Thursday, 15 March 2018

Your Move
Silvia Forrester

Author name: Silvia Forrester
Genre: romantic comedy
How many Pages? 370
Release Date: 2 August 2017
Publisher: Endeavour Press

Two women. Two dreams. One big lesson in love.

With a passion for people and property, nothing gives newbie estate agent Gemma Cole more pleasure than matching buyers with their ideal homes. After a nomadic childhood with her ditzy mum, Gemma longs for nothing more than a place she can call her own. But with one modest income and meagre savings, will she ever be able to make her own home-owning dream come true?
When Marcus, the new photographer, arrives at the estate agency, he’s the epitome of laidback, festival chic. Sexy, laidback, festival chic. But Gemma dismisses him as another commitment-phobic, eternal student, just like her ex. However, looks can be deceptive. Marcus is reeling from a shocking family tragedy, one that’s left him as sole carer for an eight-year-old boy, as well as his scruffy dog. Will Gemma revise her opinion of Marcus, and will he trust her enough to reveal his family’s painful past?

Pandora works at Perfect 10, a premier beauty and cosmetic clinic. Always effortlessly glamorous – with model-looks, bucket loads of confidence and bulging designer wardrobes – she appears to have it all. But Pan also has a spiralling spending addiction, a string of failed relationships, and still lives at home with her mum. Aged thirty-three.
When her numerous credit cards are refused, Pan takes drastic action, and joins dating website Will a super-wealthy guy be the answer to all Pan’s woes? And can she find one who’s sane, honest and not old enough to be her grandfather?

Your Move is a lively romantic comedy, charting the blossoming friendship between modern heroines Gemma and Pandora, as well as the amorous entanglements that crisscross both their lives.


Silvia was brought up in a seaside town on the south coast of England by her mother and grandmother; she now lives in Kent. Silvia has two daughters, two stepdaughters and three granddaughters. With an abundance of women and girls in her life, it’s not surprising that female relationships, love, family and friendship are frequently the focus of Silvia’s writing. 

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Tuesday, 13 March 2018

The Woman Before Me
Ruth Dugdall
Author Q&A
Today, I am delighted to be a part of the Blog Tour for The Woman Before Me by Ruth Dugdall. I have a Q&A for you from the author and I must say, this is getting great reviews and sounds a fab read! I think it may be worthy of adding to the ever growing TBR pile!

They came for me, just like I knew they would. Luke had been dead for just three days.  

Rose Wilks' life is shattered when her newborn baby Joel is admitted to intensive care. Emma Hatcher has all that Rose lacks. Beauty. A loving husband. A healthy son. Until tragedy strikes and Rose is the only suspect. 

Now, having spent nearly five years behind bars, Rose is just weeks away from freedom. Her probation officer Cate must decide whether Rose is remorseful for Luke's death, or whether she remains a threat to society. As Cate is drawn in, she begins to doubt her own judgement.  

Where is the line between love and obsession, can justice be served and, if so... by what means? 

Author Q&A
Ruth Dugdall

Hi. Thank you so much for agreeing to answer some questions on my blog about your writing.

You are welcome – thank for having me!

Firstly, please could you tell readers a little about yourself?
Well, I’m a crime writer and in April my 7th novel, The Things You Didn’t See, will be published. Also, my debut novel The Woman Before Me, has just been re-published in a new edition, so that’s exciting.

When did you first realise you wanted to be a writer?
One of my friends says she recalls me telling her I wanted to be a writer on the first day of secondary school. I do remember going to a funeral when I was very young – maybe about twelve – and when my mum asked if I was sure I wanted to go I said that I did because I might write about it one day. The memory surprises me, as I sound precocious which I don’t think I was, but it also shows how young I was when I developed an interest in dark material.

What did you do as a job before becoming a writer?
I was a probation officer, which was a job I loved, and I only gave it up when I realised I was simply spreading myself too thin with that, the writing and two kids.
The probation world is vastly misunderstood profession, but they are the unsung heroes of the Criminal Justice system – for example, probation officers have more face-to-face contact with criminals than any other profession but they are never featured in crime films or novels. I have four books with a probation officer, Cate Austin, at the centre so I’m trying to do my bit to remedy that! Also, write what you know is the old maxim, so it was natural for me to write from that point of view.

How do you carry out the research for your novels?
I often draw on cases or crimes I have some knowledge of, or have come into contact with, and will reach out to anyone who can help. For example, The Things You Didn’t See introduces my new protagonist Holly Redwood and she has mirror-touch synaesthesia. I spoke to someone with the condition, and a researcher who specialises in the topic, but I also read everything I could find on it.
Research has taken me to some weird and wonderful places – a gun club, a wolf sanctuary, The Humber Bridge… I love to walk in the steps of my characters and very much enjoy learning about new things.

Which aspects of your writing do you find easiest and most difficult?
I’m very motivated, so sitting and getting words on the page is usually okay for me. Because I am quite a high-energy person I am less good at slowing down and plotting, so I often write a draft and then discover I have to delete thousands of words to make the story work. But that’s okay too – it’s part of my process, and I prefer to write organically and let the plot develop that way. It’s just more time consuming.

What are your writing routines and where do you do most of your writing?
When I’m drafting a novel I set myself a daily target of 1000 words, for me that is realistic and achievable. I’ll then be doing research on top of that, which is likely to include reading or watching relevant films, talking to people, or visiting places. I always have a notebook on me and will jot down anything that might be useful.

When you're not writing, what do you like to read?
I read widely, and several books at any one time. Right now I’m reading books on Silicon Valley (for research), some Nordic Noir (for a night class I’m taking) and an American self-help book (for book club).

How important do you think social media is to authors in today's society?
Hugely. It’s a way to reach out to people, to have conversations with readers and other authors. Personally, I like that it makes me accessible to people if they have any comments or feedback – I love hearing from someone who has just read one of books and it resonated with them. That’s what it’s all about really.

Could you tell the readers a bit about your latest book?
The Things You Didn’t See is set in a farmhouse on Innocence Lane, Suffolk. Cassandra wakes to the sound of gunshot, and discovers her mother, Maya, at the bottom of the stairs, the gun nearby. As Maya fights for her life in hospital, police and family all assume she shot herself. But Cassandra isn’t so sure.
Her only ally in discovering the truth is student paramedic Holly Redwood. But Holly has a secret of her own – she has mirror touch synaesthesia. And her senses are telling her something is very wrong at Innocence Lane.
Both women will come to see that discovering the truth is dangerous and will come to question just how much they want to know.

Which of your characters would you most like to be and why?
Well, my probation officer Cate Austin has the most in common with me, givekl her job, but there are plenty of differences too – thank goodness! Her love life is very erratic, and her mother is an alcoholic….
I write about dysfunctional people in strange and unusual situations, so I can’t say I’d want to be any of them.

Is there anything else you would have liked to be asked?
About what I’m working on now. I’ve just moved to Silicon Valley in California, so I’m going to set my next book on the Stanford campus in Palo Alto. I like to explore the underbelly of places, the hidden secrets. I’ve found plenty and I’ve only been here 6 months!

Thank you so much for your time in answering my questions.

My pleasure.
Any further questions, please get in touch!
Also, for readers, I’m on Twitter: @ruthdugdall
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I also have a website,, which has a `contact Ruth` option.

Friday, 9 March 2018

The Single Girls Calendar
Erin Green

Genre: RomCom
Release Date: 1st January 2018
Publisher: Aria (Imprint of Head of Zeus)

A task a day to cure a broken heart. 
Esmé Peel is approaching thirty with some trepidation, but hope in her heart. If she can just get her long-term boyfriend Andrew to propose, she will have ticked everything off her 'things to do by the time you're 30' list. She didn't reckon on finding another woman's earring in her bed however, and soon she finds herself single, homeless and in need of a new plan. Her best friend Carys gives her the perfect present – The Single Girl’s Calendar – which has a different cure for heartbreak every day:  Day 1: Look and feel fabulous with a new hair style.  Day 2: Step out of your comfort zone and try something new.  Day 3: Reconnect with friends and enjoy! 
Despite thinking it's a bit of a gimmick, Esmé hasn't got any better ideas, so she puts the plan into action. By the end of week one she has four new male housemates, and despite a broken heart she is determined to show Andrew she can do more than survive, she can thrive.

Carys reached for Esmé’s hand and gently squeezed it.
‘So, what have you done all morning?’
‘Apart from visit cafes, I’ve walked around the city, stared in shop windows and had a meltdown when I found myself in the crime section at Waterstones…’ Esmé coughed as a wave of nausea lifted to her throat. ‘I felt fine until then. How many times has that store saved my skin with his birthday presents or stocking fillers? Not anymore. Those days are gone.’
‘In that case, I have just the thing,’ announced Carys, releasing Esmé’s hand before rummaging in the plastic bag beneath her chair. ‘Don’t laugh, but this actually helped me through the break-up with Myles.’
‘I thought I helped you get through that.’
Carys raised her head mid-rummage, her corkscrew curls bouncing as she disagreed.
‘Nope! You know nothing about break-ups, Esmé. Seriously, your relationship has been so long-term you haven’t a clue. But this…’ Carys lifted a pink boxed object onto the table top. ‘This might help.’
‘What the hell?’ said Esmé, staring at the advent calendar styled object with its tiny perforated doors.
‘It’s 100 per cent tack and it only cost a fiver but—’
‘Hear me out, Esmé… it’s worth a laugh if nothing else.’
‘Yeah, sure,’ said Esmé, lifting the calendar to read the blurb on the reverse.
Want a sassy new way to overcome a break-up? Or simply an opportunity to focus on your life? The Single Girl’s Calendar is made for you! Behind every door is a task that will help you focus on you, and you only! A whole month of pampering, mindfulness activities, caring and sharing ideas which in just four short weeks will have you feeling on top of the world! An insightful way to put a spring back into your step as a strong, independent woman!
‘Are you serious?’
Carys nodded.

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Erin was born and raised in Warwickshire, where she resides with her husband. An avid reader since childhood, her imagination was instinctively drawn to creative writing as she grew older. Erin has two Hons degrees: BA English literature and another BSc Psychology – her previous careers have ranged from part-time waitress, the retail industry, fitness industry and education. She has an obsession about time, owns several tortoises and an infectious laugh!
Erin’s writes contemporary novels focusing on love, life and laughter. Erin is an active member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and was delighted to be awarded The Katie Fforde Bursary in 2017. An ideal day for Erin involves writing, people watching and drinking copious amounts of tea.

Twitter: @ErinGreenAuthor

Author Q&A

Hi. Thank you so much for agreeing to answer some questions on my blog about your writing. 

Firstly, please could you tell readers a little about yourself?
Erin was born and raised in Warwickshire, where she resides with her husband. An avid reader since childhood, her imagination was instinctively drawn to creative writing as she grew older. Erin has two Hons degrees: BA English literature and another BSc Psychology – her previous careers have ranged from part-time waitress, the retail industry, fitness industry and education. She has an obsession about time, owns several tortoises and an infectious laugh!
Erin’s writes contemporary novels focusing on love, life and laughter. Erin is an active member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and was delighted to be awarded The Katie Fforde Bursary in 2017. An ideal day for Erin involves writing, people watching and drinking copious amounts of tea.

When did you first realise you wanted to be a writer?
As a child, I was taken to my local library at Polesworth in Warwickshire on a weekly basis. I remember my three green cardboard ticket-holders – I was amazed by the number of books available to borrow for free. I think that day was my true beginnings as a writer. Another monumental moment was when I read ‘The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’ and C.S. Lewis took my hand and led me through the back of the wardrobe towards Narnia. I’m not sure if I’ve ever returned home.

What did you do as a job before becoming a writer?
I’ve had many occupations: waitress, banking, retail industry, fitness industry and currently in education. I’ve always written alongside my other careers.

How do you carry out the research for your novels?
Research changes for each book dependent upon the knowledge I currently hold on a subject or event. I tend to focus on research prior to the planning stage, a little more after the planning stage and return to researching specific details after draft one has been written. Prior to draft one, I don’t always know everything that needs to be researched so it can feel like an on-going process as the novel evolves. By nature, I’m a curious person so research and learning feeds my inquisitive side. I love discovering new and interesting topics in reference books, library achieves or interviews. 
Which aspects of your writing do you find easiest and most difficult?
I adore the initial draft one writing – a blank page that is waiting for a story is my idea of heaven. Some writers hate this stage but my imagination thrives without boundaries so the words simply flow. My second favourite stage is day-dreaming. Creating new characters, their names and locations occurs as I move through my daily routines so I tend to muse and make notes as ideas surface. My least favourite stage of writing is around draft three, when the story is captured and structured on paper but additional details are needed so it’s a case of rereading and adding as necessary. I literally argue with myself regards over or under writing sections – quite often I add, then delete and re-amend the same detail to the point of frustration. I’m never a happy bunny until that stage is complete and I can start the first edit.   
What are your writing routines and where do you do most of your writing?
The majority of my writing takes place in the tiny spare room claimed a few years ago as my writing room. It’s made a huge difference having a dedicated space for all my papers, work notes and diagrams. I can write anywhere, so regularly change venue to local libraries, coffee shops or even on trains, when necessary. I tend to write early in the morning or late at night during the week, with weekends providing longer writing sessions during the day.

When you're not writing, what do you like to read?
I read everyday, though my chosen genre changes depending upon the stage that my own writing is at. When planning or drafting I tend to drift towards reading crime or classics but once my planned story is drafted I move back towards contemporary fiction. I think it’s a working habit to ensure I don’t mix ideas or be influenced by the author I’m reading.

How important do you think social media is to authors in today's society?
Social media is vital for me to stay in touch with my readers, other authors and bloggers. It makes my day when I receive an unexpected compliment from a reader who has loved my book – I literally walk about with a huge smile on my face.
Could you tell the readers a bit about your latest book?
‘The Single Girl’s Calendar’ follows Esme’s story as dreams of marriage after a seven year relationship with Andrew. Sadly, her plans go awry and she ends up in a very different situation. Her best friend Carys buys her ‘The Single Girl’s Calendar’ as a means of coping and helping to pave the way towards her future. Each day, Esme has a task to complete just like a seasonal advent calendar.  
Which of your characters would you most like to be and why?
I’d be content being Esme Peel, the single girl’s calendar leads her to pastures new, amongst new friends and new interests. She’s at an exciting time in her life with a host of opportunities coming her way. Esme is named after my maternal great-grandmother so I feel a connection with her from my family tree – though her life was very different to my fictional Esme.

Is there anything else you would have liked to be asked?
‘The Single Girl’s Calendar’ has the theme of ‘beauty and the beast’ as people are a mixture of both elements, for some beauty is only skin deep but the most precious beauty is that which lives within us.

Thank you so much for your time in answering my questions.

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Wednesday, 7 March 2018

The Key
Kathryn Hughes

I shared the cover reveal for The Key by Kathryn Hughes a while back now and I am really pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour. I have a Q&A from the lovely author herself.

1. For readers, can you give a brief summary of THE KEY?
The Key is told in two time frames.  The book opens in 2006, with Sarah exploring the derelict Ambergate Lunatic Asylum.  Her father spent many years there and Sarah is writing a book on the history of the place. She discovers a locked attic door behind which several suitcases belonging to former patients have been stored.  The suitcases bear no names and most of them contain nothing more than clothes, books and other mundane items.  However, one of them contains something truly shocking…
The story then travels back to 1956 and we meet Ellen, a student nurse at the Asylum.  One of her first jobs is to admit a troubled young girl, Amy, who has been committed to Ambergate by her father.  Ellen takes Amy’s suitcase to the attic for storage but little does Ellen know, she will be forced to make a decision which will alter the course of both their lives. 
2. How did you first come to writing?
I began my first book, The Letter, in 2006 and it took me over six years to complete.  It was just a hobby really, plus I am a terrible procrastinator.  After I’d finished it and then received loads of rejections from Agents, I decided to self-publish it.  It took many months for word to get around, but somehow it reached No. 1 in the Kindle Chart, knocking Gone Girl off the top spot.  Nobody was more surprised than me, except perhaps for those Agents!  The book then came to the attention of the editing team at Headline who offered to take it on and the rest is history.

3. What did you do before becoming an author?
My husband and I had our own business making licensed gifts and I did the accounts.  This went on for twenty-nine years until we sold the business.  My husband carried on working for the new owners, but they didn’t want me so I knuckled down and finished The Letter instead.

4. Do you think your writing style has changed at all since you first wrote THE LETTER?
No, I don’t think it has.  One of the most gratifying things people say about my books is that they couldn’t put them down or they were a real page-turner.  This is exactly what I set out to accomplish.  I’m not going to win any literary prizes, but what the reader will get is a fast-moving, easy to read book, with lots going on.  Hopefully, nobody is going to close the book at the end and say, ‘well nothing happened.’

5. THE KEY deals with women forced into some very difficult and emotional situations – did you find some parts of the novel hard to write because of this?
One of the great joys of writing a book for me is the research.  I love delving into worlds about which I know nothing about.  Researching the history of our mental hospitals was certainly an eye-opener and I heard some truly terrible stories.  Many of the so-called ‘cures’ were barbaric and it is totally unimaginable today that these procedures were allowed to be carried out.  Some parts were difficult to write because although my characters are not real, people did live through this system and I owe it to them to make the book an accurate portrayal as possible. 

6. Do you have a future novel planned and are we allowed any snippets of information?
Yes, I do!  I can’t give too much away, but on a cycling holiday in Spain last year, we came across a deserted Hermitage in the middle of nowhere, quite cut off from civilisation. Although, it was beautiful, I began to think about what made someone leave their family behind and go and live in isolation, giving themselves to God, in pursuit of a reward in the afterlife. Of course, there’s another thread too – Manchester, 1978. It’s quite a contrast – but a tragedy will bring these two worlds together. The photos attached show the hermitage and the area which inspired this idea.

Thursday, 1 March 2018

Villa of Secrets
Patricia Wilson
I'm so pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour for Villa of Secrets by Patricia Wilson. Her previous novel, Island of Secrets is one of my favourite books and I really can't wait to read this one (am hoping to get a copy for when I am lying on a sunbed somewhere hot!). Enjoy an extract and I hope it takes you away to somewhere other than the snowy, cold UK!

Naomi caught Bubba’s whimper and rushed into the room. Her grandmother cowered against the pillow, her eyes wide, glazed, afraid.
‘They’re going to hang me! Help me, please. I have to escape,’ she slurred. ‘Papa! I can’t see him. Where is he? Don’t let them kill my Papa, I’m begging you!’
Naomi held her grandmother. ‘Come on, Bubba. It’s just a bad dream. You’re safe with me.’ She found it heartbreaking to see the old lady like this. Whatever was going on in her mind was very real to her grandmother. 
Bubba thumped herself in the chest. ‘I loved her, and because of me she’s dead too. Please, bring her back!’
‘Who, Bubba? Who did you love?’ Naomi asked, cooling her grandmother’s forehead with a damp facecloth, but Bubba had purged herself of the memory. Exhausted, she returned to sleep. Naomi watched her eyes flutter behind thin lids, and the occasional twitch of her body with a half-started word on her lips.
Dragged away from her thoughts by more movement across the road, Naomi saw Papas Yiannis in his striped pyjamas ambling onto his front porch. He pushed his fingers behind his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Above him, Marina’s bedroom light went out. The priest placed his tiny coffee cup on the tin table and pulled out a rickety chair. 
Reluctant to break the peace of the hour, Naomi gave him a wave. 
He nodded before sucking the froth off his drink. 
Naomi returned indoors and tried to block thoughts of the gun by concentrating on a fresh batch of hand cream. She gathered the ingredients from memory, no longer needing Bubba’s recipe.
 2 cups of olive oil.
1 cup of coconut oil.
1 cup of beeswax.
8 drops of lemon essential oil
She’d forgotten something . . . honey, that was it. She pulled the kitchen cupboard open and reached for the jar. The cruise calendar and a photo of Costa and her boys were taped inside the cream-painted door.
Uplifted by thoughts of her husband, she placed a hand on her cheek the way he did when he said, ‘I love you, Naomi.’ 
Costa would be prepping breakfast for the rich and lonely, before they disembarked at the port of Kos. 
Naomi recalled the time she had sailed to that island on the fast-cat ferry and met Costa at the port. They dashed about the town where he showed her the ancient plane-tree under which Hippocrates had taught his disciples of medicine. Like tourists, they scrambled through the town’s archaeological site in the blazing sun, and admired antique mosaics underfoot. Eating cheap ice cream from McDonald’s, they wandered about in Freedom Square, taking in the mosque, the museum, the spice market, and then the castle. 
Naomi kissed her finger and touched Costa’s photo. 
She scooped ingredients into a jar that stood in a pan of hot water. The fragrant tang of lemon flooded the room. In a short time, the components would meld together, ready to be whipped, potted, and labelled.
If only life were that simple.

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Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Summer in San Remo
Evonne Wareham

Series:  The Riviera Rogues (Book 1)
Genre: romantic comedy
Release Date: 18 July 2017
Publisher: Choc-lit

Anything could happen when you spend summer in San Remo … 
Running her busy concierge service usually keeps Cassie Travers fully occupied. But when a new client offers her the strangest commission she's ever handled she suddenly finds herself on the cusp of an Italian adventure, with a man she thought she would never see again. Jake McQuire has returned from the States to his family-run detective agency. When old flame Cassie appears in need of help with her mysterious client, who better than Jake to step in? Events take the pair across Europe to a luxurious villa on the Italian Riviera. There, Cassie finds that the mystery she pursues pales into insignificance, when compared to another discovery made along the way …


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Evonne Wareham was born in Barry on the South Wales coast, but spent most of her working life in London. Now home again in Wales she is studying for a PhD in History and writing romance. She was a finalist in two reality writing contests in the United States and had a great time, even if she didn’t win. When not studying or writing, she loves to travel, go to the theatre, walk on the beach and sleep. She has won and been nominated for awards for her romantic suspense novels on both sides of the Atlantic, but Summer in San Remo is  something different  – a romantic comedy with a light dusting of crime - which is a change of pace from writing the dark scary stuff. She is a member of both the Crime Writers’ Association and the Romantic Novelists’ Association, which means she gets to go to twice as many literary parties.

Twitter: @evonnewareham
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Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Spring on the Little Cornish Isles
Phillipa Ashley

With this terrible weather we are all having at the moment, what better time to sit and read a little bit about Spring in the West Country! I'm delighted to be a part of Phillipa Ashley's Blog Tour for Spring on the Little Cornish Isles.


Twenty minutes later, Adam threw the rope around the bollard on the small quay at St Saviour’s and secured it to the cleat. Jess helped Gaby off the boat and up the steps with her bag. The quay rose out of a small rocky outcrop at the bottom of the island road. Deeper water lapped one side, while the other looked out over creamy sand, currently covered in a foot or so of translucent peppermint sea.
Gaby looked around her and shook her head in wonder. ‘Wow. It’s so beautiful. I’ve seen pictures on your website of course, but I hadn’t imagined the real thing would be anything like this. It’s still England, but as if England were set in the Greek islands.’
Jess followed Gaby’s gaze towards the long sweep of white sand that ran half the length of the island and the myriad rocky skerries dozing in the lagoon between the main isles. St Saviour’s, like Gull Island and its neighbour Petroc, were all clustered around the shallow ‘pool’ with only lonely St Piran’s lying to the west across a deep-water channel. 
‘It is lovely on a day like this,’ she said, quietly proud of her home.
‘Not so lovely when you’re trying to get the mail delivered in a howling gale or when the fog drops down,’ said Adam.
Gaby turned to him in surprise. ‘Oh, you’re a postman, then?’
‘Yes. I deliver the smaller islands’ mail.’ 
 ‘You must have the best post round in Britain.’
He grinned. ‘You can say that again.’
Jess squeezed his hand behind Gaby’s back. ‘Better get going. Will’s going to be … um … eager to welcome you too.’ She mentally crossed her fingers that her brother was in. ‘We can walk to the farm from here.’
Despite Gaby’s protests, Adam carried her case and the shopping. Jess had given up trying to stop him long ago. She took the chance to chat to Gaby as they trudged up the slope from the quay and onto the road that ran along the spine of the island. 
With Adam a few feet ahead, Jess slowed her pace to allow Gaby to take in her surroundings. She stared out over the Atlantic and spoke softly, almost reverently.
‘I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely seas and the sky
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.’
Jess waited, a little taken aback.
Gaby turned towards her with a smile. ‘Sorry, couldn’t resist. That’s from Sea Fever by John Masefield. Do you know it?’
‘I think I might have heard of it but I’m not that great on poetry to be honest,’ Jess replied, quietly amused and also, if she was honest, thinking the lines were very apt for the way she often felt about the spectacular spot she lived in: drawn to the sea.
‘The view is incredible,’ said Gaby, echoing Jess’s own thoughts.
‘Yes, you practically see most of Scilly from up here and Land’s End too on a clear day. Look, there it is.’ Jess pointed out a shadowy but unmistakable hunk of land on the horizon to the east.
‘Wow,’ said Gaby. ‘Exactly how far is it?’
‘Twenty-eight miles, though it may as well be Canada on some days. The fog can roll in and you can’t see the sea at all, let alone the mainland,’ said Adam, waiting for them.
‘Wow. That must feel like being cast adrift in the middle of the ocean.’ 
Jess felt a quiet sense of pride in Gaby’s awe. ‘It can be but on days like this, it’s gorgeous. And actually, we’re here.

Tuesday, 20 February 2018

The French Adventure
Lucy Coleman

It's my pleasure to be a part of the Blog Tour for The French Adventure by Lucy Coleman. I have an extract for you and a fabulous giveaway! So grab a cuppa, enjoy a piece of this book and be lucky in the giveaway! Enjoy....

Genre: Sweet romance/cosy mystery
Release Date:1 February 2018
Publisher: Aria Fiction (Head of Zeus)

Packed full of French flavour and idyllic settings this is a romantic, heart-warming and unputdownable new novel about life and love, perfect for anyone who loves Milly Johnson, Lucy Diamond and Debbie Johnson.
Suddenly unemployed and single, Anna escapes to her parents' beautiful house in France for a much-needed recharge – and to work out what she wants to do next with her life now her carefully mapped out plan has gone out the window.
Anna gives herself 6 months to recuperate, all the while helping renovate her parents' adjoining gites into picturesque B&Bs. But working alongside the ruggedly handsome Sam on the renovation project, she didn't expect for life to take an unexpected, if not unwelcome, twist...


The L Word
Two weeks today will be the first anniversary of our first real date. Being wined and dined in a chic little French restaurant was a gigantic step forward; it signalled the beginning of a new era in my relationship with Karl. Even though at least half of the meal was spent talking about work, his intentions were clear – we were no longer simply colleagues and romance was in the air.
Since then, Karl must have told me that he loves me more than a thousand times. You might think I’m exaggerating, but I can assure you that’s not the case. He usually manages to slip it into the conversation at least three times a day. The first time he said the L word to me, it slid off his tongue so easily I could almost have missed it. It wasn’t a staring into each other’s eyes moment of discovery, just a casual ‘love you, babe’.
As the months rolled by, I pushed aside my growing fear that it was only a word to him. Because it means so much more to me, I freeze whenever he tacks it onto a sentence.
And, yes, I’m very aware that my air of disapproval does make me sound ungrateful and undeserving. But it’s all about self-preservation, you see. I’ll never utter that word again until I’m one hundred per cent certain that the man I’m saying it to believes I’m their soul mate too – the perfect fit.
The last time I uttered the L word, was six years ago. It was to a guy I’d known since childhood and the man I genuinely believed I would marry when the time was right. He was handsome in a rugged way, fired up with ambition and exciting to be around. Sadly, everyone we knew thought we were the perfect couple too, except the guy in question, as it turned out…




Lucy Coleman always knew that one day she would write, but first life took her on a wonderful journey of self-discovery for which she is very grateful.
Family life and two very diverse careers later she now spends most days glued to a keyboard, which she refers to as her personal quality time.
‘It’s only when you know who you are that you truly understand what makes you happy – and writing about love, life and relationships makes me leap out of bed every morning!’
If she isn’t online she’s either playing with the kids, whose imaginations seem to know no bounds, or painting something. As a serial house mover together with her lovely husband, there is always a new challenge to keep her occupied!
Lucy also writes under the name Linn B. Halton. 

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Friday, 16 February 2018

The Mother's Secret
Clare Swatman
Blog Tour

Today I have an extract as part of the Blog Tour for The Mother's Secret by Clare Swatman. This sounds a great read and have been hearing some rave reviews, so sit back and enjoy!

20 October 2016

Georgie kicks a stone and watches it roll away across the wet sand, bouncing off rocks and pebbles until it comes to a halt just out of reach of a wave. She stops and looks out to sea, the flat grey expanse interrupted only by the occasional rise of white foam, stretching on forever, or to nowhere, the horizon a smudgy, indistinct line far in the distance. She closes her eyes and lifts her face so all she can hear is the wind pushing its way across the sand. It’s whipping the sea into a frenzy, sending waves crashing as they hit the shore and shooting spray into the already-­damp air. It pulls flags taut on their poles and drags empty crisp packets and dropped tissues with it indiscriminately as it races across the almost-­empty beach.
She opens her eyes again and looks down at her feet,  studying the footprints she’s left in the sand, creeping up behind her like a stalker she can’t outrun. A hand slips through the crook of her arm and she turns to find her big sister Kate next to her, smiling.
‘Hey, you.’
They turn and walk a few steps in silence. The sun is weak behind the gathering clouds and the wind’s getting stronger, blowing their hair round their faces and making their eyes water. Georgie leans into the wind until she’s almost at a ­forty-­five-­degree angle, at tipping point, daring the wind to stop. Next to her Kate shivers in her too-­thin coat.
‘God, it’s cold isn’t it?’ Georgie straightens up and hugs her arm in tighter to Kate’s.
‘It is – but if you insist on wearing those clothes what do you expect?’
‘Hey nothing – that’s nothing more than a cardigan masquerading as a coat, and your tights are practically useless.’
Georgie glances down at her outfit and grins. She loves her patterned tights; oversized cardigans and finding bargains in second-­hand shops is her mishmash style. Kate prefers sensible shoes, patterned tops and boot-­cut jeans and just doesn’t get Georgie’s love of the quirky.
‘Good point – but you can’t really talk, you’re shivering like a jellyfish too.’
‘This is true.’
Without realizing it they’ve stopped again and are both staring out to sea, watching the froth on the tops of the waves gather and wane, over and over, never-­ending. Kate plants  her feet firmly in the sand to stop herself blowing away, and Georgie holds on tight.
‘I wish Dad was here.’
The words come out of nowhere and, unsure whether she’s heard them right, Georgie leans in closer to Kate. ‘What did you say?’
Kate brings her mouth closer to Georgie’s ear. ‘I wish Dad was here. Don’t you?’
The words skitter and dance in the air between them, trying to find their place. Finally they
settle, and Georgie frowns. ‘Where has that come from?’
Kate keeps her eyes trained on the sea and shrugs. ‘I don’t know. Not really. I’ve just been thinking about him more and more recently.’
Georgie follows her sister’s gaze out to sea without speaking. She thinks about her father from time to time, of course she does. Naturally she’s wondered what life would have been like if they’d grown up knowing him, if he hadn’t been taken away from them before she’d even been born. She wonders what she’d be like too, whether she’d be different. Braver, stronger, tougher. Whether she’d have been as close to her mother, and her sister, if she’d had him there to dilute the love. But this question from Kate has still come out of the blue.
Before she gets the chance for an answer to form in her throat, Kate speaks again. ‘I know I can’t miss him exactly. I don’t even remember him, but – well, I suppose I do really. Miss him, that is. Especially now with – well, with Mum the way she is.’
Georgie nods beside her. ‘Me too.’ Her voice is barely more than a whisper and Kate struggles to hear her. They stand in silence a moment longer, letting their thoughts fill the space where their words should be, both thinking about the man in the photo on their mother’s mantelpiece, the father they’d never known.
‘Do you think he’d be proud? You know, of us?’ Georgie pushes a stray hair out of her face and tucks it pointlessly behind her ear, as it blows straight back out again.
‘Yes. I think he would.’ Kate sighs. ‘But I don’t think we’d be us, not us as we are now, if he’d been here.’ She turns to face Georgie. ‘Do you?’
‘Probably not, no.’
‘I mean, I bet you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the first boy you kissed if you’d had Dad around—’
‘Hey, hang on—’
‘No, I don’t mean it nastily, George, I really don’t. I just mean – well, if Dad had been here he probably wouldn’t have let Matt anywhere near you, at the age of thirteen anyway.’
‘Mum wasn’t exactly keen.’
‘True. But it’s still different. You probably wouldn’t have needed Matt as much if Dad had been here.’ She stops, thinks for a minute. ‘And let’s face it, George, I probably wouldn’t have been such a saddo either.’
‘Oh Kate, don’t say that.’
‘Why not? It’s true. I didn’t have any friends at school. I never had a boyfriend. You were my only friend, really, George.’
‘You were mine too, Kate.’
‘I know.’ She shrugs, looks away. ‘Maybe it could have been different, with Dad here. But then again, maybe not. Who knows? But either way I’d like to think he’d be proud of us. Let’s face it, he’d have two pretty different daughters to be proud of.’
Georgie smiles. ‘He definitely would.’
They stand for a moment, their words flying away with the wind. Then Kate turns to Georgie.
‘Do you think things would have been any different for Mum if Dad hadn’t died?’
Georgie feels a hard lump form in her chest and she holds her hand to it. She can feel the soft tha-­thump of her heart against her palm. Beside her, Kate’s eyes are on her, willing her to look round. And, finally, she does.
‘I honestly don’t know.’
The words are barely a whisper, but Kate shakes her head and turns away. ‘No, me neither.
I’d like to think so, though.’ There’s a beat of silence. Then: ‘George, I’m really worried about her.’
Georgie nods. She’d known this was coming from the moment Kate had suggested a walk on the beach this morning. Now the words have arrived and there’s no taking them back.
‘You know she’s been getting much worse, don’t you?’
Georgie nods again. ‘Yes. Yes, I do. She didn’t seem to know what was going on when I saw her a few days ago. She thought she was going to meet Dad for a date that night. I kept telling her she’d got it wrong but she didn’t even seem to be too sure who I was, and couldn’t grasp what I was saying.’
Kate nods and takes Georgie’s arm.
‘Come on, let’s go for a coffee.’ She points to the cafe at the top of the beach which, despite the weather, looks open, the windows steamed up. They walk in silence together, arms linked as their feet tread over sand and pebbles, until the sand gets softer and softer. There are drops of rain in the wind now and Georgie pulls her hood up and holds it tightly against her face.
The cafe feels hot and stuffy in contrast to the cold of outside, and they strip off their layers, hanging them on the back of the chairs as they go.
A good ten minutes pass before they’re settled at a table with coffee and hot chocolate and a slice of cake each.
‘It’s scaring me, Georgie, what’s happening to Mum. She’s getting so much worse, so quickly. Remember in the summer, the barbecue we had at mine?’
Georgie nods, thinking back.

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