Sunday, 24 June 2018

Blog Tour - The Cornish Village School

Today I am absolutely thrilled to be part of the Blog Tour for 'The Cornish Village School' by 'Kitty Wilson.' 
I also have an extract to share with you.
Publication date 11th June 2018
About the book
Rosy Winter is definitely not looking for love
Following heartbreak, Rosy has rebuilt her life in the beautiful Cornish village of Penmenna. Now, headmistress of the local school, she is living by The Rule: no dating anyone in the village. Easy right? But Rosy Winter has a new neighbour, handsome gardener Matt. 

In Penmenna for his new gardening TV show, this guy next door will do everything he can to persuade her to break her rule and win her heart. Meanwhile, Penmenna Village School is threatened with closure and it’s up to Rosy to rally the local community and #SaveOurSchool. Can she bring her worlds together and accept help from the most unlikely of sources? One thing’s for sure… she won’t be giving up without a fight. 

This heartwarming romance is perfect for fans of Tilly Tennant, Holly Martin and A. L. Michael.

About the author
Kitty Wilson has lived in Cornwall for the last twenty-five years having been dragged there, against her will, as a stroppy teen. She is now remarkably grateful to her parents for their foresight and wisdom - and that her own children aren’t as hideous. She spends most of her time welded to the keyboard or hiding out at the beach and has a penchant for very loud music, equally loud dresses and romantic heroines who speak their mind.

Twitter: @KittyWilson23 

My review
That attractive cover caught my eye and instantly I knew I had to read this! I am so glad I did, it made me so happy.  It really is such a beautiful story. I absolutely adored everything about this book! The characters, location etc where just so perfect! Especially the character Matt! You will fall in love with him! 

Chapter Five
‘Look, your bag is there, but I’ve got to get off now before the train leaves. I love you lots. Try and remember to be human—’
‘Oh, do fuck off!’
‘I’m going, but seriously, I’m not around the corner any more. Remember that last anger management woman, she was helpful, what did she say? Try and wait patiently in queues, smile if people ask you for your autograph— Ow!’ Matt quickly sidestepped Angelina’s swipe at his legs and grinned. ‘And try and keep person-to-person violence as low as possible. Nil, ideally!’ Laughing now, he started to back away down the train corridor as she swatted at him as if he were a particularly persistent mosquito.
‘I don’t think you understand how difficult my life is,’ his sister shouted after him. He could hear the smirk in her voice.
‘Oh, I do! Love you!’
‘The world is full of idiots!’
Matt speed-walked away, as years of experience had taught him to. He couldn’t help but notice the peaceful nature of the station as he headed for the exit. Posters advertising surfing on the north coast and tours of moors dotted the walls, with a card for Jonny’s Mackerel Trips and a mobile phone number. A seagull flew under the cast-iron bridge that straddled the tracks and was followed by three more, cawing messages back and forth, planning their next picnic. If he were in London he would have been menaced by a one-legged, one-eyed psychotic-looking pigeon by now, and the posters would be reminders about unattended luggage and Tube strikes.
He left the platform and headed out of the tiny station, just in time to hear Angelina’s squawk outdo even the gulls.
‘Seriously, are there no conductors on this bloody train?’ Her voice was one that could carry.
He adored his younger sister. She had always been the spoilt baby of the family and that had contributed to the person that she had become. Matt and Angelina had lost their parents when they were still very young. Their mother had been widowed soon after Angelina’s birth and then, plagued with grief-induced depression, had eventually taken her own life when Matt had been eighteen. A difficult age at the best of times but to lose his mother in such a fashion had been more than devastating. He was just old enough to take responsibility for his sister but not really old enough to understand the enormity of his choice. It had been a steep learning curve.
He knew that he had a tendency to worry that Angelina may take the same path, and found that throughout her childhood, and still as an adult, he was constantly checking for any signs that she was struggling with mental health issues and was unable to ask him for help. This perpetual fear was his mother’s legacy and as yet there was no shred of evidence that Angelina was anything other than over-indulged with a love for the dramatic, but still that worry was there, niggling and ever-present.
Immediately after their bereavement he had retreated into a world of his own creation, finding solace in the allotment his mother had taken on and dragging Angelina there in all kinds of weather. He would lose himself in soil and seedlings, digging and weeding, and Angelina, who had no interest in any of it, would be overindulged by a whole posse of gardeners who showered her with colouring books, cupcakes and adoration. If she hadn’t known how to play to an audience before, she very soon did.
Somehow they had managed to grow into well-rounded adults.
Matt smiled again as he pondered this. ‘Well-rounded’ may be a bit of a stretch for Angelina, but she was a devil of his own making and she did have her good side. As the baby of the family, a cute freckled curly-haired eight-year-old, and all he had left, she had been spoilt rotten by both him and the allotment crew, his grief channelled into making life as easy as possible for her. With the inheritance his mother had left them, Matt had not just been able to feed them and maintain the family home, but he had been able to make sure his baby sister had wanted for nothing. He had overindulged her, laughed at her extremes and failed to chastise her even when she would throw stones at his head. Which she did with frequency.
He had, in fact, created a monster, but a much-loved one. A monster that had gone on to astonishing success as a person famous for being famous and not much else. Terribly short skirts, complicated hair and no apparent cut-off point seemed all that was necessary. And she was pulling in more money than anyone could have dreamt of.
As he approached his car he watched as Scramble, with paws on the driver’s-side window, leapt onto the passenger side where he pretended to be snoring. Scramble then did his whole oh-I’ll-just-have-a-stretch-after-my-doze routine before yapping a hello as Matt unlocked the door.
‘Hmm, despite all your protests I think you and my sister have far too much in common!’ As he scuffled the dog’s messy head, Matt glimpsed his boots on the floor of the car and decided to head straight to work. Every time he had been to Penmenna Hall it had been full of people. For him to get a solid idea of where he
wanted to take things, how he wanted to shape them, he preferred silence, and from there things would begin to make sense.
Working in the allotment after his bereavement hadn’t just provided focus for his grief but had gone on to shape his whole adult life. His younger self wouldn’t have considered becoming a gardener but that was exactly what he had done, very successfully.
In his early twenties he had won a place as apprentice to the famous French plantsman, Jean-Jacques La Binette, and under his tutelage had been involved in designing gardens across the world: New York, Hong Kong, London. However, leaving Angelina under the care of family friends for extended periods as he worked abroad hadn’t felt right so with Jean-Jacques’ support and the last of the inheritance he had started his own consultancy – one in which he not only designed but implemented his ideas. Over the years he had, according to magazines, gained a reputation for ‘bold new design combined with encyclopaedic knowledge and endless charm’. He wasn’t sure about the end bit but the rest he quite liked. The solitary nature of his work appealed deeply but as his reputation grew, a host of wealthy clients scrabbled for his creative stamp on their gardens and he spent less and less time by himself. 
Indeed, his clients had developed a tendency to follow him around offering refreshments and, well, all sorts. They seemed to be particularly present, some armed with camera phones, when he was digging. The nature of the work meant he’d have to be all gung-ho and shirtless, and whilst it had amused him when he was in his twenties, as he got older he began to feel resentful and a little bit grubby.

Saturday, 23 June 2018

Blog Tour - The Cottage on Sunshine Beach

Publication date 22nd June 2018
About the book 
The stunning new summer story from the bestselling author of Summer at Buttercup Beach. Step into the delightful seaside village of Sandcastle Bay, where you’ll discover golden sand, welcoming smiles and an unforgettable romance…
Melody Rosewood loves her new home in idyllic Sandcastle Bay. The beautiful little cottage on the edge of Sunshine Beach, with its bright yellow door and view of the sea has captured her heart. And she loves being close by to her family and best friend Tori Graham

Life by the sea is pretty much perfect, there’s just one thing missing…

Gorgeous Jamie Jackson, with his cheeky grin and adorable puppy, works as a sculptor opposite Melody’s jewellery shop. From the moment he and Melody meet sparks fly. But despite their instant attraction, a past heartache is holding Jamie back.

As Melody starts to make a life for herself in the close-knit, quirky seaside community, she realises Jamie could be the one for her. But as the two of them take a chance on romance, it’s one dating disaster after another. Are they destined to always be just good friends? 

Or will Melody finally find her happily-ever-after in Sandcastle Bay?

A perfect, feel-good summer read that will make you want to escape to the beach for a romantic day in the sun. If you enjoy reading Sarah Morgan, Jenny Oliver and Lucy Diamond this book is for you.

About the author 
Holly lives in a little white cottage by the sea. She studied media at university which led to a very glitzy career as a hotel receptionist followed by a even more glamorous two years working in a bank. The moment that one of her colleagues received the much coveted carriage clock for fifteen years’ service was the moment when she knew she had to escape. She quit her job and returned to university to train to be a teacher. Three years later, she emerged wide eyed and terrified that she now had responsibility for the development of thirty young minds. She taught for four years and then escaped the classroom to teach history workshops, dressing up as a Viking one day and an Egyptian High Priestess the next. But the long journeys around the UK and many hours sat on the M25 gave her a lot of time to plan out her stories and she now writes full time, doing what she loves.
Holly has been writing for 8 years. She was shortlisted for the New Talent Award at the Festival of Romance. Her short story won the Sunlounger competition and was published in the Sunlounger anthology. She won the Carina Valentine’s competition at the Festival of Romance 2013 with her novel The Guestbook. She was shortlisted for Best Romantic Read, Best eBook and Innovation in Romantic Fiction at the Festival of Romance 2014. She is the bestselling author of 18 books

Follow her on Twitter @HollyMAuthor

My Review
Oh my! This is another absolutely fantastic read by Holly! Everything about the book is just stunning, especially that gorgeous cover, from the minute I seen it I was so excited to read it! The location was beautiful, I loved it, what I would give for a walk around it! 

It was so good to find out more about Melody and Jamie and really get to know them. They are fabulous characters! I also really enjoyed catching up with the other characters and seeing what they were doing now and what was next for them.

The romance in this is jam packed and sizzling hot and there is plenty of laugh out loud moments.

Once you start reading this you will fall in love and not be able to put it down.

My favourite book of the year so far!