Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Blog Tour - Forever at Conwenna Cove

Today I am absolutely over the moon to be part of the Blog Tour for 'Forever at Conwenna Cove' by 'Darcie Boleyn.' As well as sharing my review with you all, I am excited to be able to feature an extract from the book.
Publication date 23rd April 2018

About the book
Following heartbreak, Zoe Russell found a haven in Conwenna Cove. As the owner of the village diner and a volunteer for the local greyhound sanctuary, she’s happy with her peaceful life.

Local surfer Nate Bryson plans to leave Conwenna and see the world. He wants to shake off his reputation as a ladies man and start again somewhere new. Before departing, Nate decides to raise funds for the dog rescue home as a way of giving back to the community.

When Nate approaches Zoe to help with the charity event she sees there’s more to him than meets the eye. Nate can’t believe he’s failed to notice the kind and beautiful woman right before him. But can two such different people ever be together, especially if one of them is determined to leave?

Perfect for fans of Holly Martin, Phillipa Ashley and Sarah Bennett.

About the author
Darcie Boleyn has a huge heart and is a real softy. She never fails to cry at books and movies, whether ending is happy or not. Darcie is in possession of an overactive imagination that often keeps her awake at night.

Darcie fell in love in New York, got married in the snow, rescues uncoordinated greyhounds and can usually be found reading or typing away on her laptop.
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My Review
Anyone that knows me will know how much I have fallen in love with Conwenna Cove, so you will know how ecstatic I was to read this. 

In this novel we get to find out more about Zoe and Nate, they are two very strong characters.  From the early pages its clear there is a chemistry between them and as a reader you just desperately want to find out if they get together or not.  They have separately both been through so much and they both just deserve happiness, I just loved hearing their story. It is so incredibly romantic. The way Nate's mother comes on the scene too, oh boy she is a character a really fantastic one too!

I just love how Darcie has included her love of greyhounds in her novels, it just makes it so lovely to see her personality and passions come across through her writing! 

Forever at Conwenna Cove is the most emotional of the 3 novels, I had tears in my eyes throughout the book, and I just didn't want it to come to an end. But I think Darcie has done the series justice with the ending.

I have enjoyed every single page of each of the Conwenna Cove books and I laughed, smiled and cried so much. They are just a joy to read and they really do make you feel so good and are sure to put a smile on your face.  

Conwenna Cove holds a huge place in my heart! 

Extract from Forever at Conwenna Cove
Despite wearing her flat black pumps with the cushioned insoles, Zoe’s feet were throbbing by four o’clock. She loved working at her diner but some days were really hard going, physically. The first Saturday of July had been busy, which was promising for the summer ahead. Good business was good for Zoe’s bank balance. It was important to have savings and security, and she certainly had plenty of both. The diner had been very successful, which was a huge relief as she’d invested a significant portion of her inheritance in the business.
The bell over the door tinkled and Zoe suppressed a sigh. When the last customers had left, she’d hoped that she might have a quiet half hour, but she was well aware that was highly unlikely on a busy Saturday. She plastered on a smile and strode towards the family that had entered.
‘Hello there! Welcome to Zoe’s Diner. I’m Zoe, the owner.’
The tall man with wavy grey hair and small brown eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses smiled in return.
‘Well, hello there, Zoe. Say hello, kids!’ His American drawl was strong.
‘Hello, Zoe!’ The two girls and one boy at his side greeted her.
‘Let me guess… New York?’
‘New Jersey.’ The man smiled, flashing perfectly white teeth.
‘I’m from New York but I moved to New Jersey to be with Ted, many moons ago.’ The woman at Ted’s side offered Zoe a smile as dazzling as her husband’s. ‘Isn’t this a quaint little place!’ She waved her hands at the interior and Zoe looked around, as if remembering what she’d done to make the diner as pleasant a place to eat as possible.
The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a wonderful view of the harbour and, if diners sat at the front tables, they could feel as though they were actually on the water. The lighting was low, to create a relaxed atmosphere. The seats were red and chrome, and there was a black and white checked floor. The jukebox played a stream of Fifties hits, and right then Sinatra was crooning rather appropriately about New York.
‘Well, thank you for choosing to eat at Zoe’s today. Let me show you to a booth.’
When Ted and his family had settled, Zoe took their drinks order and then handed them menus. ‘I’ll be back with your drinks shortly.’
She went behind the counter, which had an open window to the kitchen, and made a start on the drinks order. Conwenna Cove attracted people from all over the world, and she wasn’t at all surprised. It was such a beautiful location and although small, it offered tourists the opportunity to soak up the wonderful Cornish experience. Zoe knew she was lucky to live in the village and to have a business there. After what had happened, she’d needed a safe place to flee to and Conwenna had been
that haven. Now she never wanted to leave. It was as if she could escape the real world and harsh reality if she just stayed at the cove.
She carried the tray of drinks back to the booth and handed them to the family.
‘Are you ready to order yet?’
She wrote the orders in her notebook, looking at each family member in turn. When she got to the older girl, she couldn’t help noticing how she played with a stud in her tongue as she spoke, and the eternity symbol tattoo under the girl’s right ear.
‘And Zoe, we’ll have an extra side of fries with that, please.’ Ted tapped his menu.
‘Sure thing. Anything else?’ Zoe scanned the family again and when she met the older girl’s eyes, she caught her knowing smile then followed the girl’s gaze down to her left arm that was exposed as she held the notebook up. The girl had spotted her own tattoo – that of a rolling wave that she’d had etched on the inside of her wrist. Zoe returned the girl’s smile, but as she walked away, her hand crept to her fringe and she patted it across her forehead to check that it was still in place. There were some marks from her past that she wouldn’t try to hide but there were others that she didn’t want anyone else to see, because she didn’t even want to see them herself.
So what do you think, Oli?’ Nate sipped his pint of lager as he waited for the vet to reply.
Oli nodded. ‘I think it would be a great idea to have another Surf for Sighthounds this summer, but have you got time to organize it?’
‘I think so.’ Nate nodded. ‘I’d like to do something to help the dogs out.’
Before I go away.
‘We could always do it a bit later on,’ Jack suggested. ‘Perhaps September time.’
Nate shook his head. ‘It has to be August.’
Jack and Oli stared at him and he realized he needed to say something.
‘Look, uh, don’t say anything about this to anyone yet, as I haven’t told my aunt and uncle, but I’ve decided to go away soon. Probably the second week of August.’
Guilt flashed through him as he thought about how good his aunt and uncle had been to him. He probably should stay until the summer was over to help out at the cafe but he was worried that if he didn’t go soon, he wouldn’t go at all.
Jack frowned. ‘Is this your bucket list trip?’
‘I told you about it before, huh?’ Nate asked.
‘One night when we’d had a few, yes. But I thought it was just one of those things.’
‘Well, I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot lately and I’m not getting any younger. Plus I’m single, footloose and fancy-free as they say, so I figured why not this year? I’ve saved enough to go, so why not now?’
‘What’s this?’ Oli asked. ‘I must’ve missed that night out.’
‘I’ve always wanted to travel a bit, for six months, possibly longer. You know, buy the plane tickets but wing the rest. I didn’t know if I’d ever do it but it feels like the time is right.’
‘Good for you.’ Oli raised his glass. ‘To foreign adventures.’
The three men clinked their glasses then drank.
Nate glanced around the Conwenna Arms, the pub where he’d spent so many nights and eaten so many meals with friends, in particular female friends. With its cosy corners and circular bar, as well as a separate dining area, it was perfect for the small village, and Nate knew it did a roaring trade in home-cooked pub meals during peak season.
‘Where are you thinking of heading?’
‘Well, I always wanted to catch the surf in Australia.’
He caught the knowing look that passed between Jack and Oli.
‘I’d also like to visit Hawaii and California. It doesn’t have to be just a surf trip but I do want it to be the main focus. Obviously, I need to plan it a bit better but I’ve only recently decided that this is the year I’ll do it. I’m thirty-four now so perhaps I could spend my thirty-fifth birthday on an Australian beach.’
‘Sounds amazing.’ Jack smiled. ‘But you’d like to run Surf for Sighthounds before you go?’
‘Definitely.’
‘Well, I’m happy to help with the planning.’
‘Me, too.’ Oli drained his glass. ‘As long as you’re happy to help with my engagement party.’
Nate laughed. ‘Exactly how big is this party going to be?’
‘Not that big. But if you could help with the food, then that would be fabulous.’
‘No problem at all.’

Thank you so much for checking out my post on the Blog Tour today!  I hope if you haven't already read this you will be inspired to read it! Be sure to follow the tour too! 











Blog Tour - One Summer in Rome

I would like to say Happy Publication Day to Samantha Tonge! As soon as I seen this cover I knew I had to read this! It is such a beautiful summery cover! 
Publication date 9th May 2018
About the book
To Rome…with love?
Mary Smith is turning her very ordinary life upside-down! She’s bought herself a one-way ticket to Rome and is ready for a summer she’ll never forget.
Men might be off the cards for waitress Mary, but within hours of arriving at the utterly charming family-run La Dolce Vita pizzeria, she’s already fallen in love with the bustling capital!
Only Dante Rossi, the mysterious (and drop-dead gorgeous) chef seems displeased with her arrival. And in the heat of the kitchen, it doesn’t take long for long-buried secrets to surface and sparks to fly…
A deliciously heartwarming romance to have you dreaming of summer. Perfect for fans of Debbie Johnson and Caroline Roberts.

My Review
I absolutely loved this! If you are looking for a super summer read then this is your one! I especially loved the food side of this book... pizza my favourite! Honestly this had me craving pizza so bad! 

I really liked the character Mary, she isn't happy and she makes this big decision to move to Rome and you are just willing things to work out for her.

Dante sounds absolutely gorgeous and you will find yourself falling head over heels for him! 

You will get seriously addicted to this book and will not want to put it down, you just have to keep reading, you need to know what happens next for Mary! 

I just loved being whisked away to Rome, it is so easy to imagine with all the perfect descriptions and you just feel like you are there too! I have never been but it sounds like such a beautiful place!   

One Summer in Rome is incredibly romantic and so heart warming!

About the Author
Samantha Tonge lives in Cheshire with her lovely family and a cat who thinks it’s a dog. When not writing she spends her days cycling, willing cakes to rise and avoiding housework. She has sold over 80 short stories to women’s magazines. Her bestselling debut novel, Doubting Abbey, was shortlisted for the Festival of Romantic Fiction best Ebook award in 2014. Game of Scones hit #5 in the UK Kindle chart and won the Best Romantic Ebook category at the 2015 Love Stories Awards.
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Wednesday, 2 May 2018

Cover Reveal - The Cottage on Lily Pond Lane

Today I am thrilled to be part of the cover reveal for 'The Cottage on Lily Pond Lane' by 'Emily Harvale.'
So here it is...

Publication date 10th May 2018

About the book
New Beginnings

Mia Ward is amazed to be told she has inherited her great-aunt Matilda’s thatched cottage in the tiny seaside village of Little Pondale – especially as Mia didn’t know she had a great-aunt Matilda.
She’s even more astonished to discover she’ll only inherit the place if she actually lives there for one year. Mia’s a city girl at heart, not to mention she’s afraid of water, so the fact the cottage backs on to a sandy beach, is not, in her opinion, a bonus.

But Mia’s struggling to pay her rent since being fired for inappropriate behaviour at the office party, and her boyfriend’s also dumped her. When her best friend, Ella and Ella’s brother, Garrick offer to help her move and settle in, Mia decides to see this as a new beginning.
 
It may also be the start of an exciting adventure because now Mia wants to know just who, exactly, was great-aunt Matilda. And she’s determined to find out. But it soon becomes clear that someone is trying to make sure Mia doesn’t stay in Little Pondale…. 

About the author
Having lived and worked in London for several years, Emily returned to her home town of Hastings where she now spends her days writing... and chatting on social media.

Emily is a Member of the SoA, a PAN member of the RWA and a Pro Member of ALLi. She's an Amazon bestseller and a Kindle All Star. Emily loves writing and her stories are sure to bring a smile to your face and a warmth to your heart.
Emily says, "I write about friendship, family and falling in love. I believe in happing endings."

When she isn't writing, she can be found enjoying the stunning East Sussex coast and countryside, or in a wine bar with friends, discussing life, love and the latest TV shows. Chocolate cake is often eaten. She dislikes housework almost as much as she dislikes anchovies - and will do anything to avoid both.
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Blog Tour - How (Not) to Date a Prince

Publication date 4th May 2018

About the book
Surely fairy tales don’t happen in real life?
After being jilted at the altar, high-flying journalist Sam doesn’t believe in love any more – and she certainly doesn’t believe in fairy tales! So, when she’s asked to cover the Royal Wedding, it’s the last thing she wants to do. And when she crashes into a ridiculously handsome stranger, Fredrik, later that day, things are going from bad to worse. But as the big day draws closer, Sam finds herself being swept up in the excitement – as well as swept off her feet by Fredrik!
But there’s something that Fredrik’s hiding from her – and when he finally reveals his secret, might Sam just have the happy-ever-after she never thought she wanted…?

My Review
This was a pure comfort read, every page just made me smile. If you love fairy tales - you will love this book! If you love weddings - you will love this book! It was so fun and really exciting. The romance was hot! It's a real feel good book. The characters are just perfect! 

I loved how this story is very current with the Royal Wedding that is happening in a few weeks time so if you want to get excited for this then this is the book to read!

What a fabulous book! This is sure to be a popular book this summer! I loved it!

Here is an extract from the book.. 

Chapter One

 ‘What on earth is this?’ I thrust the news agenda onto my boss’ desk.

Phil reluctantly tears his gaze away from an article he’s reading and casts a withering glance at the agenda, which assigns reporters to the key news items of the day. Normally, I look forward to getting my hands on it, to see what I’m working on, but today, it’s a different story.

‘What about it?’ He shrugs, turning his attention back to his screen. He pushes his glasses up the ridge of his nose to continue reading the article, as if I’m not actually there.

I push the news agenda closer to him, dragging his attention back to it.

‘The royal wedding?’ I tap my fingernail against the part of the agenda which shows my name next to coverage of the latest royal engagement.

‘Is this a typo?’ I ask, even though I know it’s not. If there’s one thing Phil refuses to tolerate, it’s typos.

‘Yes, the royal wedding,’ Phil states simply. ‘Is there an issue?’

I narrow my eyes at him, trying to figure out what he’s playing at, but he looks back at me with bored disinterest. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d been my boss for the past ten years, sometimes I’d genuinely think Phil hates me, but his off-hand manner is part of the package that comes with being a news editor at a national tabloid newspaper. The tougher you appear, the more revered you become. I used to live in fear of him as a junior reporter, until a few years passed and I began to realise that underneath Phil’s gruff no-nonsense exterior lurks a secret softy who’s more likely to be worrying about how much revision his 15-year-old daughter Abby’s been putting in for her GCSEs than about what’s happening in Westminster.

‘The royal wedding? Since when do I cover the royals?’ I scoff. ‘Let alone weddings!’

‘One second.’ Phil’s phone rings and he takes the call.
 I sigh. You see, royal weddings are not my thing. I’m a politics reporter. I cover Westminster, not weddings! My last piece was an interview with the Chancellor of the Exchequer on the latest budget reform. And before that, I was covering a vote on – in the House of Commons. I write about the kind of policies that shape the country. I don’t cover weddings! Weddings aren’t news. Weddings are just lace and flowers and cake and silliness. Even royal ones.

 ‘Sorry, not interested.’ Phil slams the phone down into its cradle. ‘Bloody freelancer with some batshit story. How do these people get my number?’

 ‘Dunno,’ I mutter. ‘Anyway…’ I tap my fingernail against the agenda.

 ‘Needs must, Sam. Ella’s on maternity leave, so I’m leaving it with you,’ Phil sighs.

 Ella’s the Daily Post’s Royal Editor. Obsessed with marriage, family life and patriotism, she’s far better cut out for the gig than I am. When the shock engagement between reality TV star Holly Greene and Prince Isaac of Norway was announced, Ella squealed so loudly that she silenced the newsroom. This story was absolutely made for a romantic like her, but she left work last week at six months pregnant. If she wasn’t already ecstatic to be having a baby, she’d be kicking herself for missing out on covering Holly and Prince Isaac’s wedding. To be fair, it has everything. A rags-to-riches tale of sweet girl-next-door type from Leeds – Holly - who rose to fame on a cheesy island survival reality TV show, with the nation embracing her down-to-earth character and surprisingly quick one liners. She took on various presenting roles until she ended up fronting The Morning People – the nation’s most-watched breakfast show. Holly’s dated a couple of other celebrities, but she’s always been coy about her love life in the press and never seemed to have a long-term boyfriend. Them bam, it emerged that she’d been swept off her feet by Prince Isaac – a gorgeous strapping Norwegian prince first in line to the throne, who she’d interviewed on TV when he’d been visiting the UK to promote his charity work. According to reports, it was pretty much love at first sight.  If Holly hadn’t already had the nation hooked with her dramatic rise to fame, her engagement to a dashing prince was the perfect fairy tale ending – giving hope to every normal girl in the country that she too could come from nothing and have a happy ever after. Even I can admit that it’s a sweet story, but it’s not exactly political by any stretch of the imagination and politics is what I do. It’s my job! Plus, I’m not exactly the biggest fan of weddings. Not after mine ended three years ago when my fiancĂ© stood me up at the altar.

‘But I don’t cover weddings,’ I whine. ‘This is just-’

‘Look, Sam,’ Phil interrupts, fixing me with a pointed look. ‘I know you like your nitty gritty Westminster stories but why not lighten up for once? Do you realise how many reporters would kill for the chance to cover the royal wedding for a national newspaper? This is the biggest story of the year. You’re one in a million right now. You should be thanking me.’

‘But…’

Phil rolls his eyes, when the assistant news editor, Jeremy, who’s sitting next to him, butts
in.

‘Earthquake in Mexico. Seven point two on the Richter scale. Five dead,’ he says, quoting a Reuters report open on his computer screen.

 ‘Get the TV on,’ Phil barks and before I know it, they’re turning up the volume on the enormous TV screens that dangle from the ceiling of the newsroom and tuning into the coverage.

‘Get on that, Matt,’ Phil orders one of the news reporters who begins scrolling through coverage on Twitter, one eye on the news broadcast.

I stand there for a minute, lingering by Phil’s desk, half-watching the crumbling wreckage on TV.

‘Still here?’ Phil asks, raising an eyebrow in my direction. ‘Go and do a feature on the happy couple. Where they met. How they fell in love. A real heart-warmer.’

‘A real heart-warmer?!’

Phil shoots me a look, before looking up at the live footage of a town being reduced to rubble.

‘How close are you from getting that online, Matt?’ He says over his shoulder. ‘We don’t need much. Just a couple of pars.’

Matt’s sweating at his desk as he bashes out a few sentences in a mad rush to get the story onto our website before our rivals publish it.

‘Five minutes,’ he mutters, over a flurry of typing.

Reluctantly, Phil turns his attention back to me. I’m well aware that I’ve outstayed my welcome. I’m old news, but I don’t care! Yes, journalism is fast-paced, but that doesn’t mean my boss can just change my role to Royal Reporter over night and inform me on a sheet of paper the next day.

‘Sam, just go and do it, okay?’ Phil groans.

‘I’m not happy about this. You know how I feel about weddings,’ I add in a lower voice, hoping none of our other colleagues catch my words.

Even saying them out loud gives me that shiver-down-the-spine sinking feeling of dread and it’s been years since my fiancĂ© – my boyfriend of five whole years – ditched me on our wedding day to run off with a bouncy American girl with the name – I kid you not – Candy Moore. That’s her actual name, even though it sounds like the kind of thing a stupid spoilt baby would cry out to its parents. Candy! More! If Ajay had gone for someone slightly less annoying, I might have been able to forgive him, but Candy Moore? I mean, seriously? Actually, who am I trying to kid, there isn’t a woman in the world he could have wrecked our wedding day for that would have made me not hate his guts or, for that matter, anything and everything associated with weddings.