#BlitzTour #Excerpt : The Cornish Secret of Summer's Promise by Laura Briggs @rararesources @PaperDollWrites

Hello readers! I’m really excited to be part the blitz for The Cornish Secret of Summer’s Promise by Laura Briggs on it’s release day. The blitz is organized by Rachel’s Random Resources. Check out excerpt and giveaway details in this post.

The Cornish Secret of Summer’s Promise by Laura Briggs
Publication Date: 15th January 2020
Standalone Fourth book of a series
Genre: Romance / chick lit

Synopsis:

As spring slips away from the hotel Penmarrow, excitement builds for an exclusive auction hosted at the hotel, featuring priceless possessions from a Hollywood actress turned lady of the manor, including her famous diamonds. Celebrities and collectors form a crowd that is keeping Maisie and the rest of staff busy, even as Maisie faces a crossroads for her manuscript.

But when the diamonds are stolen and Sidney is accused by the authorities, Maisie’s dilemma as a writer is pushed aside out of fear that his future in Port Hewer is in jeopardy. Desperation to prove that someone else is behind the theft will lead Maisie to uncover a very different secret outside of jewel thieves and village rumors … one that could change her life and her future forever.

Can Maisie deal with the latest secrets exposed — including those that paint Sidney’s past in a questionable light? And as summer’s dawn alters her idyllic life in Cornwall, will Maisie’s feelings for Sidney change as well?

Excerpt:

*** The fourth installment in ‘A Little Hotel in Cornwall’ series it continues the adventures of aspiring novelist Maisie, who finds inspiration working ‘across the Pond’ at a historic hotel in Cornwall. The following scene shows a brief exchange between Maisie and her would-be love interest, the handsome and enigmatic local groundskeeper Sidney Daniels. ***

Sidney and another guest were wrestling down a large red-and-white striped beach umbrella as I approached. As Sidney hopped down from the running board, he flashed me a grin.

His roguish smile does funny things to my heart, and I know he’s aware of it, though we both pretend it’s not the case. I could see that Sidney was in the mood for mischief today, from his carefree manners to his carelessly-buttoned shirt, his hair in need of a comb — not to mention his jaw in need of a shave. As the caretaker of the vicarage grounds, he didn’t feel the need to dress to the nines or adhere to a strict shaving schedule every morning, I had noticed.

“Did you surf all night with the hotel’s guests?” I asked, arms crossed as I smiled back.

“I gave them a ride here from the beach,” he said. “It’s a habit in the spring and summer, when the tourists come sweeping into Port Hewer. I think of it as a Good Samaritan’s gesture — though I generally won’t turn down a pound to cover the petrol.”

From the back seat, Kip’s head emerged, the little one-eyed terrier greeting me with a string of sharp barks until he had my attention. He wagged his tail madly.

“You’re an itinerant taxi driver, are you?” I said to Sidney.

“Just call me the chauffer,” said Sidney, sticking an old cap on his head from the driver’s seat and dusting off some stray biscuit crumbs. “Hop in,” he said, opening the front passenger door for me. “You’re going into town, aren’t you?”

“How’d you know?” I asked.

“You’ve a purse with you and a cardigan, which are hardly standard issue for maids on duty at English hotels,” said Sidney. “I’ve never been to America. Perhaps they do things differently?”

I ignored the humor in both his smile and his words. “I’m not sure I can afford the fare to the village,” I said. “What are the rates for this questionable taxi of yours?” I kicked one of its tires for show.

“For you, I’ll wave the usual pound,” he said. “Consider it a gesture of friendship.”

He closed the door for me as I climbed in, leaning against its open window momentarily with his arms crossed in its frame. This put us closer together, and I felt the strength of his arms with only a glance, and felt the spark in his eyes strike to life something deeper in me again. Amazing how quickly only a little bit of encouragement can ignite something which threatens to catch the whole place aflame.

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Author Bio:

Laura Briggs is the author of several feel-good romance reads, including the Top 100 Amazon UK seller ‘A Wedding in Cornwall’. She has a fondness for vintage style dresses (especially ones with polka dots), and reads everything from Jane Austen to modern day mysteries. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with family and friends, caring for her pets, gardening, and seeing the occasional movie or play.

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Giveaway  – 3 Winners to win a ‘surprise’ three-dimensional pop-up card & receive a digital copy of Book One, A Little Hotel in Cornwall. (Open INT)

Each winner will receive a ‘surprise’ three-dimensional pop-up card handcrafted by an Etsy artist and bearing a clue about the next book in Laura Briggs’ Cornish romance series. The winners will also receive a digital copy of Book One, A Little Hotel in Cornwall.

*Terms and Conditions –Worldwide entries welcome.  Please enter using the Rafflecopter box below.  The winner will be selected at random via Rafflecopter from all valid entries and will be notified by Twitter and/or email. If no response is received within 7 days then Rachel’s Random Resources reserves the right to select an alternative winner. Open to all entrants aged 18 or over.  Any personal data given as part of the competition entry is used for this purpose only and will not be shared with third parties, with the exception of the winners’ information. This will passed to the giveaway organiser and used only for fulfilment of the prize, after which time Rachel’s Random Resources will delete the data.  I am not responsible for despatch or delivery of the prize.

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#BlogTour #Excerpt : Outreach by Shelly Berry @ShellyBerryUK @rararesources

Hello readers! Today is mt stop during the blog tour for Outreach by Shelly Berry, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources . Check out the book details and excerpt in this post.

Outreach by Shelly Berry
Publication Date: 28 September 2019
Genre: Contemporary Fiction

Synopsis:

When Emily was offered a new job in London, she was sure that her life was about to change – new friends, a career in the big city and the boyfriend she always wanted.

Her new life turns out to be more complicated than she expected. Her flat mates don’t understand her. Her colleagues mock everything about her. Even her father doesn’t support her. The only person who offers her any encouragement is David.

He’s married. He’s her manager. To Emily it’s clear that they have something special. As their relationship develops, everyone seems to want to sabotage their chances.

But some things are meant to be…

Excerpt:

Feeling ridiculed and isolated at the Christmas party, Emily finds herself sat outside in the cold, crying and alone – until David appears

The wooden decking was slippery with a coating of winter drizzle. Tentatively I picked my way through the revellers outside, shivering in groups or glued to their phones as they smoked. Spotting an oversized planter by the window, I pushed past a couple immersed in each other’s embrace and perched on its edge. Tears were falling freely down my face, but nobody noticed. Nobody cared. A new wave of self-pity deepened my sobs.

“Emily?”

I didn’t need to look up to see who it was. And I certainly didn’t want him to see how upset I was. As I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand David sat next to me, wobbling slightly as he balanced on the narrow rim. I glanced at his knees, almost touching mine. His forearm was resting on his lap, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. He lifted it towards me.

“You want a drag? I’d offer you one but I had to skag this one off someone else.”

I shook my head vigorously before taking a peek at his face. His earlier joviality had disappeared. His blue eyes searched my own blankly. I dared to stare back at them for a moment before looking back down at the floor, wishing desperately that he was easier to read. I heard the tobacco crackle as he pulled on his cigarette. He was so close to me that I could hear his breath as he exhaled.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to try some amateur psychoanalysis on you?”

My response was half laugh, half sob. As I put my hand over my mouth, I felt David’s hand on my shoulder.

“Christ, Em, I know it was a bad joke but I didn’t think it was that bad.”

I managed a giggle in return and looked at him again. His face had softened, his eyes smiling. I felt a pang of guilt as it hit me how much seeing my tears had upset him.

“Sorry,” I stammered. David raised his eyebrows.

“Sorry? What for?”

I pointed at my damp face. His frown was exaggerated, clown-like.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s a Christmas do. Someone’s got to have an emotional meltdown, right?”

I giggled again.

“I was starting to worry that I was going to have to do the honours. I thought it was Fran’s turn but even my best attempts to wind her up didn’t crack that nut.”

His mouth broke into a smile as I laughed some more. He released my shoulder to push his hair out of his face.

“That’s better. Now, tell your Uncle Dave what’s up.”

I shrugged and looked down at my hands, my laughter fading.

“Oh, it’s nothing…”

“No, it isn’t. Now spit it out.” He elbowed me softly as he spoke, his warm smile encouraging me. I took a deep breath.

“Okay, well…” I bit my lip and looked up at him through my eyelashes. He nodded his encouragement. “It’s Fran. If she isn’t criticising me then she’s making fun of me. You should have heard her just then.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, almost tripping each other up in their haste. David’s eyebrows drew together.

“Really? Why, what was she saying?”

I hesitated for a moment, suddenly unsure whether telling my manager, our manager, was the best way to deal with Fran. But it wasn’t just our manager; it was David.

“She was making comments about what I was wearing.” Involuntarily I sniffed. “I know I’m not exactly cool or anything, but…”

“Hey, hey, enough of that.” This time his arm was around my shoulders, squeezing me. “No more tears, okay? And, you know what? There’s nothing wrong with how you dress. I mean, just because Fran chooses to dress like a skinhead stuck in the seventies doesn’t mean that you have to.”

I covered my face with my hand as I snorted another laugh.

“Okay?” He squeezed me again. I looked at his eyes. They were so close to mine, my face so close to his. I felt my stomach lurch with excitement.

“Okay,” I whispered, my gaze not leaving his, willing him to kiss me. He stared back for what felt like an eternity before his eyes flickered away. His arm fell away from me, taking with it the heat of his body. I followed his gaze as it scanned the scene in front of us. A handful of hardcore smokers were still gathered by the door, huddled together like penguins. Suddenly I was all too aware of the bitterness in the air around me. David put his hands on his knees and pushed himself to his feet.

“Good, that’s settled then,” he said, turning to face me as he dug his hands into his pockets. His smile was bright but void of the intimacy I had just felt. I stared at him dumbly.

“Bloody hell it’s cold. I’m going back in. You coming?” He shivered dramatically as he nodded towards the door, his hands still firmly in his pockets. I looked behind me through the window of the pub. The party was in full swing, my colleagues getting louder by the minute as alcohol melted away their inhibitions. But not completely. Even in his inebriated state, David wasn’t about to admit his feelings for me here, not with the entire service looking on. I turned to him. He grinned back before striding over to the door. He swung it open and waved his hand through grandly.

“Ladies first.” He nodded his head in a small bow as he spoke. I stood up and gingerly walked towards him, unsteadied by heels and wine. As I approached him I glanced up at his face. Meeting my gaze his smile intensified, deepening his dimples. I smiled back before walking into the pub, my head bowed, not with embarrassment, but to hide the joy that was illuminating my face.

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Author Bio:

Shelly Berry lives in Waltham Forest, London. Having gained a BA Joint Honours Degree in Visual Art and Sociology at Keele University and a Diploma in Therapeutic Counselling, she has since worked in the public sector with vulnerable adults and children – including those affected by mental illness, drug and alcohol misuse, disability, criminal behaviour, homelessness and domestic and sexual abuse. During this time, Shelly developed and nurtured her love of writing. As well as writing fiction, she has previously written for a number of blogs and now writes for the Waltham Forest Echo.

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Author Photo credit Bianca Kirby.

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#BookBlitz #Excerpt : Relatively Strange (Strange Series Book 1) by Marilyn Messik #RelativelyStrange @marilyn_messik

Hello Readers! Today I’m happy to shine spotlight on Relatively Strange, first in paranormal series by Marilyn Messik. Check out more details of this relatively but wonderfully strange fascinating story in this post.

Relatively Strange (Strange Series Book 1) by Marilyn Messik
Genre: Paranormal / Psychological Thriller

Synopsis:

Forced to call on resources she didn’t know she possessed and thrust headlong into the violence of a situation for which nothing could have prepared her, Stella’s suddenly face to face with the stark reality of medical experimentation and its horrifying consequences.

But in a world of uncertainties, she’s sure of one thing – this hero stuff really isn’t her. Normal, or as near as damn it is what she wants,  and if that means smothering her instincts and adjusting her expectations well so be it. At least she’ll know should she slip off the wagon occasionally, it’ll be choice not chance, and to suit herself.

Isn’t it a fact though, just when you think you’ve got yourself on track, events can overtake and derail you?

Relatively Strange, the first in the Strange Series introduces Stella; her irreverent sense of humour, the conviction she always knows best and an overdeveloped sense of justice. Throw into the mix a complete  inability to keep her nose out of other people’s business and some serious psi abilities, and results are as unpredictably uncomfortable as you might expect.

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For a short while, we sat and munched our crustless sandwiches in ladylike silence, but clearly it was going to be the usual boring afternoon unless a livelier note was introduced. Luckily, I knew just the person.

“I brought Beady to see you today,” I announced cheerfully “We can play fairies and witches if you like.” My mother paled.

“Who’s Beady then?” asked Stephanie without much interest.

“My invisible friend, haven’t you got one?” Stephanie chewed for a moment or two while she thought.

“No.” she said finally. And there the subject might well have safely languished and died, had it not been for Aunt Cynthia, sticking her oar in. With a light laugh she pointed out that Steph had so many real friends she’d never felt the need to make one up. Well, I’m sorry, but I took umbrage, so would you, so certainly, did Beady.

The little bronze bell next to Auntie Cynthia’s plate suddenly jerked up and swung irritably from side to side. Long and loud it rang – once, twice and then, just as it was sinking slowly down, a third time, for good measure.

“That’ll be Beady.” I said helpfully. Two pairs of horrified eyes fastened on the bell, a third pair, equally horrified, on me. Two mouths fell unattractively open on half-chewed egg and cress, another pursed into an unmistakeable and familiar wait-till-I-get-you-home shape.

And into the following, heavily pregnant pause, strode an irate Irene. A satisfyingly swift response, I felt.  Flushed-faced, breathing hard and divesting herself fiercely of her apron, she was not best pleased and proceeded to put forward a couple of startlingly frank and interesting suggestions as to exactly where Auntie Cynthia could stick her bleeding bell. She went on to suggest that room might also be made there for her frigging airs and graces, her shitty wages, her stinking stew and last but certainly not least, her sodding silver candlesticks, the polishing of which apparently fell into Irene’s regular sphere of activities. Having thus made her feelings abundantly clear and giving a good trample to the abandoned apron for final emphasis, Irene swung neatly on her heel and exited, slamming the dining room door behind her. On an adjacent shelf, one of Aunt Cyn’s precious Capo di Monte pieces teetered. We all watched. I could, of course, have stopped it falling. I chose not to.               

“No,” my mother muttered tersely as we made our way briskly home, “An imaginary friend wasn’t a bad thing as such. However, it was precisely because she was imaginary that people such as Auntie Cynthia,” last seen pouring herself a recuperative glass of sherry with a shaking hand, “Were entitled to be somewhat startled if she suddenly started doing things.”

“But,” I protested, trotting to keep up with her agitated stride and grasping at last with relief exactly wherein lay the problem, “It wasn’t really Beady, it was me.”

“Oh sweetheart, I know.” she said. And she sighed heavily and then, unexpectedly she gave a little snort.

“It’s wasn’t funny..” she said, “And I’m certainly not laughing, young lady.” but inside her head, she kept seeing the gob-smacked faces on Aunt C and Steph and her mouth twitched all the way home, whenever she thought I wasn’t looking.  I don’t remember going round there for tea again.

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About Marilyn Messik

Marilyn was a regular feature and fiction writer for national magazines when her children were small. She set up her first business from home, selling toys, books and party goods, before opening first one shop then another. When she sold both shops, she moved into the world of travel, focusing on B & B’s and Country Inns in New England, USA. Her advisory, planning and booking service flourished and she concurrently launched a publishing company, producing annual, full-colour accommodation guides to the areas. 

In 2007 she set up a copywriting consultancy, to help businesses shape their messages to optimum effect. She’s blogged for The Telegraph online; published the Vintage Ladies Collection; written four Business Books and four Paranormal Thrillers. She’s been married to her very patient husband for more years than he deserves, and they have two children, five grandchildren and, somewhat to their surprise, several granddogs.

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#BookBlitz : False Series by Meli Raine @XpressoTours @meliraineauthor

Hello Readers! I’m pleased to be part of the Blitz tour for False Series by Meli Raine, organized by Xpresso Book Tours . Please check out book details and giveaway in this post.

Book & Author Details:

False Series by Meli Raine 
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Synopsis book 1 -False Memory:

It all started with the bereavement flowers with my name on them.

Not the best way to wake up, right? I work in a flower shop. I know a funeral arrangement when I see one.

I know a killer when I see one, too. And one is standing in my hospital room right now, straight behind the man who saved my life.

I can’t tell anyone the truth, because that’s the fastest way to really die. So I do the next best thing. I “lose” my memory. 

I fake my amnesia.

Pretending not to remember a brutal attempted murder has its perks. The killer is backing down, spending less time around me, loosening the noose.

The less I claim to recall, the more my rescuer, Duff, works to help me “remember.” I hate lying to him.

But he doesn’t understand that my memory is dangerous. To me. And to him.

Fooling everyone isn’t easy. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Except it’s starting to look like I’ve been fooling myself.

In more ways than one.

Read Book 1 in the newest series from USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine.

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Meli Raine originally released her FALSE series exclusively on Apple Books earlier this year. The series is now being released wide, per this schedule:

False Memory  8/15
False Hope  8/31
False Start 9/17

The ebook and audiobooks will simultaneously release on the scheduled dates.

AUTHOR BIO:

Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.

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#BlogTour #Excerpt : Song For a Lost Kingdom by Steve Moretti @Shalini_G26 @morettisteve

Hello Readers! I’m pleased to be part of blog tour for Song for a Lost Kingdom, Book II by Steve Moretti, organized by Digital Reads Blog Tours. Please check out the book details, snippet and book trailer below.

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Lover Never Surrenders
Song for a Lost Kingdom, Book II
by Steve Moretti

Synopsis:

Music is not bound by time.

And Adeena Stuart is not bound by anything that will stop her from saving the man she’s fallen in love with, even though he’s been dead for almost three hundred years.

In Book II of the Song for a Lost Kingdom trilogy, her music provides the portal to to James Drummond who is fighting along side Prince Charles Edward Stuart in the 1746 Jacobite uprising. Though their cause is doomed, and James is destined to die shortly after the Battle of Culloden, Adeena’s determination never wavers.

Left behind in the present, Adeena’s friends and families are equally determined to return her to 2019 before the expanding growth in her head becomes fatal and they lose her forever.

Throughout it all, the music sweeps across those in both the past and present in this novel of history, fantasy, romance and science fiction

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Excerpt:

Adeena collapsed onto the bed in her private chamber at Hamilton Palace. 

The recently widowed Lady Anne Hamilton had shown her to the room and asked a servant to draw her a hot bath. It was the best Christmas present anyone could possibly give her, she thought. The cold from every part of her body ached for the balm of something warm.

A hot bath and clean clothes awaited her and the thought of them made all her pains a bit more tolerable.

When the bath was ready, with fragrant perfume and oils, and most importantly with steaming water, she let herself enjoy the feeling that transcended any bathing experience she had ever had before. It felt like a tiny part of the future had slipped back into the past.

As she closed her eyes she thought of James and about her situation. For anyone knew, she was Katharine Carnegie, sister of George and Sir James Carnegie. Her aunt was Lady Margaret St. Clair, who still fought to retain her hold on Kinnaird Castle against the attainder of her first husband’s estates and titles.

She wondered about Katharine Carnegie. Have I become her? What happened to her or have we somehow switched places in time? Are we the same person, the same soul, the same spirit?

“Lady Katharine?”

It was the servant who had drawn her bath, knocking on the door.

“Yes?”

“When you are complete, I will aid you to dress for dinner. Lady Anne has seated you with the Duke of Perth,” the servant announced through the door. 

“Thank you, I’ll be don.. uh complete, in a few minutes. That work?”

There was a pause. Adeena realized that sometimes her vocabulary confused those around her.

“I will return presently,” she servant responded. 

Presently? Adeena smiled. 

She closed her eyes again. The Duke of Perth, James Drummond – the man who perhaps loved Katharine and perhaps, her. But he seemed to be keeping his distance. He was unlike any man she had ever known in her own time. How much was him and who he was as a person? Or was it just the culture and time they were in – 1745 Scotland?

It was probably impossible to separate the two, and she had no plan for how she could save him from dying a few days after his 33rd birthday, less than five months from today. Stories she had listened to her from her grandmother, about the misery of ‘Ashlynne’ had always gripped Adeena as a moving tale from a far away place and time. But now she was in the story, not just listening to it. 

Adeena had become the woman in her grandmother’s dreams. 

Katharine, not Ashlynne. Determined, not afraid. 

She would change history. 

Or die trying.

Author Bio:

I am an author in Ottawa, Canada. I have a varied background in business, journalism and education.

I love history, and the people who have lived fascinating and sometimes very ordinary lives in extra-ordinary times. I’m drawn to music and the arts, as well as scientific discovery, politics and science fiction, especially time-travel.

My novels combine my interests in stories that put characters within a realistic world that just happens to include elements that challenge our perceptions of reality. 

I am currently completing my first trilogy, Song for a Lost Kingdom, and will be starting a new series in 2020.

Website: https://www.stevemoretti.ca/
email: steve@stevemoretti.ca
Twitter: @morettisteve
Instagram: moretti.steve

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