St Mary’s series will be available from your favourite e-store on…

22 JULY

It’s gonna look like this:

And here’s a hint of the story:

Have you taken a night shift at St Mary’s yet?

Ana Reed has been offered her perfect job – managing a new portable diagnostic sleep service. The only problem: it means working with Dr Brad Lewis, the only man she’s ever loved, and the one man she can never keep.

Brad has always loved Ana, but when he’s around her, he’s constantly reminded of a past he desperately needs to forget. However, he knows Ana is good at her job, and he refuses to stand in the way of her passions. So he will put aside the past, so that she can have her future. After all, they are both professionals, both adults, and their patients have to come first. Surely they can work together without their shared history

Mark the date guys, and get the tissues ready for Brad & Ana’s emotional roller coaster is about to begin.

Are you doing it right?

Yes, I’m going there. And I’m sorry in advance, but I have to have a bit of a rant because the universe seems to be beating me over the head at the moment with a concept that just doesn’t sit right.

Apparently, apparently¸ life ends after marriage. Or, more specifically, a couple’s sex life ends once they have children and settle into the routine of raising them.

Really?

Truly?!

Noooo!!! Say it isn’t so!

But it must be true. The movie makers say it’s so. And the authors agree. Nobody has time for sex once they have kids. That’s why sexy internet chat rooms have become so popular and the divorce rate is so high.

There’s even scientific evidence to support pop culture’s theories. A quick Google search shows many psychological studies and surveys that point to the same conclusion. Parents with young children have less sex than before they had children. And even worse, parents of teenagers have even less sex.

Aaarggh! We’re all doomed. Turns out you don’t need condoms once you have kids, they are contraception enough.

But hang on, that can’t quite be right. Otherwise, how do people have more than one kid? Is everyone having immaculate conceptions? Or maybe they are so supremely fertile once they’ve popped one out that just a hint of sperm once a year is enough to fertilise an egg?

Or maybe, just maybe, pop culture is wrong.

Maybe even some of these scientists are wrong.

See, there’s a myth I’ve heard lately. A rumour circulating amongst some marrieds that flies in the face of this prevailing pop culture belief.

I’ve actually heard it said that life after children is better.

No! It can’t be true, you say.

But they do.

Oh, they must be talking about the experience of parenthood.

But they’re not.

There’s no doubting that the experience of parenthood expands your life exponentially, but these rumours I hear aren’t about that. These rumours I hear are about sex. Specifically, that sex can get better after kids.

Shock! Gasp!

Seriously.

Seriously?

Children = better sex.

But think about it. Relationships often deepen when two people share the experience of parenthood (and I’m not talking solely about biological parenthood – the same concept applies to step-parenthood). A natural part of that deepening relationship is going to be expressed during sex. And although you can’t have sex anytime you want anymore, because, well, there are kids around; that can actually add to the experience.

Pretend for a moment that you are on a diet. Say you have restricted your chocolate intake to one treat at night time. How much do you look forward to that treat? How much do you think about it during the day? And just how good is it once you finally sink your teeth into all that sugary confection?

That is what sex after kids is like.

If it’s not… well, maybe you’re not doing it right.

XX Amanda

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Amanda Canham writes romance and speculative fiction. You can find out more about her light, heart-warming medical romance series here.

A brand new blog style

Ooh, I’m just a little excited to let you all know that I’m starting a brand new blog series tonight. In fact, this week (if all goes to plan) I will be launching three, yes three new blog series this week. My aim (possibly overly ambitious but there’s nothing like aiming high) is to blog three times a week, one for each series.

Wanna know what the blogs are all about?

Series 1: The Sleep Files.

In this set of blogs, I’ll talk all things sleep related – from different sleep disorders, treatments, elements and functions of different stages of sleep and so forth. If you have any burning sleep related questions, or a topic you’d like me to cover, send them through.

Series 2: The Book Files.

In this set of blogs, I’ll be talking about all things book related. This will include any issues I encounter from a writer’s perspective or a reader’s perspective, and of course (because any good book blog needs to) I’ll chat about my favourite authors and recommend the books that keep me up all night.

Don’t swing by looking for any nasty or low scoring reviews, though. As a writer, I know how painful they can be. If I don’t like a book, I won’t be mentioning it here.

Series 3: The Personal Files

This series will be similar in style to the blogs I’ve been doing to date. Rather than focusing solely on issues related to romance, I’ll be touching on any and every topic that comes to mind with the same quirky wit you’ve come to love 😉

Alright, I better wrap this up so I can load up the very first Sleep File!

Don’t forget to hit the follow button if you like the sound of these series, so you can be notified each time I blog.

XX Amanda

Amanda Canham is a sleep scientist by trade, a mother by heart, and blogs for fun. She has published a series of sensual sleep medicine romance novels that you can check out here.