Bethan Cooper spends her days working 8 hours at a well known restaurant and yawning – a lot.
But her vulnerability behind the uniform is her writing, having being obsessed with writing short stories and song lyrics from her teens, she has finally put pen to paper and started a novel.
She is married to the love of her life who she met when she was 17.
So writing romance is a must, especially lots of kissing and hot guys.
With music as an obsession, especially rock music of all types her iTunes is overflowed with inspiration.
Beth in her own words.
At 12, on family holidays it was then I noticed my love for a story. We often went away on holiday and I'd spend each day buried in a novel. It could of been romance, suspense, horror I enjoyed it all.
I went on holiday when I was 15 and read 7 books in two weeks.
I went to the hotel library and found any book and read it.
I even got through the two novels my parents brought.
This is when I started to write. I wrote more at school, developing short stories into long ones, having after school chats with my english teacher about my work.
I had notebooks, scrap pieces of paper on with life quotes and love quotes sprawled across the white sheets.
But like anyone, I never thought I was good enough to even start a novel.
I spent my teens reading, going out with friends, finishing school going to college.
I'm not going to lie, I met my husband when I was seventeen. He asked me to marry him when I was eighteen. We got married on my twentieth birthday.
I moved 250 miles away from my family home at eighteen to live with a boy---eep!
I made such a huge decision and left so much behind. Painful at the time, but time is a great healer and it's now 5 years later.
I work full time as does my husband and we spend each and everyday coming home to each other and loving the way we should.
Our love story is an inspiration for my novel.
It is NOT our story but his love for me blossoms through Ella's love for Luke.
I started Never Say Goodbye in 2012, I left it for a long time and came back to it around October 2012.
The story is rubbed off from my own feelings in my own life.
I have vented a lot of myself into the book, a lot of personal issues that I have had to deal with and a lot of others.
I wanted to write a powerful love story that people could really relate to and understand.
When eighteen year old Ella Stone fell into his arms one July morning she encountered a man who was not only beautiful, but the most caring and loving she had ever met. She is lost in the distance to most and cares about nothing in her life. The only needs she craves is her best friend Jade and her trusty sky blue Ford Mustang.
After losing someone who meant more to her than herself, her whole life changed for the worse.
When Luke James lean, beautiful and rich finds a small girl riddled with torment in his arms he can’t help but want to put out that dark light inside of her.
But when he leaves his high school girlfriend for her, trouble chases them both and the escape tries to break them apart.
On this emotional tormented roller-coaster, we find two people who should of never been introduced, but they are and the inevitable happens, For them both.
This is Book 1 in a 2 book story.
I stare profoundly at the little white pill in front of me and put it on my tongue. Nope still tastes disgusting. I hold my hands to my throat as I gag slightly at it's acidity. Tumbler, water, NOW. I let the water slide down my throat, mouthful after mouthful to erase the foul taste. At least today I remembered.
I run my hands through my hair deciding on how to put it.
Not that it matters. Not that anyone cares.
I frown at myself and decide on a braid. I weave my hair in and out creating a perfect pattern. I stare sadly in the mirror at the girl looking back at me. My black hoody and tight denim jeans do not show who I am. They hide me. My chestnut brown hair matches my pale grey blue eyes and my skin is flawless. It always has been, I've been lucky enough to have never suffered acne. I look down at my wrist and notice a scar has appeared on my arm. I pull my sleeve down conscious of its existence. My cell starts to vibrate, distracting me from the pain and sorrow of my white lines. I pick it up from the side and answer the call. It's Jade, my best and most beautiful friend in the whole wide world. She has the most perfect chocolate brown eyes and rich copper hair. Of course, her body is perfect. She intimidates me. I've lost count of the number of men who beg at her pretty little feet. "Hi Jade, everything okay?" I can sense the distress in my voice. I twist my braid in my hair and smile instantly at her voice. "Yeah babe, just checking you’re still coming to pick me up." Oh shit of course. Today’s Friday and I always pick Jade up. It hasn’t changed since I passed drivers Ed. I check my watch and start to quickly grab my things. I hold the phone to my right ear, holding it with my shoulder. “Yeah um...I won’t be long about half hour?" I say with annoyance. I look down at my jeans and pull hard across so the button matches the buttonhole. Why won't my jeans fasten! Great, now I'm fat. I sigh at the thought. "Okay babe, love you" she says quickly and hangs up. Shit school. Shit.