Cover Reveal - Last Pen Standing

Today I am excited to be part of the cover reveal for 'Last Pen Standing' by 'Vivian Conroy.'

So here is the cover...

Publication date 24th September 2019

Amazon UK

About the book

Will this paper trail run cold?

As the new co-owner of Tundish Montana's stationery shop WANTED, Delta Douglas knows how to organize a killer crafting event. Creativity and cardstock are all she needs to move one step closer to her ultimate dream: developing her own line of crafting products. But on the night of the workshop, at the swanky hotel venue, glitter isn't the only thing found sprawled on the floor. A hotel guest is discovered dead in the bar, and amid the confusion, Delta's best friend is suspected of the crime.

Enlisting the help of her Paper Posse and Spud, her canine sidekick, Delta dives into the investigation. But with many high-powered suspects on the line, Delta soon realizes her sleuthing may come with deadly consequences. 

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Blog Tour - Rachel's Pudding Pantry

Publication date 18th April 2019

Amazon UK

About the book

Step inside Rachel's farmhouse Pudding Pantry, a place where love, laughter and scrumptious bakes bring everyone together.
Primrose Farm is Rachel’s very own slice of heaven. Come rain or shine there’s always a pot of tea brewing by the Aga, the delicious aroma of freshly baked puddings, and a chorus of happy memories drifting through the kitchen.
But the farm is in a spot of trouble. As the daffodils spring, Rachel must plant the seeds of change if she wants to keep the farm afloat, and it’s all resting on a crazy plan. She’ll need one family cook book, her Mum Jill’s baking magic – and a reason to avoid her distractingly gorgeous neighbour, Tom . . .
Swapping their wellies for aprons, can Rachel and Jill bake their way into a brighter future? The proof will be in the pudding!  

About the Author
About the author: Caroline Roberts lives in the wonderful Northumberland countryside with her husband and credits the sandy beaches, castles and rolling hills around her as inspiration for her writing. She enjoys writing about relationships; stories of love, loss and family, which explore how beautiful and sometimes complex love can be. A slice of cake, glass of bubbly and a cup of tea would make her day – preferably served with friends! She believes in striving for your dreams, which led her to a publishing deal after many years of writing. 

My Review
After reading Caroline Robert's previous books I just knew I was in for a real treat with this latest book. I was literally a chapter in and I was hooked. The characters are the loveliest people ever and I really wished I knew them. Not a bad bone in their bodies. Primrose farm would make you want to live on a farm it just sounded so lovely and welcoming and definitely a real family place.  Rachel, Jill and Maisy are so close and its lovely to see them pull together when times are tough and really come through them together. 
Oh and then there is the subject of them delicious recipes, oh my goodness let me tell you my mouth was watering throughout this entire book. Take my advice if your reading this and make sure you have something yummy to eat and satisfy the cravings. I was lucky enough to receive some of the little recipe cards that featured in the book so I cannot wait to get started and make some and taste these beautiful foods! 
I think this is one of my favourite books this year, it is just fabulous and really easy to read and is sure to put a smile on your face. 

An extract from Rachel's Pudding Pantry
Chapter 1
Coming Home to Chocolate Pudding
Heading back down the grassy slope, Rachel caught a glimpse of golden light ablaze over the vista of the Cheviot Hills, the sky above filled with cloudy trails of mauve, grey and orange – the sun set early here in Northumberland in March. Though she’d lived here in this valley all her life, every now and again this landscape with its vast, dramatic beauty simply took her breath away.
Rachel was on the farm’s quad bike, with Moss her faithful border collie on the back, having checked the fields were secure and ready for the new lambs and ewes. Earlier that afternoon, and working with the tractor, she’d put out some hay and bales of straw in large rectangular stacks to provide some shelter for the animals.
She paused for a few seconds looking towards those high hills that rose steadily from the valley where Primrose Farm nestled. Down here at the lower levels, there was grassy pastureland that led to brooks and streams, which ran cold and fresh from the moorland peaks above.
Despite this stunning panorama, there was a biting chill to the wind this evening, especially when you were on the back of the quad. Rachel’s fingerless gloves were no match for the nippy spring weather, and as the sun dipped the temperature cooled even further. It was six o’clock and time to head home to the farm.
She could see the farm’s outbuildings down in the valley; the lights were on in the lambing shed where Simon, their farmhand, would be settling down to work for the night. Beyond that, there was the old barn, which they used mostly for storage nowadays, and a warm welcoming glow came from the honeyed-stone traditional farmhouse where she knew her mum, Jill, and young daughter, Maisy, would be waiting for her.
Rachel couldn’t wait to arrive back and get cosy. She drove down the grassy bank, pausing to close the gate to the farmyard, parked the quad securely for the night, and walked towards the farmhouse porch where, even before opening the door, the sweet, warming smells of home cooking greeted her. Ah, bliss, Mum must have been baking. Rachel wondered what delights awaited her. Jill was a fabulous baker, mostly of the old-school-pudding-and-cake style, and boy were they good. They certainly cheered both stomach and soul, and were just what Rachel needed after a cold day out on the farm.
She took off her green wellington boots in the porch, and then opened the door to the kitchen where the rich chocolatey aromas were truly mouth-watering.
‘Mumm-ee.’ Little Maisy flew across to give Rachel a big hug, her blonde wavy hair bouncing as she ran.
‘Hello love, everything right?’ Jill turned from where she was washing up at the old stone sink to greet her daughter with a warm smile. Jill’s dark brown hair, which she wore in a loose bob, was peppered with grey nowadays.
‘Fine, thanks. So, you’ve been baking again, then?’
‘Yes, felt like getting the old mixer back out.’
‘That’s great,’ Rachel smiled.
It had been a while since Mum had made any of her puddings and cakes, despite her having loved her baking so much. The kitchen had been the hub of so many sweet and scrumptious creations during the whole of Rachel’s childhood. Coming in from school, Rachel would often wonder what pudding delight might be waiting for her. She used to try and guess by the scents that greeted her at the door. Today’s smelt undeniably of cocoa.
‘Ooh yes, it’s the chocolate one,’ Maisy said, as if reading Rachel’s thoughts. ‘I’ve been helping, haven’t I, Grandma?’
Yes, that was the smell she’d recognised, that rich chocolate sponge and sauce. It was one of Rachel’s favourites.
‘You certainly have,’ Jill answered. ‘You’ve been a great little helper . . . been sifting the flour for me and all sorts.’
It was lovely to see the friendship and love so apparent between grandmother and granddaughter. And, it was wonderful that Jill was baking again too, returning step by step to the things she once loved to do.
‘Oh my, I don’t think I can wait. It smells divine, Mum. I’m famished.’
‘Well, supper’s not ready for another half hour yet, I’m cooking a stew,’ said Jill.
‘That sounds great . . . but a whole half hour . . . I couldn’t have a little taste of that pud just now, could I?’ teased Rachel.
It was sitting there, still warm on the kitchen side by the Aga, tempting her. Moss had sniffed it out too, standing tall with his nose to the air, before he settled down, resigned to snooze beneath it.
‘Why don’t we have pudding before dinner, Grandma?’ Maisy asked cheekily, with a big grin.
‘Well, I don’t know about that,’ Jill answered.
Rachel was nodding in time enthusiastically with her daughter now.
‘Pretty please?’ Maisy’s grin widened.
‘You’d have to be sure to eat all your dinner, mind . . .’
Jill’s resolve was weakening, ‘But well, maybe just this once, why not.’
‘Yay! Yesss!’ they cried out. The three generations of Swinton girls started giggling together. And, it was lovely to hear laughter back in the farmhouse once more.
‘Come on, then.’ Jill organised some dessert bowls and spoons, and dished out three portions for them, pouring over some of the spare dark and glossy chocolate sauce she’d made, with a swirl of double cream to finish.
They sat together at the old pine table that had been the focus of many a family meal and celebration over the years – Christmases, birthdays, anniversaries – where they’d shared stories of their days and lives, and of late where they had shared their tears. It was the very same table where Rachel had sat as a little girl herself, and it was very much at the heart of their farmhouse home.  Now, watching her young daughter sat next to Mum, digging into the delicious homemade pudding, was the most comforting sight and made Rachel feel all warm inside.
There were soon plenty of ‘Umms’ and ‘Ahhs’ coming from Rachel and Maisy as they tucked in with delight. The pudding melted in the mouth, with rich cocoa-sweet flavours.
‘Thank you, this is wonderful, Mum,’ Rachel said.
It felt like a big move in the right direction for Jill, and for their newly shaped family. For a while now, the laughter had stopped, and her mum had stopped her baking too, saying that it hardly seemed worth it. There had been, still was, this huge, gaping hole in their lives . . . yet, slowly but surely, they were trying, and beginning, to knit it back together.
 

Blog Tour - Amazing Grace

Publication date 10th April 2019

Amazon UK

About the book
She’s taking her life back, one step at a time…

Grace thought she had it all. Living in the beautiful village of Little Ollington, along with head teacher husband Mark and gorgeous son, Archie, she devoted herself to being the perfect mum and the perfect wife, her little family giving her everything she ever wanted. 

Until that fateful day when she walked in on Mark kissing his secretary - and her perfect life fell apart.

Now she's a single mum to Archie, trying to find her way in life and keep things together for his sake. Saturday nights consist of a Chinese takeaway eaten in front of the TV clad in greying pyjamas, and she can’t remember the last time she had a kiss from anyone aside from her dog, Becks… 

Grace’s life needs a shake up – fast. So when gorgeous gardener Vinnie turns up on her doorstep, his twinkling eyes suggesting that he might be interested in more than just her conifers, she might just have found the answer to her prayers. But as Grace falls deeper for Vinnie, ten-year-old Archie fears that his mum finding love means she’ll never reconcile with the dad he loves. 

So when ex-husband Mark begs her for another chance, telling her he’s changed from the man that broke her heart, Grace finds herself with an impossible dilemma. Should she take back Mark and reunite the family that Archie loves? Or risk it all for a new chance of happiness? 

A funny, feel good romance about finding your own path and changing your life for the better – readers of Cathy Bramley, Jill Mansell and Josie Silver will love this uplifting read.

Purchase Links
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2MIAM7k
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2GeKm0D
Apple: https://apple.co/2MMvJD2

About the Author
Kim Nash lives in Staffordshire with son Ollie and English Setter Roni, is PR & Social Media Manager for Bookouture and is a book blogger at www.kimthebookworm.co.uk. 

Kim won the Romantic Novelists Association's Media Star of the Year in 2016, which she still can't quite believe. She is now quite delighted to be a member of the RNA. 

When she's not working or writing, Kim can be found walking her dog, reading, standing on the sidelines of a football pitch cheering on Ollie and binge watching box sets on the TV. She's also quite partial to a spa day and a gin and tonic (not at the same time!) Kim also runs a book club in Cannock, Staffs. 

Amazing Grace is her debut novel with Hera Books and will be out on 10th April 2019

Connect with Kim on Social Media here:
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My Review

Oh my goodness! Let me tell you I had been waiting for this book from the minute I knew about it and oh boy this was absolutely fantastic!  Brilliant characters, a whole mixture, some you love and some you will absolute hate. Every word I read I could just hear Kim herself reading it to me and I absolutely loved her style of writing. She really makes you feel all the emotions that are in this book, honestly I laughed and cried throughout. So many times I found myself grinning away! This is Women's Fiction at its best! If you get the opportunity to read this then please - you will not be disappointed. A fabulous debut Kim and I can't wait to read more from you! 

Blog Tour - Suddenly Single

 Publication date 8th April 2019

Amazon UK

About the book 

When bestselling romance author Chloe Piper’s marriage implodes a week before Christmas, she flees her cheating ex and the village gossips for the solitude of the newly built Sunny Meadow Farm and the company of her hapless dog, Ronnie.

But Chloe is soon pushed out of her comfort zone. Because with a lively development building crew – headed up by charming Alex – and a larger-than-life neighbour determined to make Chloe’s love life her pet project, Chloe finds herself in a whole new world of chaos…

This enthralling romantic comedy of self-discovery and new beginnings is perfect for fans of Kirsty Greenwood, Colleen Coleman and Marian Keyes.

My Review

I really enjoyed this book. It is so easy to read and full of funny parts that yoj can't help but giggle at.  Lovely wee story! I thought the character Chloe was great, she is so relatable shes been through so much that you can't help but feel for her. I desperately craved a happy ending for her! Pure feel good reading this is!

Blog Tour - Wedding Bells at Villa Limoncello

Publication date 11th March 2019

Amazon UK

About the book

Escape to Villa Limoncello… where dreams come true in unexpected ways. Perfect for fans of Sarah Morgan, Jenny Oliver and Kat French

When Isabella Jenkins is unceremoniously fired from her fancy London job, she escapes to Tuscany. A few weeks hiding amongst rolling hills and grape vines at Villa Limoncello sounds exactly like the distraction she needs.
But Italy holds emotional memories for Izzy and with a hapless handyman, a matchmaking village matriarch and a gorgeous – if infuriating – local chef named Luca Castelotti, her quiet Italian get away turns into an unending cacophony of chaos.
Suddenly Izzie finds herself on a mission to pull off the wedding of the century and maybe get her life in order in the process. If only Luca’s gorgeous smile wasn’t such a powerful distraction…

About the Author
Daisy James is a Yorkshire girl transplanted to the north east of England. She loves writing stories with strong heroines and swift-flowing plotlines. When not scribbling away in her summerhouse, she spends her time sifting flour and sprinkling sugar and edible glitter. She loves gossiping with friends over a glass of something pink and fizzy or indulging in a spot of afternoon tea – china plates and teacups are a must.

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Twitter: @daisyjamesbooks

Extract from Wedding Bells at Villa Limoncello

A tiny flat in Clapham
Colour: Raincloud Grey
Izzie had no idea how long she remained on that sofa in the sterile living room of what would be the last house she staged for Hambleton Homes, staring into oblivion like a gobsmacked goldfish – long enough for her bottom to turn numb, though. Eventually, she managed to pull herself together, lock the front door and drop the key through the letterbox, as per Darren’s instructions, mentally crossing off the final box on her checklist.
As she tossed her suitcase into the boot of her sunshine-yellow Fiat 500, one of the few items she still owned from her previous life, she cast her eyes down the street towards the bright lights of the restaurants and bars welcoming in the exhausted office workers desperate for an injection of alcohol before braving the commute home. Despite growing up in the bucolic countryside of Cornwall, she was still able to appreciate the beauty of the capital’s urban architecture, but that night its splendour went unnoticed because her head was spinning with a kaleidoscope of worries.
What was she going to do?
She decided that the last thing she wanted was to share her predicament with Jonti and Meghan. What had happened was not their fault and she didn’t want her woes to spoil their Friday night celebrations. She jumped into the driver’s seat and joined the rush hour traffic, edging at a snail’s pace towards the top-floor apartment she called home. Using the techniques that she’d learned when her business and relationship had failed, she managed to corral her emotions and resume control.
 Control was good. Routine was good.
Only by adhering to a rigid routine, treading carefully, living as quietly and unobtrusively as she could, was she able to make it through to the end of each day. So, she got up at the same time every morning, dressed in the same Hambleton Homes T-shirt and hoodie, grabbed a flat white from the same coffee shop at the end of the road, and turned up at the designated property to stage another one of Hambleton Homes’ clinical white boxes. Then, she would return home to her meticulously neat apartment – devoid of any personality or reminders of the past – and feast on a pile of buttered toast and another coffee, or, if she was feeling particularly indulgent, a bacon sandwich and a glass of inexpensive fizz, before pulling her duvet over her head and starting the whole process again the next day.
Over an hour later, Izzie arrived at her building feeling as if she’d just stepped from a ride on a rollercoaster – dazed, disorientated and a little nauseous. After the day she’d had, she wasn’t surprised that there were no free parking bays and she spent another twenty minutes circling the streets until she spotted a miniscule space that took all her skill and concentration to reverse into. She wrestled her trunk from the boot, pulled on her hoodie, and began the lengthy walk back to her flat.
A splash of rain landed on the back of her hand, and, looking up at the heavily bruised sky, she received a generous dash of droplets for her trouble. Clearly the meteorological gods had had a bad day at the office, too, because they were in the process of gearing up to throw everything in their armoury at the already bedraggled Friday night commuters.
She began to jog, her head lowered against the sudden onslaught, her eyes smarting from the strength of the breeze slapping the rain against her cheeks and the toxic stench of the exhaust fumes from the stationery traffic. She raised her jog to a sprint, desperate to reach the sanctuary of her home where she could start to formulate a positive spin on the calamity that had befallen her before she called Meghan to explain why she hadn’t turned up at Pierre’s.
Could she brazen it out? Make up some excuse for not turning up at the wine bar?
Sadly, her guardian angel had packed her bags and flown off to sunnier climes because just as her glass front door came into view she saw her friend tumble from the back of a cab, shouting an energetic farewell to the taxi driver who gifted them both with a scowl despite the huge tip Meghan had pressed into his hands.
‘Meghan, what are you doing here?’
‘Well, Jonti and I were worried when you didn’t turn up at the wine bar. We’ve been calling you and texting you, and when you didn’t answer I volunteered to come over to make sure you were okay. Are you okay?’
‘Let’s get out of the rain first, eh?’
‘No problem, you do look like a drowned rat! Hey, do you think that hunky Italian doorman with the come-to-bed eyes will be on duty tonight? I might just have to add him to my list of potential suitors. Don’t you just love the way those guys exude a sexy Mediterranean vibe? Must be all the Chianti they drink!’
A sharp spasm of pain sliced through Izzie’s chest at Meghan’s casual reference to Italy. A crystal-clear image of a terracotta dome, a snippet of quick-fire Italian, and the sharp tang of limoncello shot through her subconscious but she refused to allow her emotions to break free of their guy ropes and wreak havoc once again. Thankfully, she just had to laugh when she saw the disappointment flicker across her friend’s face as the front door was whisked open by Albert – the building’s septuagenarian doorman and metaphorical guard dog who was still going strong after forty years of dedicated service.
‘Tea! I need tea!’ announced Meghan, within seconds of stepping into Izzie’s apartment. She dumped her turquoise satchel on the kitchen bench and set the kettle to boil before wrenching open the fridge door to look for the milk. ‘Oh, my God! Does anyone actually live in this flat? There’s nothing in here apart from… let me see; one, two, three, four, five bottles of prosecco and a tub of out-of-date butter! What do you eat?’
‘Take-out,’ Izzie muttered distractedly as she removed her clipboards from her duffle bag and slotted them, in order, into their allocated spaces on her floor-to-ceiling shelves.
‘Take-out, my eye! You don’t eat take-out! You hate take-out! You call it Devil’s breakfast! Darling, there’s nothing in the cupboards either!’
Meghan was now opening and shutting the kitchen drawers searching for a crumb to keep mind and body together at eight o’clock at night.
‘There’s a loaf of bread in the bread box over there.’
‘Ergh, bread! Now that is a Devil’s breakfast staple. So, black tea it is then.’
Watching Meghan clatter around her tiny kitchen alcove to prepare that universally acknowledged deliverer of solace, Izzie suddenly experienced the strangest of sensations; as though she were totally detached from her surroundings, floating high above a scene being played out below her. She surveyed her best friend from a neutral onlooker’s perspective and decided that her choice of outfit matched her personality perfectly. White jeans that clung to her curves like a second skin, pixie-toed red suede boots, and a soft pink angora jumper that complemented that month’s raspberry ripple hair-colour – another experiment by Jonti that hadn’t turned out quite as expected but which Meghan had declared to be a fabulous success, choosing to wear a clashing satsuma kaftan for work the next day. Heaven knew what her boss Martha made of her sartorial craziness.
Izzie accepted a steaming mug of thick, dark tea and dropped onto the cream leather sofa, liberally scattered with Moroccan throws and sequined cushions – all of which had belonged to her past life when she had adored every colour in the rainbow. She hadn’t been able to entertain anything so vibrant in her bedroom and so had relegated the hand-embroidered soft furnishings to the living room, along with the emerald silk curtains and the matching Persian floor rugs. Meghan joined her, curling her feet under her bottom and wrapping her fingers around her cup as she took a tentative sip, scrutinising Izzie from over the rim.
‘Have you been crying?’
It was the sympathetic expression that did it for her every time. After two years, she could cope with most things except seeing the sadness her predicament instilled in others. That sympathetic look in the eyes, the head tilted to one side, the compassionate smile like the one that was currently scrawled across Meghan’s face. Kindness; who would have thought that it was one of the toughest things to deal with?
‘Izzie, what’s going on? Is it to do with Darren? Come on, tell me before I spontaneously combust with curiosity!’
Izzie gulped in a lungful of air and garnered every ounce of courage she possessed. She knew that the sooner she pricked the expanding balloon of dread, the better she would feel.
‘I’ve been fired.’
‘Fired? Oh my God, is that what he wanted? And he did it over the phone? That man is an absolute moron! Does Harry know? There’s no way he would fire you – Esme adored you.’
‘Apparently hiring and firing is now Darren’s domain.’
‘What ridiculous garbage did he come out with this time? I bet the words get-go and touch-base came into it? He’s a complete idiot, a walking cliché, a…’ she stopped abruptly in her character assassination and softened her expression, a gesture that caused Izzie’s heart to contract painfully. ‘What are you going to do?’
‘Look for another job, I suppose.’ She shrugged, forced a smile on her face, and turned to face Meghan who she knew was hurting just as much as she was which caused another spasm of guilt to slice through her abdomen. She had to change the subject fast. ‘Now tell me all about the fashion show. What are you planning for the…’
‘Oh no, you’re not getting away with that, madam. Have you forgotten that I know you better than you know yourself? That you’re the Queen of Diversionary Tactics? Isabella Grace Jenkins, we’ve been best friends since art school and I can spot your shenanigans at twenty paces. We’re going to talk this through until we’ve come up with a definite plan.’
Izzie groaned inwardly, chancing a quick glance at the door to her bedroom. She could almost hear the cool, calm sanctuary calling to her, and she experienced an overwhelming urge to escape into its orderly serenity. She just didn’t have the energy to debate her future with Meghan at that moment. Then she recalled Jonti telling her that the best form of defence was attack, so she met Meghan’s eyes and said, ‘Well, if we’re on the subject of avoidance…’
‘You know, this could actually be a blessing in disguise,’ interrupted Meghan, flicking her hair over her shoulder in a familiar gesture as she swivelled round to face Izzie.
‘Really? Why?’
‘You could use your redundancy money to take a break from the organised, over-scheduled, list-driven existence you call life and spend some time nurturing your emotional well-being. Why don’t you go home to Cornwall for a few weeks? Relax, breathe in the sea air, indulge in some of that glorious seafood the county is famous for, catch up with a few friends?’
‘You know I can’t go home, Meg.’
She couldn’t return to Cornwall, to stay in the bedroom she had shared with her twin sister, Anna, where they had taken the local High School by storm, their mischievous antics legendary with their friends for confusing the teachers, fooling them into believing that they were addressing the other sister when homework was late (always Anna’s). No, despite the tentative steps she had taken towards acceptance of the way things were now, she wasn’t ready to deal with her grief yet.
‘Okay, well, if not Cornwall, then why don’t you go up to Yorkshire? Mum would love to have you stay at the Stables. You could help Darcie and Fran with the horses.’
For the first time since Darren had dropped his bombshell, Izzie’s lips curled at the corners at the look of abject disgust on her friend’s face.
‘Aren’t we a pair of evasion junkies? Maybe we should both splurge a few pounds on a visit to that therapist your dad recommended?’
‘It’s my parents with the problem, not me! Why can’t they just accept that not everyone’s desperate to immerse themselves in an equine–filled lifestyle? Just because I grew up surrounded by the smelly, sweaty beasts does not mean I have to love them, or even like them! And anyway, Brad’s the eldest – it should be him who’s fending off all the parental pressure, not me. Just because he’s this ‘award-winning’ film director and I’m a lowly window dresser! It’s so unfair! I love my career just as much as he does! Why would I want to live in a crusty old Barbour jacket and a pair of green Wellies and when I can float around in an array of wonderful designer clothes?’
‘But how can they be expected to understand your phobia unless you talk to them about it?’
‘I will, I will.’
‘When?’
‘Soon.’
Izzie couldn’t blame Meghan for dodging the problem. After all, she had a gold medal in the sport herself. Jack and Claire Knowles had hoped Meghan would join them at Hollybrook, one of the best stud farms in North Yorkshire, so that they could pass on the techniques of breeding race horses and eventually hand over the business reins to her when they retired. They were devastated about their daughter’s rejection of what had been in the family’s blood for generations; to them it was a fantastic opportunity, and they were baffled at her attitude. Without an explanation of the reasons behind her actions, they were also angry, which had pushed Meghan even further away, resulting in a self-perpetuating dilemma for both parties.
If Izzie had learned one thing from what had happened two years ago, it was that communication was the most important aspect of any relationship, and choosing not to confide in her family was at the root of Meghan’s estrangement; that as soon as she explained her problem to them, they would understand what had caused her to choose a different path, and why she only visited them at Christmas. However, Izzie had no desire to offer her opinion on someone else’s family feuds. She had her own issues to deal with, which to others might seem miniscule compared to what they were going through, but everything was relative.

Blog Tour - The Mill on Magnolia Lane

Publication date 4th April 2019

Buy Links
Amazon: https://geni.us/B07MFFM7HBSocial
Apple Books: https://apple.co/2IFhEsi
Kobo: https://bit.ly/2TgkuIJ
Googleplay: http://ow.ly/JIuS30nNplI

About the book
The sky is cornflower blue, the air is scented with the smell of fresh apple blossom and Lizzie Lovell can’t wait to start her new life in the mill on Magnolia Lane. But is she just about to fall in love with someone she shouldn’t?

When Lizzie loses her larger-than-life Dad she doesn’t know how to move forward. Encouraged by a childhood dream she shared with her beloved father, she is determined to continue his legacy and moves to the old Mill on Magnolia lane, a place he had always longed to own.

Restoring the old windmill is a much bigger job than Lizzie bargained for, especially when she is distracted by her new next door neighbour Jude, who has temptingly twinkly eyes and a body to die for. But when Jude’s ex- girlfriend Harriet arrives back on the scene, Lizzie begins to wonder if life wasn’t far simpler before she moved to the mill. Especially when it emerges that Harriet knows something about Jude’s past, something that could shatter her new start and her heart into smithereens …

If your heart is warmed by Jenny Colgan, Lucy Diamond and Josie Silver’s One Day in December, you’ll fall in love with this beautiful feel-good story about finding love when you least expect it.

About the Author
Tilly Tennant was born in Dorset, the oldest of four children, but now lives in Staffordshire with a family of her own. After years of dismal and disastrous jobs, including paper plate stacking, shop girl, newspaper promotions and waitressing (she never could carry a bowl of soup without spilling a bit), she decided to indulge her passion for the written word by embarking on a degree in English and creative writing. She wrote a novel in 2007 during her first summer break at university and has not stopped writing since. She also works as a freelance fiction editor, and considers herself very lucky that this enables her to read many wonderful books before the rest of the world gets them.

Hopelessly Devoted to Holden Finn was her debut novel; published in 2014 it was an Amazon bestseller in both the UK and Australia. In 2016 she signed to the hugely successful Bookouture and is currently working on her next Tilly Tennant novel. She also writes as Sharon Sant, where she explores the darker side of life, and Poppy Galbraith, where things get a little crazier.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TillyTennant/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TillyTenWriter
Website: www.tillytennant.com<http://www.tillytennant.com>

My Review
This is one of the most beautiful countryside stories I have ever read. The location is absolutely stunning and I found it so easy to imagine it and the mill. The character's in this are great too Lizzie was definitely my favourite. This is so hard to put down as you will just love reading this.

Blog Tour - My Sister’s Lies

Publication Date 21st March 2019

Amazon UK

About the book 

For a decade, Hannah’s life has been pretty close to perfect – she has a great job, she’s married to Mark, and her child-free existence means she’s free as a bird. The only sadness in her life is a fall-out with her sister Diane, who hasn’t spoken to her in over ten years. But now Diane is on her doorstep – and this time, she’s got her teenage daughter Mia in tow.

When Diane asks if Mia can stay with Hannah and Mark for a few days, Hannah is glad of the chance to get to know her niece. But as the days turn into weeks and Diane doesn’t return, Hannah begins to worry. Why hasn’t her sister been in touch?

Diane is carrying a devastating secret that will destroy Hannah’s carefully constructed life. But how much is she willing to reveal – and when will she pick her moment?

My Review
This is a book that once you pick up you won’t be able to put it down. There is so many things going on in the story I just couldn’t predict what was going to happen next. It is incredibly emotional. Really brilliant characters.