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Book Tour – She’s Not There By Joy Fielding

She's Not ThereToday on the book tour for Joy Fielding’s thrilling new book called ‘She Not There’, sit back and enjoy an extract from the exciting tale.

The trip had started out well enough. Samantha had fallen asleep almost as soon as the car was out of the driveway, and Michelle had seemed content playing with her new Wonder Woman doll. Unfortunately, fifteen minutes into the drive, an ill-advised attempt to get the doll to fly had sent Wonder Woman crashing to the floor, where she disappeared under the front seat, unleashing Michelle’s first flood of tears. Then heavy traffic along Interstate Highway 5 coupled with a delay at the San Ysidro border crossing at Tijuana had stretched the thirty-mile drive into a ninety-minute ordeal. Caroline wondered if she should have listened to Hunter when he’d suggested leaving the girls at home for the week. But that would have meant entrusting them to her mother, something Caroline would never do.

Her mother had made enough of a mess with her own children.

Caroline pictured her brother, Steve, two years her junior, a handsome man with sandy brown hair, a killer smile, and gold-flecked hazel eyes. His easy charm had made him their mother’s pride and joy. But what he had in charm, he lacked in ambition, and he’d spent most of his adult life shedding careers as regularly as a snake sheds its skin. A year ago he’d gone into real estate, and much to the surprise of everyone—except, of course, his mother, in whose eyes he could do no wrong—he seemed to be prospering. Maybe he’d finally found his niche.

“I’m thirrrrrsty,” Michelle wailed, the word threatening to stretch into eternity.

“Sweetheart, please. You’ll wake the baby.”

“She’s not a baby.”

“She’s asleep . . .”

“And I’m thirsty.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Hunter snapped, spinning around in his seat and waving his index finger in the air. “Listen to your mother and stop this nonsense right now.”

Michelle’s response was immediate and complete hysteria. Her shrieks filled the car, bouncing off the tinted windows and pummeling Samantha awake. Now two children were screaming.

“Still think kids were a good idea?” Hunter asked with a smile. “Maybe your brother is right after all.”

Caroline said nothing. Hunter was well aware that her brother and his wife, Becky, had been trying unsuccessfully for years to have a family of their own. Their failure to do so was a constant source of tension between them, a situation Caroline’s mother took great pains to exploit, chiding Becky regularly for not providing her with more grandchildren and causing unnecessary friction between her daughter and her daughter-in-law.

Divide and conquer, Caroline thought. Words her mother lived by. What else was new?

“How much longer?” Caroline asked.

“We should be there soon. Hang in there.”

Caroline leaned her head against the side window and closed her eyes, her daughters’ cries piercing her ears like overlapping sirens. Not exactly an auspicious start to their vacation. Oh, well, she decided. It can only get better.

Sounds good, doesn’t it?

You can buy She’s Not There from Amazon and is available to buy from good bookshops.

Anything For Her Book Tour – Extract

Anything For HerOn today’s book tour, I’m featuring an extract from G.J Minnett’s thrilling new book called ‘Anything For Her’

She has no wish to talk to Aimi Bradshaw . . . or Vedra as she is now, always assuming she hasn’t moved on already. Probably not, she thinks to herself. The Aimis of this world tend not to turn their noses up at the sort of money and influence that comes from being a member of the Vedra family. She’ll have recognised the golden egg the moment it rolled into her path and for as long as the goose keeps on laying, Vedra will be as good a surname as any.

If she doesn’t like Aimi very much, she trusts her even less. At the root of it is the seemingly unassailable and, in Mia’s estimation, utterly inappropriate place the girl has assumed in Billy’s affections. If she could be granted just one wish in whatever time is left available to her, it would be for some miraculous event to rip the blinkers from his eyes and enable him to see the girl as she really is. Failing that, she’d settle for knowing he was in a happy relationship with someone who cares deeply about him, someone who might take the gloss off his warped memories of Aimi that owe more to his feverish imagination than anything else. Their so-called relationship was one of those teenage things, an unfortunate collision of circumstances – for Billy a first crush at a time when his emotional radar was, quite understandably, all over the place and for Aimi a chance to share and revel in some of the attention that settled on him around the time of the inquest.

Although she was relieved at the time, Mia can see now that it was unfortunate that it all came to a sudden and dramatic end when Aimi’s parents split up. She went to London to live with her father and Billy was left feeling his soul mate had been ripped from him. Anyone with an ounce of common sense could see it wouldn’t have lasted much longer than the six months or so they’d had together anyway. Unfortunately, when it came to Aimi, even that ounce was way beyond Billy’s reach.

So yes . . . Mia is keen for Billy to move on with his life. For some time now she’s been hoping he’ll find someone else to obsess about, which is why she’s been paying such close attention to his presence on a variety of social media of late. She’s resorted to this – almost stalking him online – out of desperation. He’s always been good about staying in touch – in fact, ever since he first left home he’s made a point of phoning her on a regular basis – but these calls never shed any significant light on his social life. She knows more than enough about his work, even if she still can’t remember what a front end developer actually does on a day-to-day basis, and she can describe in detail the strengths and weaknesses of his techie friends, so effusive is he when it comes to talking about that side of his life.

Relationships however are another matter altogether and unless she embarrasses them both by asking pointed questions the subject never comes up.

You can buy Anything for Her from Amazon and will be available to buy from good bookshops from 22nd March 2018.

I Heart Forever Book Tour – Extract

I Heart ForeverI’m delighted to be kicking off the book tour for Lindsey Kelk’s amazing new book, ‘I Heart Forever’. I read it and loved it and you will too!

To give you a taster of what Angela has in store for you in the latest book, here’s a short extract to wet your appetite. Enjoy!

‘There’s still time for you to change your mind, you know,’ Alex said, nursing his beer. ‘This time tomorrow we could be on a river beach in Laos. This time next week, we could be checking out temples in Myanmar, next month dancing at a full moon party in Thailand.’

‘You know that I would if I could,’ I whispered, staring at his perfect features. His full lips, his sharp cheekbones, his shiny black hair that had obviously seen shampoo in the last forty-eight hours. ‘You know I’d love it more than anything, but asking for two months off at work would basically be the same as handing in my notice.’

It was a complete and utter lie. Two months of nothing but Alex Reid, all to myself? Yes, please. Two months of living out of a backpack in dirty clothes, without telly or online food delivery? I just couldn’t see it. The closest I’d ever come to roughing it was an abbreviated weekend at Reading Festival when I was seventeen and even that ended with my dad picking me up on the Saturday afternoon after I’d caved and tried to use the toilets. I hadn’t seen the inside of a tent since.

‘You could just quit,’ Alex stage-whispered into my hair, one arm snaking around my waist. ‘You could just leave.’

‘I really wish I hated my job,’ I replied, sliding my hand along his cheek. ‘And having a home. And food. And things.’

‘You do love things,’ Alex agreed with a theatrical sigh. He squeezed my hand in his and my engagement and wedding rings pressed sharply against their neighbouring fingers. ‘And I guess someone has to hold down a steady job.
Looks like I’m stuck with Graham.’

Just because I would rather perform laser hair removal on myself than spend two months living out of a backpack did not mean I was fully OK with his going on this trip without me. Sure, I could play the supportive wife for a while but I’d seen Eat Pray Love, I knew what happened on these adventures.

‘You’ll barely notice I’m gone,’ he said, picking up a piece of tuna pizza and sniffing it with great suspicion before taking the tiniest of bites. He looked to be struggling far too much for a man who was about to spend several weeks subsisting on flash-fried insects, but whatever, all the more for me.

‘You’re going to be so busy with work and I know Lopez isn’t going to leave you alone for more than two minutes while I’m away. And I’m gonna call you all the time.’

‘You don’t need to convince me,’ I promised and the butterflies fluttered back into life as he ran a finger along my jawline, brushing against my bottom lip.

‘I’m glad you’re doing this. You’ve wanted to go forever, I know.’

‘It kind of feels like now or never,’ he agreed.

‘I’m glad you’re going,’ I said, forcing certainty into my words. ‘It’s just, you’ve never been away for so long before. I’m going to miss you, that’s all.’

‘I’m going to miss you too,’ he said. Alex grabbed hold of both sides of my chair and turned it around to face him. ‘I’m going to miss you every minute of every day.’

‘That’s clearly an exaggeration,’ I replied as my heart began to beat just a little bit faster. His hands were still holding on to the seat of my chair and he leaned in towards me. He pushed my hair out of the way and pulled gently at the neck of my jumper, kissing my shoulder, my collarbone, my throat. ‘You won’t miss me while you’re asleep.’

‘I will,’ he protested, whispering right into my ear. I shivered all the way down to my toes. ‘I’ll dream about you every night.’

‘Well, that’s just ridiculous,’ I said, gasping as he pulled me out of my seat and into his lap. ‘You can’t control your dreams. You dream about whatever’s in your subconscious.’

‘Then let’s give my subconscious something to remember,’ he said, taking off my jumper and tossing it onto the settee. ‘We’ve got twelve hours.’

‘I’ve never been one to turn down a challenge,’ I replied as I yanked his T-shirt over his head and ran my hands down his tight, taut back. ‘You’d better set an alarm.’

Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate on being right where I was. What good would it do to worry about what might happen?

Alex would go, Alex would come back, and it would be fine. Everything was exactly how it should be, exactly at that moment.

Now, all I had to do was keep every single thing in my life exactly the same, forever.

How hard could that be?

Sounds good, doesn’t it? And it is! You can read my review of ‘I Heart Forever’ here.

You can pre-order I Heart Forever from Amazon and will be available to buy from good bookshops from 7th September 2017.

Escape To Willow Cottage Book Tour – Extract

Escape To Willow CottageOn the tour for the Bella Osborne’s latest book, ‘Escape To Willow Cottage’, sit back and enjoy an extract from the sweet story.

Chapter 11

‘Carly!’ said Beth, her voice sharp.

Carly spun in Beth’s direction with an exaggerated movement. With slow blinks she looked at Beth until something registered. ‘Beth! This is … um … what was your name again?’ She swung precariously back towards Jack who stopped her falling on him with one hand whilst holding the pub table steady with the other.

‘I know who it is.’ Beth was trying to suppress the annoyance that was rapidly developing within her.

‘He’s lov-erly,’ cooed Carly whilst she stroked his arm in a deliberate action.

‘I’d like to know what he’s planning on doing with my drunk friend?’ Beth retorted. Jack let go of Carly as if she were a lit firework.

As the accusation slowly registered, Carly looked hurt. ‘I’m not dunk!’ she protested as she slowly slid towards the floor.

Jack was looking blindly from one woman to the other as if he’d just been teleported there. ‘I was just …’

‘For someone that wasn’t looking for a relationship a few hours ago you’ve sure as hell come round to the idea quick!’ Beth stepped forward and grabbed Carly by one arm and hauled her into a standing position.

‘Come on! We’re leaving now.’

Carly wobbled on unsteady legs, grinned inanely at Jack and was towed away.

If you enjoyed that short sample from the book, you can buy Escape to Willow Cottage from Amazon and is available to buy from good bookshops.

A Country Girl Book Tour – Extract

A Country Girl‘On the book tour for Nancy Carson’s new book called ‘A Country Girl’, sit back and enjoy an extract from the historical tale.

The sinking sun cast a long, animated shadow of Algie Stokes as he ambled that evening along the rutted road known as Moor Lane on his way to see Harriet Meese. To his right lay a rambling Georgian mansion, an island of prosperity set in a sea of stubble fields. The grand, symmetrical house seemed entirely at odds with the tile works, the slag heaps and the worked-out mines which it overlooked. No doubt it had existed long before its sooty neighbours had been dreamed of; a rural haven, set in bowers of peace and tranquillity. But no more. Yet it never occurred to Algie what the well-to-do occupants might think of the black, encroaching gloom of industry. He never noticed any of it, taking for granted these immovable, and probably eternal, man-made elements of the unromantic landscape.

The crimson glow from the sun at his back was augmenting the ruddiness of the red-brick terraced houses he was passing. He bid a polite good evening to a passer-by, and his thoughts returned to the golden sunshine of Marigold Bingham’s natural loveliness. Yet, strangely, he was finding that he could not ponder Marigold without Harriet Meese also trespassing unwanted into his thoughts. Mental comparison was therefore becoming inevitable. Maybe it was a guilty conscience playing tricks.

Harriet was twenty years old, the second of seven daughters belonging to Mary and Eli Meese. Eli was a respectable trader who described his business as ‘a drapery, mourning and mantles shop’, situated in Brierley Hill’s High Street, where the family also lived above the shop. Four of the seven daughters were sixteen or over – of marriageable age – but Harriet was blessed with the most beguiling figure of them all, wondrously endowed with feminine curves. She was slender and long-legged, her curves and bulges were in the appropriate places, and as delightful in proportion as Algie had ever had the pleasure to behold in or around Brierley Hill. However, to his eternal frustration he had never been privileged to know Harriet’s sublime body intimately. Nor was such a privilege likely as long as they remained unmarried. Chastity had been instilled into Harriet from an early age, both at home and at church. So, despite Algie’s most earnest endeavours, he had never so much as managed to unfasten one button of her blouse, nor lifted her skirt more than eight inches above her ankle without a vehement protest and an indignant thump. It was, of course, her figure which was the sole attraction, since her face was her least alluring feature.

After a twenty minute walk, Algie strolled up the entry that lay between Eli Meese’s drapery shop and his neighbour, and tapped on the door. Priscilla, Harriet’s older sister, a school teacher who was manifestly destined for eternal spinsterdom, answered it. Facially, she was unfortunate enough to resemble Harriet but, even more regrettably, not in figure. Her crooked lips stretched into a thin smile, yet her eyes, the most attractive feature in her face, creased into a welcoming warmth as she led him into the parlour.

You can buy A Country Girl from Amazon and is available to buy from good bookshops.