Friday, 30 September 2016

A Cornish Christmas
by
Lily Graham

**BLOG BLITZ**

Today, I'm hosting a Blog Blitz for this gorgeous Christmas book by Lily Graham which is published today. I love this cover and can't wait to read this! Enjoy an extract.






Nestled in the Cornish village of Cloudsea, sits Sea Cottage – the perfect place for some Christmas magic … At last Ivy is looking forward to Christmas. She and her husband Stuart have moved to their perfect little cottage by the sea - a haven alongside the rugged cliffs that look out to the Atlantic Ocean. She’s pregnant with their much-longed for first baby and for the first time, since the death of her beloved mother, Ivy feels like things are going to be alright. But there is trouble ahead. It soon emerges that Stuart has been keeping secrets from Ivy, and suddenly she misses her mum more than ever. When Ivy stumbles across a letter from her mother hidden in an old writing desk, secrets from the past come hurtling into the present. But could her mother’s words help Ivy in her time of need? Ivy is about to discover that the future is full of unexpected surprises and Christmas at Sea Cottage promises to be one to remember. This Christmas warm your heart and escape to the Cornish coast for an uplifting story of love, secrets and new beginnings that you will remember for many Christmases to come.


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About Lily Graham


Lily has been telling stories since she was a child, starting with her imaginary rabbit, Stephanus, and their adventures in the enchanted peach tree in her garden, which she envisioned as a magical portal to Enid Blyton’s Faraway Tree. She’s never really got out of the habit of making things up, and still thinks of Stephanus rather fondly.
She lives with her husband and her English bulldog, Fudge, and brings her love for the sea and country-living to her fiction.

Sunday, 25 September 2016

**COVER REVEAL**


If Ever I Fall
by
S D Robertson



I can't tell you how excited I am to see this cover! I loved the author's first novel, Time To Say Goodbye (it was one of my top 10 last year) and it did make me grab my tissues on more than one occasion! This novel sounds like it is going to be just as brilliant as the first....I can't wait!



Publishing in eBook and Paperback: 9th February 2017


Is holding on harder than letting go?
Dan’s life has fallen apart at the seams. He’s lost his house, his job, and now he’s going to lose his family too. All he’s ever wanted is to keep them together, but is everything beyond repair?

Maria is drowning in grief. She spends her days writing letters that will never be answered. Nights are spent trying to hold terrible memories at bay, to escape the pain that threatens to engulf her.

Jack wakes up confused and alone. He doesn’t know who he is, how he got there, or why he finds himself on a deserted clifftop, but will piecing together the past leave him a broken man?

In the face of real tragedy, can these three people find a way to reconcile their past with a new future? And is love enough to carry them through?



Friday, 23 September 2016

Casting Off
by
P I Paris
Blog Tour


Today, i'm on the final leg of the Blog Tour for Casting Off by P I Paris. I have an extract of Chapter one for you. I haven't had a chance to read this yet, but of the reviews I have read, it sounds a side splitting read! Enjoy Chapter One.....






Chapter One


Mr Ferguson was dead. Miss Ross could tell by the feet. They were sticking out of his bedroom door into the corridor along which she had been walking. One foot, partly covered by a thin, brown sock, was only slightly less repulsive than the other, which was bare and purple, with badly trimmed and not very clean toenails.

She acknowledged her diagnosis was hardly scientific. Even the pathologist in Lewis would have made a brief examination of the body before announcing the victim had been dead for so many hours and minutes. However, the feet looked so lifeless that, well, one reaches an age when you simply know these things.

With no desire to risk seeing other naked, potentially purple bits of the old man, Miss Ross turned around and set off to find a member of staff.

This was the second resident to die in the last few weeks. Soon there would be two new faces in the dining room, staring around in surprise. (Wasn’t it only the other month that they were young?)

The deceased was removed discreetly by Mr Dunn, the local undertaker. It was a sad reflection of their lives that he visited more often than many families, a point not lost on Dorothy, who hadn’t seen her son forever such a long time. The thing was, she never wanted to appear interfering and increasingly waited for Andrew to make contact, while he, in turn, increasingly did not. Everyone seemed so busy these days. Everyone, that is, except those living at We Care For You.

Dorothy felt they shouldn’t complain. You got on with the task ahead, regardless of what fate put in the way. They had had their lives. One had to make room for new generations and as people got older they needed less and less room until . . . there was Mr Dunn.

Of course, this latest departure was the main topic of conversation over lunch. Being the third Tuesday in the month, this was boeuf bourguignon, a description that initially put off several people until they realised it meant meat stew. The cook, brought in recently by the new owners, knew a great deal more about food than she did about elderly folk.

‘Poor Mr Ferguson,’ said Dorothy. ‘Coming upon his body like that must have been a terrible shock, Miss Ross.’

‘I knew he was dead as soon as I saw his sole.’

‘My goodness, you saw his soul! What did it look like?’
‘Not very pleasant . . . purple and a bit fluffy.’

‘Purple?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, I never. And a bit . . . fluffy?’

‘Someone needs to show that new cleaner how to use a Hoover properly.’

‘The cleaner . . .?’

‘She’s from Poland.’

‘Oh . . . don’t they have Hoovers?’

‘You would hope so, but she needs to be shown how we use one in Great Britain.’

‘Mmm . . . I see.’

It was obvious that Dorothy didn’t see. She could be exasperatingly slow on the uptake on occasions. There was no hint of dementia or that sort of thing, not like some in the care home who displayed significantly more than a hint. No, what lay behind those large NHS glasses with their red-tinged frames was more of an . . . innocence.

She could have been an exhibit, plucked straight out of one of the museums of ‘bygone days’ that seem to have sprung up in even the smallest towns. Magically brought to life in her long A-line skirt, blouse and hand-knitted cardigan, Dorothy was a living reminder of an era long gone when things were so much simpler and wholesome. It was partly why there was something so very appealing about her.

‘It’s a sign of the times,’ said Joyce, tucking into a second helping. She was an enigma as regards eating. Without exception the others gradually ate smaller meals, becoming thinner and more frail as the years passed, but Joyce was, to put it bluntly, rather the opposite. ‘I think it’s all part of this dumbing down people keep talking about. Nothing’s the same as it used to be . . . portions in restaurants . . . standards of behaviour . . . Hoovering.’

Miss Ross groaned inwardly, sensing the start of yet another conversation about how the good old days were so much better. She was saved by the appearance of Walter, a pleasant man, someone who would have at one time been referred to as ‘dapper’. He was a completely changed per- son from the sad figure who had arrived eighteen months earlier, broken by the death of his wife of more than forty years.

His lovely niece had made such a huge difference to him over the last three months, visiting every Thursday without fail. She always had time to blether, helping out with little tasks if she could and often staying for most of the day. Yes, an altogether thoroughly nice young woman.

‘Mind if I join you?’ asked Walter.

The women around the table smiled and nodded. In reality he didn’t need their permission at all, but it was polite of him to ask and it made them feel as though they could still make decisions.

‘We were discussing poor Mr Ferguson,’ said Dorothy.

‘I wonder who we’ll get to replace him,’ said Deirdre. ‘I hear there’s someone called Joan taking the other empty room.’

Miss Ross didn’t bother asking how she knew, suspect- ing that the information had been obtained during one of her many spying sessions. Deirdre had a habit of stopping to catch her breath in strategic doorways. She was the home’s official source of gossip and its unofficial authority on morals, particularly other people’s.

‘I wish they would do something about that man,’ said Deirdre, her eyes resting on Mr Forsyth, naked as the day he was born eighty-four years earlier. It was not an uncommon sight and the majority of those present simply carried on with their meal. Ben, one of the young male carers, appeared only seconds later with a dressing gown, which he deftly got him into.

‘Here you are, Mr Forsyth. You’ll catch cold without this and that wouldn’t be any good, would it?’

The old man seemed as happy to be with clothes as without and once suitably attired he sat at a table and Ben fetched him something to eat.

There were activities in the home most days, as well as visits by a variety of professionals, from the local hairdresser to the optician, both of whom brought with them an array of portable equipment. That afternoon was the turn of the dentist and the gentleman with his accordion. The former was often known to sing during his sessions and although he didn’t have a great voice he certainly knew more tunes than the latter.

Walter usually retired to his bedroom when this particular musician came. He would pursue one of his favourite hobbies of choosing a famous game of chess between grandmasters of the past and then playing out the moves on his beautiful handmade board. He had lacked an opponent when he’d first rekindled his interest six months earlier. That was before Julie started visiting. Everything in his life had changed dramatically since then. Having a chess partner was only a tiny part of it.



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Thank you to Black & White Publishing for sending me a copy of this book to review.


Thursday, 22 September 2016

Christmas Under a Cranberry Sky
(A Town Called Christmas - Book 1)
by
Holly Martin


Guest Review by Julie Williams




It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...........

The season of goodwill will soon be upon us, so here is the first review of the season! Thank you to my good friend Julie Williams for reviewing Christmas Under a Cranberry Sky by Holly Martin.




Guest Review by Julie Williams

I just love Holly’s Christmas books and couldn’t wait to get stuck into this one so when I was approved on Net Galley I got straight into it. Of course I was not disappointed, Holly you are a firm Christmas author favourite.

After being left in a box in an orchard, more tragedy struck as Piper's adopted Mum died when she was only 7 years old. Then her adopted Dad hit the bottle and spiralled into depression leaving Piper to fend for herself. Fortunately her childhood best friend Gabe Whittaker and his family show her how family life should be like. As the years pass Gabe & Pip, as he affectionately calls her, grow closer and become boyfriend and girlfriend. Then a dreadful accident changes everything.

Fast forward to twelve years later and Piper who has been a travel reviewer for the Tree Of Life magazine, decides that after one more assignment she will take a sabbatical, as living out of a suitcase for 10 years is losing its appeal. She arrives in style on Juniper Island, a place she has fond childhood memories of with the Whittaker’s and discovers that the owner of the gorgeous Stardust Lake Hotel is none other than Gabe. After a frosty reunion, as both need answers to what led to Pips sudden departure all those years ago, they both know that the spark is still there. Should they fight it? With such a romantic setting it will be difficult. Falling in love again seems inevitable but both have so much to lose, Gabe has his adorable daughter Wren and Pip is terrified of being abandoned yet again.

Christmas Under A Cranberry Sky is a heart-warming story with believable and loveable characters. Juniper Island with its perfect location and Northern Lights is simply idyllic; please book me on the next available flight!

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

COVER REVEAL

Willow Cottage Part Two - Christmas Cheer
by
Bella Osborne

Today, I have another Christmassy cover for you for the second part of the Willow Cottage series. All these festive covers are starting to get me in the mood for the most wonderful time of the year!




Publishing in EB on October 20th 2017

Come in, there’s a cup of cocoa waiting for you.
Put your feet up, request this on Netgalley and relax into part two of this cosy and heartwarming seasonal romance.


To pre-order this book click here 


Monday, 19 September 2016

The Day I Lost You
by
Fionnuala Kearney
Blog Tour






I am beyond delighted to be able to kick off the Blog Tour for The Day I Lost you. My very good friend and guest reviewer, Julie Williams pipped me to the post with reading this one, so she has kindly reviewed it for me! 


When Jess’s daughter, Anna, is reported lost in an avalanche, everything changes.
Jess’s first instinct is to protect Rose, Anna’s five-year-old daughter. But then she starts to uncover Anna’s other life - unearthing a secret that alters their whole world irrevocably . . .
THE DAY I LOST YOU WAS THE DAY YOU TORE OUR FAMILY APART



Guest review by Julie Williams


Jess has shared her home & life with her daughter Anna and 5 year old granddaughter Rose for years, but when Anna goes missing presumed dead after an avalanche during a skiing holiday everything changes. Jess struggles to hold it together for the sake of her beloved Rose. Jess discovers that she really doesn’t know her daughter after all and bit by bit Anna’s dark secrets are uncovered causing even more heartache and confusion.

I found the characters in this book intriguing and particularly liked that we got to ‘hear’ Anna through her blog. 

The Day I Lost You is a truly emotional packed read that is a real page turner. 

This is the first book that I have read by Fionnuala Kearney but will definitely be looking out for future books by this author.



To pre-order this book click here


Sunday, 18 September 2016

** COVER REVEAL **

GEORGE IS BACK...........


I love this series and I am very excited for the fourth part of the George McKenzie series to be released. Here is the over for the next instalment, The Girl Who Had No Fear and by the title alone, I can tell it's going to be a cracker!! Can't wait.....




Publishing in EB: 14th November

The fourth gripping thriller in the Georgina McKenzie series.
Amsterdam: a city where sex sells and drugs come easy. Four dead bodies have been pulled from the canals – and that number’s rising fast. Is a serial killer on the loose? Or are young clubbers falling prey to a lethal batch of crystal meth?
Chief Inspector Van den Bergen calls on criminologist Georgina McKenzie to help him solve this mystery. George goes deep undercover among the violent gangs of Central America. Working for the vicious head of a Mexican cartel, she must risk her own life to find the truth. With murder everywhere she turns, can George get people to talk before she is silenced for good?