Hello readers! I’m pleased to be part of blog tour for The Honeysuckle Dream by Kate Frost, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources. Check out book details in this post.
The Honeysuckle Dream ( The Butterfly Storm #3)by Kate Frost Publication Date: 27th July 2019 Genre: Women’s fiction; Romance
Two men. Three decades. One decision.
Pregnant at nineteen from an affair with a married man, Leila goes against her parents’ wishes. Alone in an unfamiliar city, a fresh start is terrifying.
Leila struggles to navigate between being a single working mum, new friendships, and her bad choices in men. The heartache of past mistakes haunts her. Disillusioned, lonely, and with a fractured mother-daughter relationship, she swaps the vices of city life for the peace of the country. Yet new-found happiness is short-lived and old habits return.
Frost writes character-driven women’s fiction and romances, alongside Time Shifters, an award-winning time
travel adventure trilogy for 9-12 year olds. She has a MA in Creative Writing
from Bath Spa University where she’s also taught lifewriting to creative
writing undergraduates. She is the Director of Children’s and Teen events for
Hawkesbury Upton Literature Festival, and she’s the co-founder of Storytale
Festival, the first city-wide children’s book festival in Bristol.
The Honeysuckle Dream is Kate’s ninth book and the third (standalone) novel in her popular The Butterfly Storm series. She lives in Bristol with her husband, son, and Frodo, their cute Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.
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Hello readers! Today is my stop during the blog tour for XYZ by William Knight, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources, and I’m sharing a snippet from the book below. I hope that pick your interest in this general fiction filled with humor.
XYZ by William Knight Publication Date: 2nd September 2019 Genre: General Fiction / humour
Jack Cooper is a depressed, analogue throwback; a cynical, alcoholic Gen-Xer whose glory days are behind him. He’s unemployed, his marriage has broken down, he’s addicted to internet hook-ups, and is deeply ashamed of his son Geronimo, who lives life dressed as a bear.
When Jack’s daughter engineers a job for him at totally-lit tech firm Sweet, he’s confronted by a Millennial and Zoomer culture he can’t relate to. He loathes every detail – every IM, gif and emoji – apart from Freya, twenty years his junior and addicted to broadcasting her life on social media.
Can Jack evolve to fit in at Sweet, or will he remain a dinosaur stuck in the 1980s? And will he halt his slide into loneliness and repair his family relationships?
XYZ is for every Gen-Xer who ever struggled with a device, and for everyone else who loves emojis … said no one ever.
Jack Cooper reminisces on what went wrong for the computer industry and his own career.
Background: Our hero, Jack Cooper is a 55
year-old computer genius, but he’s lost his way. In this scene, from the
prologue, he’s reminiscing on what was, and what might have been, for both his
career and the computer industry.
When my mum threw a party to celebrate my
leaving home to go to university, my aunt came up to me, holding a prawn
cocktail in a wine glass, and said, “Computers, that’s the new thing isn’t it?”
She got it. I was part of a small wave of
silicon-brained cool kids that was destined to become a tsunami. My generation
was going to make the world a better place and in record time. We had ideas of
perfect information, total transparency, evidence-based-government and
university for all. We were the builders of Utopia and the founders of global
prosperity. We were Gods.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said.
I hadn’t then realised the destiny for
which I was headed. It was nothing more than fun. Fun to spend 10p on a video
game and bash the console into submission. Fun to program pretty patterns on a
screen and load games from a floppy disk, and fun to be part of the BBC’s Micro
Live phenomenon, when the broadcaster sponsored its own computer as part of its
remit to educate the masses.
And it remained fun until it became a trap,
when computers ceased to be the promise of progress and instead became the terrorists
of truth. Somewhere along the way, I turned from God of Silicon to an
anorak-wearing dweeb, and from dweeb to a lonely fifty-five-year-old bastard.
One at the end of his career, hopelessly out of touch, and unable to operate
his own phone.
is British born writer and technologist currently living and working in
Wellington, New Zealand. He’s chased a portfolio career which began in acting,
progressed to music, flirted with handbag manufacturing and was eventually
wired into technology in the late nineties.
“I had my first feature published in Computing magazine back in 2003 and
subsequently wrote about the many successes and failings of high-tech for the
Guardian, Financial Times and the BBC among many others publications. I now
work as an IT consultant, and write blistering content for technology firms
:-)” says William
The Donated (formerly Generation), his debut novel and a Sci-tech Thriller,
started in 2001 and was ten years in development. XYZ, “A mid-life crisis with
a comic vein”, took far less time. “But I think it’s funnier and better. Yay.
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responsible for despatch or delivery of the prize.
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
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.
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
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
“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
“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.
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.
Hello Readers! Today is my stop during the blog tours for The Giving Heart by Toni Blake, a small town contemporary romance by Toni Blake. Check out more about this Christmas read that you would like to add to your TBR. Don’t forget to enter giveaway, the link is below.
Title: The Giving Heart Author: Toni Blake Series: Summer Island, #2 Genre: Contemporary Romance; Small Town Romance Imprint: HQN Books On-sale date: October 29, 2019 Price: $7.99 USD / $10.99 CAD Format: Mass Market Paperback ISBN: 9781335505057
Spend a white Christmas on Summer Island, where the fires are warm and the romance is hotter
Lila Sloan wonders why she ever thought house-sitting for her sister Meg on the remote Summer Island was a good idea. And to make matters worse, local real estate developer Beck Grainger is trying to cut down the beautiful trees that line the property. Lila can’t let this happen; Meg will never forgive her.
Beck can understand Lila’s anger—sort of. The trees are actually on the neighboring property, and the land was zoned for development months ago, so his plans were no secret. But he dislikes being at odds with his friend’s sister, especially because Lila is appealing in every way: loyal, quick-witted and completely stunning.
Lila hates that she’s so attracted to Beck, who seems like a genuinely good man, despite his tree-murdering tendencies. And their chemistry is off the charts. She just wishes he’d let this development go. As Summer Island counts down to a snowy Christmas, Lila and Beck will have to strike a compromise that seems impossible for them both—or risk losing the best thing either of them has ever had.
Five long, cold minutes later a
tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a winter coat with blue jeans and some
weird, worn, leathery sort of cowboy hat on his head came walking down from the
direction of West Bluff. Despite herself, and for the first time ever in her
life, she found herself envying work boots like the ones he had on because they
appeared so sturdy and dry. She braced herself for a fight.
When she looked up at him, two
things struck her simultaneously. First, he was ridiculously handsome—with dark
hair peeking out from beneath that dumb hat, and dark stubble on his chiseled
jaw to match. And second, his warm brown eyes wore that same confused, cautious
look as the man on the bulldozer’s as he said, “I’m Beck Grainger. And…there
seems to be some sort of problem here?”
Lila drew back. This was Beck
Grainger? Who Meg had spoken of so fondly? And even Suzanne, too, during their
short visit yesterday, had mentioned him as a friend. Meg had told her he’d
been interested in dating Suzanne and she’d declined, but they both still
thought he was a great guy.
“Well, I’m Lila Sloan,” she said.
“And yes, there’s a problem. I’m not letting you destroy Meg’s property value
Beck Grainger’s dark eyebrows shot
up beneath his leathery brim. “You’re Meg’s sister?”
She gave a terse, crisp nod.
The handsome man sighed, shifting
his weight from one work boot to the other. “Look, no one is trying to destroy
anyone’s property value. And I assumed Meg knew about this. It’s not a secret.
It was brought publicly before the town council and zoned for residential use
back in the spring.”
Ugh. None of this was good news. But
Lila was certain Meg didn’t know. Her sister had been dealing with a lot this
past year and perhaps hadn’t been paying attention to island business. They’d
actually discussed these very woods over the Thanksgiving table last week,
recalling how they’d played here as children when their grandmother was still
alive and running the place. Meg said that a couple of years ago she’d crossed
the stream to plant some shade-loving trillium and blue cranesbill among the
trees, and that the small blooms had added color visible from the patio each of
the last two summers. Meg loved and valued these trees. And Lila brimmed with
anger that no one had made Meg aware of this—but that was neither here nor
there. “I can assure you she doesn’t know.”
The handsome man’s brow narrowed
skeptically. “Well, if it’s a problem for her, why didn’t she just pick up the
phone and call me?”
“Because she’s away right
now—traveling. And even if she were here, she wouldn’t have known you were the
person to call. And maybe she would have done something sensible—because Meg is
definitely sensible—like contact someone on the town council. But I, being less
sensible and more rash, took a more direct approach. Meg left me in charge of
the inn while she’s away—and I can’t let you do this. I just can’t.”
The tilt of Beck Grainger’s handsome
head told her he was going to try reasoning with her. “You know, it’s not gonna
be that bad. Luxury homes. With big yards. They’ll fit into the landscape.” He
even ended the sentence with a wink. Was he serious? Given what Lila had been
through recently, he was definitely barking up the wrong tree with an elitist
suggestion that rich people made better neighbors.
“I don’t care what you’re building—you’re doing it at the expense of my sister’s inn. People stay here because of the ambiance and atmosphere. They stay here to listen to crickets in the trees and see fireflies blinking in the woods. We played in these trees as kids. They’ve been growing here since…well, since before Summer Island was even Summer Island. I can’t let you tear them down.”
USA Today bestselling author Toni Blake’s love of writing began when she won an essay contest in the fifth grade. Since then, she has written over twenty contemporary romance novels. Her books have received the National Readers’ Choice Award, the Booksellers’ Best Award, her work has been excerpted in Cosmopolitan, and she has been nominated for a RITA Award. Toni lives with her husband in Northern Kentucky.
Hello readers! It is publication day for The Final Trail today, so in the celebrations of this intriguing crime thriller by AA Abbot , I’m pleased to be part of cover reveal of the this latest book in series. Check out the book details and the cover in this post.
The Final Trial by AA Abbot Publication Date: 28th Oct 2019 Genre: crime thrillers
Family feuds just got bloodier…
A gripping thriller, and a great story of death, revenge and vodka.
To save glamorous Kat White’s life, Ben Halloran killed his gangster father. Now his brother wants to even the score.
The gripping Trail series of British crime thrillers reaches its dramatic conclusion in this compelling page turner.
Now the cover….
THE LAST EDITION OF TENSE CRIME THRILLER SERIES SET IN BIRMINGHAM RECEIVES CITY CENTRE LAUNCH
Birmingham has well and truly been put on the crime thriller map with the success of the TV series Peaky Blinders but for bookworms amongst us the popular Trail Series has long brought readers into the modern day 21st century with its tense storylines, murder and intrigue set in and around the city.
The Trail series features a vodka business, a cancer cure and obsessive killers. Every book is a good read in its own right – each is a great crime story with terrific twists to keep the tension mounting – but together, they follow the same characters over several years.
The Trail series author AA Abbott also known as Helen Blenkinsop, has been compared with the likes of Ruth Rendell, John Grisham and Jeffrey Archer. She lived and studied in Birmingham for nearly 20 years and her passion and love for the city became the inspiration for the Trail series.
Now, after four successful editions the last storyline will be revealed in the publication of THE FINAL TRAIL which will be launched in Birmingham on 28th October.
In the last book …
“Glamorous Kat White has built a successful craft vodka brand in Birmingham, but she has an uneasy relationship with her business partner, Marty Bridges. Her mother had previously supplied with poisonous vodka. Marty doesn’t trust Kat, resents having to depend on her for commercial success, and isn’t thrilled that his eldest son wants to marry her. That’s not his biggest problem, though. He’s trying to develop a cancer drug with Kat’s brother, Erik, and it’s draining money he doesn’t have. Just as he finds an investor with pockets deep enough to fund their research, Erik is lured to the former Soviet Union and thrown into jail. Meanwhile, Ben Halloran, who killed his father to save Kat’s life, is faced with the twin risks of a murder charge and his brother’s deep-seated desire for revenge. Can Ben escape with his life and liberty? And can Marty save both Erik and his business – and learn to trust Kat?”
What author says…
Helen said “I’ve been writing about these amazing characters for over 5 years, so you can imagine, they have become a part of my life. It’s been a great journey and they have come through so many storylines that it feels right for them to achieve their dreams at last.”
Most of the action in THE FINAL TRAIL takes place across the city and features the famous Rose Villa Tavern and 1,000 Trades in the Jewellery Quarter; The Mailbox, home to the BBC in Birmingham, Holloway Head by the famous Pagoda Island and locations in Harborne and Edgbaston.
Helen added “It’s going to be very sad to launch the last book as the stories and characters have built up such a following but it will give me the opportunity to weave new and exciting tales – I have so many ideas buzzing in my head.” THE FINALTRAIL is a perfect read for those who like a fast-paced crime thriller combined with suspense, humour and plot twists. It’s ideal to take away on holiday and provides a great read during the autumn/winter nights.
THE FINALTRAIL will be available to order from Amazon in e-book, paperback and dyslexia-friendly format from Monday 28th October 2019.