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Showing posts with label exclusive extract. Show all posts

Thursday, 15 October 2020

Blog Tour: Extract From Christmas With The Teashop Girls by Elaine Everest @ElaineEverest #TeashopGirlsChristmas @ed_pr


Today is my stop on the blog tour for Christmas With The Teashop Girls by Elaine Everest. I have an extract to share with you today but don't forget to check out the other stops on the tour for more exclsive content and reviews. Christmas with the Teashop Girls by Elaine Everest is out now, published by Pan Macmillan, priced £7.99 as paperback original. You can click here to order your copy now!

Here's what it's all about...

The friends return in a moving story of love, bravery and hope set in 1940 – a guaranteed winter warmer full of festive spirit. 

Bestseller Elaine Everest is the author of the muchloved Woolworths Girls saga series. 

It’s late 1940 and the war feels closer to home than ever for Rose Neville and her staff at the Lyon’s Teashop in Margate. The worry of rationing hangs overhead as the Nippies do their best to provide a happy smile and a hot cup of tea for their customers. When a bombing raid targets the Kent coastline, Lyon’s is badly hit, throwing the future of the cafe into jeopardy. 

The light in Rose’s life is her dashing fiancé Captain Ben Hargreaves and she’s busy planning their Christmas Eve wedding. But she must also plan to take two new stepdaughters into her life and get on the right side of her wealthy mother-in-law, Lady Diana. Is Rose ready to become a mother? 

When Rose’s half-sister Eileen makes contact, it seems that Rose’s dreams of having a sibling are coming true at long last. But her friends begin to suspect that she’s hiding something… As the wedding draws near, the bombings intensify, putting everything and everyone Rose loves in danger. Only one thing is for sure: it will be a Christmas she never forgets . . .


Here's that extract for you...

‘Oh Miss Neville, I’m that thrilled for you,’ the young Nippy exclaimed as Rose walked into the staffroom of the Lyons teashop she managed in Margate. ‘Fancy being engaged to an army captain! Show us your engagement ring?’

Rose smiled at the girl standing in front of her. ‘Thank you, Edie. I’m afraid I don’t have the ring yet – my fiancé is having it altered. His grandmother’s fingers were larger than mine,’ she explained as she looked down at the slim fingers of her left hand, thinking back to the moment Ben had slipped the ring on after formally proposing.

‘You mean it’s second-hand, Miss? I’d have thought a posh bloke like him could have afforded to buy you something new,’ Edie said, giving her a pitying look. ‘When my sister got engaged to her chap, she had a new ring, and he’s only a corporal.’

‘You are a silly child,’ a familiar voice said from behind Rose. ‘Do you not know that Captain Benjamin is a man who comes from the landed gentry of England? What our Miss Neville is to be wearing on her finger will be an ancient heirloom,’ Anya Polinski reprimanded the girl. ‘Show some respect to our manageress,’ she added with a dismissive sniff, looking down her nose at the younger woman – something that was easily done, since Anya stood a head taller than most of the staff in the teashop.

The younger staff members were unsure of their Polish colleague, who always carried an air of authority even though she was just like them, albeit a ‘Sally’ who looked after the front counter of the Lyons teashop, where she served customers with all manner of goods. The older staff found her helpful and knowledgeable, although they too were in awe of the woman who’d left her homeland and come all the way to Thanet in search of her pilot husband, Henio. When the couple had been reunited, more than one Nippy had been heard to sigh at the romance of it, remarking that Anya’s life was straight out of an edition of The People’s Friend.

Rose clapped her hands together to gain the attention of the other Nippies and Sallys. ‘Ladies, we have but fifteen minutes before the doors open to our customers,’ she said with a smile, before taking a look at the notes in her hand. ‘I would like to inspect your uniforms first, and then I will give you some news about a few staff changes that will affect our work here at the Margate teashop while I’m away in London. I trust you all to carry on your hard work while I’m absent.’

This was met with excited chatter and nods of agreement before a hush fell as Rose walked along the line of Nippies, checking their black uniform dresses, white cuffs and collars were clean. ‘Annie, your hem is coming down. You will find thread and needles in the drawer,’ she instructed a newer Nippy, nodding towards the large table where the staff sat while taking breaks for their meals. ‘There is also red thread, for any of you who have loose pearl buttons,’ she added as many of the women ran their hands down the fronts of their dresses, where two neat rows of white pearl buttons ran from their collars to the waistbands of their crisp white aprons.

‘Please, Miss Neville, I have a ladder in my stocking. If there is time, may I change it? I didn’t notice until I was on my way to work,’ an older Nippy asked. ‘Most certainly you may.’ Rose smiled, pleased that her team took such pride in their appearance. She’d not found one dirty fingernail, and each worker had clean, shiny hair underneath the white starched caps bearing the Lyons badge.

About The Author



Elaine Everest is from North West Kent and she grew up listening to stories of the war years in her home town of Erith, which features in her bestselling Woolworths Girls series. A former journalist, and author of nonfiction books for dog owners, Elaine has written over sixty short stories for the women's magazine market. When she isn't writing, Elaine runs The Write Place creative writing school in Hextable, Kent. She lives with her husband, Michael and sheepdog Henry. You can find out more about Elaine on Twitter @ElaineEverest or Facebook /elaine.everest



Sunday, 11 October 2020

Blog Tour: Extract From Coming Home to Penvennan Cove by Linn B Halton


Today is my stop on the blog tour for Coming Home to Penvennan Cove by Linn B Halton. I have an extract to share with you today and if you like the sound of that, you can click here to order your copy now. Don't forget to check out the other stops on the tour for more exclusive content and reviews. 

Here's what it's all about...

Can Kerra's Cornish hometown offer the fresh start she needs?

When Kerra left the quiet Cornish town of Penvennan Cove for the bright lights of London she didn't look back. But after the death of her mother, she's decided it's time to face her past and return to the place she called home. Her father needs her, and perhaps she needs him more than she's willing to admit?

Tackling town gossip, home renovations and a flame from her past, it's not quite smooth sailing for Kerra. Ross is the bad boy she was meant to forget, not a man who still sets her heart aflutter. As he helps bring her dream home to life, they begin to break down the barriers that have been holding them back and in the process learn things about themselves they never thought possible.

As friends old and new come together, the future in Penvennan looks bright.


Here's that extract for you...

There are tears in my eyes as I drive away from my London life, but there is also a huge sense of relief. Dad is trying his best to keep Mum’s dog-sitting business—Home from Home—going, but he was only ever a weekend helper before he gave up work. While there are perfectly good kennels in the garden, on my last trip home every available seat in the house had a dog curled up on it. He told me they only howl if he tries to use the bespoke accommodation. The truth is that they, too, miss my lovely mum and are pining for her. They don’t understand what’s happening and, sadly, neither does Dad. Mum would be horrified at his total lack of control and expect me to sort him out, which I will. But he needs time to adjust and I can’t just wade in; it would only add to his anxiety.

People came from miles around to entrust their beloved fur babies into Mum’s care, because she was a professional and had a true affinity with animals. They would return home better behaved because she was a nurturing woman, able to dispense tough love when it was required. Dad, on the other hand, is a pushover. If there was something I really wanted, I’d ask him first, then break the news to Mum. She would usually look at me, narrowing her eyes admonishingly. I’d keep my head down and stay out of her bad books for a while, until she eventually forgave me.

But running a business requires a multitude of skills. The fact that Dad isn’t good with paperwork or using the computer to figure out the electronic booking system, was a growing problem. However, it took a phone call about six months ago to alert me to that fact. My old school friend, Tegan Richards, rang me one day to give me an update and I realised that while Dad was telling me everything was fine, it wasn’t.

‘Your dad needs rescuing, Kerra. He really does. We’re all worried about Eddie. I don’t think the word “no” is in his vocabulary and it’s getting ridiculous. It was pouring down the other day and I caught up with him on what was obviously not his first walk of the day. He had three large and extremely energetic canines straining on their leashes wanting to get on. We spoke briefly and he apologised for having to rush off. He was already soaking wet at that point and admitted to me that he had another three lots of dogs to walk.’ I’d heard a real sense of concern in her voice and guilt had hit me squarely in the gut. ‘It’s too much for him without Meryn,’ she’d added sadly.

The mention of Mum’s name had instantly made my eyes prickle with tears and a trip down the following weekend turned them into tears of despair. However, slow and steady is the required approach with Dad and there was little I could do from a distance. I was heavily caught up in contract negotiations for the sale of the business at that point—something I didn’t want to bother him with, as I knew he’d worry. I wasn’t in a position to go anywhere until that was done and dusted. There was also the matter of getting my loft-style apartment in London ready to rent out. And serving notice to the tenant living in the little cottage I’d inherited from Grandma Rosenwyn, or Rose as we called her, in Penvennan Cove.


About the Author


From interior designer to author, when Linn B. Halton's not writing, or spending time with the family, she's either upcycling furniture or working in the garden. Linn won the 2013 UK Festival of Romance: Innovation in Romantic Fiction award; her novels have been short-listed in the UK's Festival of Romance and the eFestival of Words Book Awards. Living in Coed Duon in the Welsh Valleys with her 'rock', Lawrence, and gorgeous Bengal cat Ziggy, she freely admits she's an eternal romantic. Linn is a member of the Romantic Novelists' Association and the Society of Authors. Linn writes feel-good, uplifting novels about life, love and relationships.

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Monday, 28 September 2020

Blog Tour: The Earl and the Mud-Covered Maiden: A House of Hale Story: Book One by GL Robinson Author Interview and Excerpt From @gl_robinson @lovebooksgroup #lovebookstours


Today is my top on the tour for The Earl and the Mud-Covered Maiden: A House of Hale Story: Book One by GL Robinson. I have an interview with the author today and if you like the sound of that you can click here to order a copy of the book for yourself. Don't forget to check out the other wonderful stops on the tour for more exclusive content and reviews.

Here's what it's all about...

Sophy is covered in mud by a distracted curricle driver. Then he hides his real name from her. And that's only the beginning of their problems.


When rain-soaked Sophy Hawthorne is splashed with mud in a country lane by a handsome stranger driving much too fast, she's affronted but attracted at the same time. The same goes for him. But to win her hand he has to employ not altogether straight-forward stratagems. And if the beginning is inauspicious, a secret revealed on their wedding day is worse.


This is a classic, clean Regency story of lovers caught in a twenty-year old mystery that for the sake of the family name, they must untangle.


The Earl and the Mud-Covered Maiden is the first book in the House of Hale Trilogy, introducing characters you will love to follow as they set out on their rocky path together.


And here's that interview for you...

First question-bit of a cliché-how did you get into writing?

It's a half sad, half weird story! My sister and I were in boarding school when we were young. We used to read Regency Romances under the covers at night with a torch(flashlight in US!). We were always very close, though she lived in the UK and I've been in the USA for the past 45 years. She died unexpectedly in 2018 and the day after her funeral, I sat up in bed with a whole story in my head. I started writing and haven't stopped.

Do you write full time & if so, have you always done this?

I do now, except I also have a small antiques (i.e. pretty junk) business. But I used to be a French professor.

Do you have a particular writing style or genre that you prefer to write?

Yes, I write Regencies in very proper English!

How do you develop your characters as you write, are any of them based on real people?

They develop as I write. I never know what they're going to do or say! I don't think they're based on real people!

What was the inspiration behind your book?

The novels of Georgette Heyer – they were the ones my sister and I used to read.

What is your writing process-do you plan it out first? Write a bit at a time?

I think about it (!) then start writing. I'm not a planner, really. I know where I'm going but not how I'm going to get there.

How much of you is reflected in your writing?

More and more, I think. I realize this as I am just now publishing the very first stories I wrote (the ones after my sister's funeral. The story turned into the House of Hale trilogy). The first three published stories all contain more incidental history and philosophy. For example, in Rosemary or Too Clever to Love, I talk – that is to say she talks!- about Pascal and the education of women. In Cecilia or Too Tall to Love, I talk about the development of public education and in Imogen or Love and Money, I talk about the Stock Exchange. These are subjects that interest me a lot.

What kind of research did you have to do before/during writing behind your book?

I don't do any beforehand. I do it as I go when I need to. As I said, I never know what's going to come up, so I can't pre-research.

How much attention do you pay to the reviews that you get?

Quite a lot. If I get a negative critique I look to see how justified it is, and how I could have avoided whatever the pitfall is. I really listen to my Beta readers.

Are friends and family supportive of your writing?

Yes. Well, that's to say, my husband and two sons don't read the books. I do have some male readers, but they aren't amongst them! But they are very encouraging. My daughter is very supportive. She reads the books and has arranged readings with her friends (She lives in Boston, I live in upstate New York). My mother (who's 96 and going strong) likes my books. She says, "How do you know all this stuff?" I say it's Francine (my sister) on my shoulder.

How do you feel leading up to your publication day?

Well, I'm not very good at all the marketing stuff so I'm usually thinking, "What should I have done?" But I'm not usually a worrier. The way I know something is in my mind is I wake up super early and can't go back to sleep. For example, I began answering these questions at 4:30AM!

Which other authors inspire you or are there any you particularly enjoy reading?

I mentioned Georgette Heyer. I also love Barbara Pym. She wrote in the 50's/60's and is very under-appreciated. I LOVE her wry humor. Her books make me laugh out loud, though they are a bit dated. There's a Canadian writer called Roberson Davies (died in 1995) who wrote great long trilogies that I love too. He had the same sort of wit. I think I'm naturally drawn to the ridiculous and I hope my books make you smile in places.

I should also give a shout-out to my email friend Regency author Audrey Harrison who I didn't meet at an RNA Conference in 2019 – though we were both there! She has been a good friend and inspiration.

Finally...what are you working on right now?

For the first time, I'm writing a historical novel with a split time-line. It begins in the French Revolution in Paris in 1793 and ends in London in 1815. It's called The Lord and the Landlady's Daughter. I'm loving it! Along the way, I've done some research into medicine and the use of herbs at the time. That's been great. I think if I'd lived 250 years ago I'd have been a medicine woman or a witch. My great-grandmother was like that. She could get rid of warts by taking people down to the end of the garden. She probably put some sort of herb on them. I wish I'd been old enough to ask her!

EXCERPT FROM THE EARL AND THE MUD-COVERED MAIDEN

“Ah, Miss Hawthorne,” he said with warmth in his tone, “the tea. Thank you. Your father has been trying to persuade me to the port, but I knew you must be coming soon.”

He placed the tray on an adjacent table and stood looking at her. In the warmth of the kitchen her hair had almost dried and her curls sprang riotously from her head. The woolen shawl trailed behind her and her glorious bosom rose and fell with the exertion of carrying the tray up the stairs. Her cheeks, already pink from the kitchen fire, flushed as he looked at her with obvious appreciation.

His lordship was accustomed to the company of beautiful women. Indeed, he was well known for the large number of Beauties who had passed under his protection these past ten years. The widow who had failed to come up to scratch at the shooting party was his most recent aventure. He had had women try to win him by innocence and by guile. He had had women peep at him winsomely from under their lashes. He had had women lift their noses and pretend to be indifferent. He had had women try to win him by breaking their shoelaces outside his front door and requesting his assistance.

But he had never known a woman like this. She was obviously unaware of the vision she created. She was wearing a dress at least ten years out of date in a color that set off the whiteness of her throat. Her tumble of chestnut curls fell to the swelling hills of her breathtakingly revealed breasts. Entirely without coquetry, she gracefully poured out two cups of tea, handing him one before taking the second, then sitting down with a sigh of satisfaction.

“Oh, that’s better,” she said. “I have been thinking of nothing but a cup of tea these last two hours at least.”

Of course, this was only partly true, but since she had spent a good part of the last two hours with him, his lordship was left to the conclusion that his attractions rated below that of a cup of tea. “That’ll teach you to value yourself too high,” he said to himself.


Author Bio

You can sign up for a free short story or listen to the author read the first chapter of her novels on her website: http://romancenovelsbyglrobinson.com.

GL Robinson was born in Portsmouth, England and was educated in a convent boarding school as her father worked in Africa. She graduated from University College London in the late 60's and when Britain joined the Common Market (as it was then), moved to Brussels (Belgium) to work. She married an American in 1974 and they lived in Brussels and Bonn (Germany) before moving to upstate New York with their three children, where she has been ever since. She always says she never had a baby in English!
She retired from being a French professor and put her energies into running a small antiques (read: pretty junk) business. Then her dear sister died unexpectedly in 2018 and, inspired by the memory of the times they had spent together giggling under the covers after lights out in the convent reading historical romances, she began to write. She has written a number of Regency Romances, a contemporary romance (still in the editing phase!) and two children's travel books. Her first Regency was published in November 2019. Since then, she has published two more and a fourth, the first in a new series, is due out at the end of August.
Apart from writing, she still dabbles in her junk and likes her garden, cooking, reading and having tea parties with her seven grandchildren

Thanks to GL Robinson for stopping by the blog today!


Sunday, 20 September 2020

Blog Tour: Extract from Dirty Dealings by Gillian Godden @GGodden @lovebooksgroup #lovebookstours


Today is my stop on the blog tour for Dirty Dealings by Gillian Godden. I have an extract to share with you today and if you like the sound of that you can click here to order your copy now. Don't forget to check out the other blogs on the tour for more exclusive content and reviews!

Here's what it's all about...

Tony Lambrianu might look like he's sitting pretty, but when you're the kingpin of a gangland empire you have to keep your guard up at all times. Deceit and betrayal lurk around every corner.

With threats looming from all sides, he is about to find out just who his real enemies are.

Meanwhile, Scarlet and Katie Lambrianu have their sights set on realising their own ambitions in life. They are determined to build their own empire and establish a Lambrianu legacy of their own.

Tony faces the biggest challenge of his life as he fights for personal survival and to protect his family. The danger comes from unexpected places. Will his empire crumble? It seems everyone is willing to resort to Dirty Dealings ... how low will Tony go to avoid the devastating consequences of failure?

Dirty Dealings is the final instalment in this series. The other books, in order, are Dangerous Games; Nasty Business; and Francesca.


And here's that extract for you...

She was hot-tempered, just like her father.

Tony looked out of the window at the passing traffic, his mind in turmoil. Never mind Jake. If this was some overheated joke, he would kill her himself!

‘Don’t park outside of the shop, Mark,’ Tony instructed his driver. ‘It may be night-time but I don’t want anyone seeing us go in there. I’ll let you know when the coast is clear and I’ve found out what the hell is going on.’

‘This okay, Tony?’ Mark, the driver, pulled in to the kerb.

He had heard the conversation on the journey and said nothing. He, too, was curious. ‘You okay to walk from here?’

‘I’m not fucking ancient, I can manage a few streets. I can walk, you know,’ snapped Tony.

Walking quickly, almost running, with Jake hot on his heels, they reached the new hair salon that Scarlet was having renovated. Tony and Jake could see the front shutters were down. Exchanging looks, they frowned. This got weirder by the minute. Where the hell was she?

Thankfully the streets were almost empty. Everyone had their plans for the bank holiday and had gone away for the weekend. Crossing the road and not speaking a word to each other, Tony pointed to the alley that led to the back entrance where the skips were.

It was a tense moment as neither of them knew what to expect. Maybe someone had kidnapped Scarlet and forced her to make the call so that Tony and Jake would walk into an ambush. Reaching for his trusted gun, which he always kept in the inside of the custom-made false lining of his jacket pocket, Tony noticed the exit door was ajar.

Now they were both curious, but still remained silent.

Tentatively touching the door, it swung open. Somebody was in there. Maybe it was burglars? Taking the lead, Tony walked to the staircase. The downstairs of the shop was in blackness, but upstairs he could hear something and the lights were on. He put his finger to his lips and looked at Jake, then they both climbed the stairs as quietly as possible.

As they neared the top of the staircase they could hear muffled sobs. It was a woman crying. Tony started running up the rest of the stairs. ‘Scarlet! Scarlet, where are you?’ he shouted. He followed the noise of the woman crying then stopped so sharply Jake bumped into him from behind.

About the Author


My name is Gillian Godden an Indie author and a full time NHS Key worker at a local inner city medical centre in East Hull, East Yorkshire, England. My patients come from all sectors of society and no two days are ever the same. My duty of care is to my patients and during the recent pandemic a lot of frightened and lonely people have relied upon us at the medical centre to offer guidance and support. This year is the 72nd anniversary of the NHS and we do everything we can to support out patients when they need us.

When I come home I like to wind down and writing is my escape from the mental stresses of my day. My job is not a 9 to 5 job and I work to support my patients when they need me so my days can be long.
The medical team at the surgery work together to support all our patients during their time of worry and need.
On a more personal note , I grew up in a large family and am the youngest of 7 siblings. Over the years we have lost touch as life moves on. I lived in London for over 30 years and during this time I worked in various London stripper pubs and venues. I have a grown up son who now lives and works in London as a hematology lab technician. He has been working on the Covid 19 testing and this has been a worrying time for us as a family.

Once he left for University 5 years ago I had more time on my hands I was encouraged to write a short story by a local library book competition. First prize was a P&O cruise and 2nd prize was £50, I lost to a pigeon fancier and an addicted crocheter.

My NHS colleagues supported my writing and encouraged me to continue to write, however being a little green and naive I went with a Vanity publisher, much to my cost. This experience did give me a platform to showcase my first book Francesca on Amazon and in the online book clubs. I was totally over whelmed by the response and people messaged me via social media wanting to know more about the characters and how Tony Lambrianu grew up and became so successful in the London Gangland crime world.

To answer their questions I went backwards in time and wrote Dangerous games and Nasty business. These also were successfully received by my now increasing readership, so in order to complete the series I wrote Dirty Dealings.
My readers are still interested in the characters throughout my books and asked for more information on the lives of Julie and Ralph Gold, so as I do everything I can to support my patients in my NHS job I wanted to do the same for my readers, so I am now writing Gold, the story of Julie and Ralph. Although this is a standalone book readers who have read all my other books will soon be able to find out more about Julie and Ralphs life and how they met.

Thanks so much to Gillian for stopping by the blog today!



Sunday, 13 September 2020

Blog Tour: Extract From Francesca by Gillian Godden @GGodden @lovebooksgroup #lovebookstours


Today is my stop on the tour for Francesca by Gillian Godden. I have an extract to share with you today and if you like the sound of that, you can click here to order your copy now. Don't forget to check out the other stops on the tour for more exclusive content and reviews. 

Here's what it's all about...

Single mother Francesca is struggling to get by when an act of desperation leads to her owing a debt to notorious gangland boss, Tony Lambrianu. Tony has his own troubles – a change of image from playboy to respectable married man is needed to further his criminal career. He has women falling at his feet, but none he wants to make his wife. As Francesca is drawn deeper into the dark underworld dealings of Tony and his associates, she has to make alliances of her own to survive. And she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her small son. This is a roller coaster ride of high stakes, dirty tricks, loyalty and love. Strap in – it’s a hell of a trip! Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.



Are you ready to read that extract?

Candy and the others pulled me to their side of the bar and frogmarched me to the little changing room. They opened their ‘work bags’ full of costumes. One by one, out came glamorous exotic garments they thought would suit me. Just the thought of going through with this made me squirm, but I did as I was told. (Old habits die hard!)

I was wearing stockings and suspenders. All of the shoes were too high and too big, so they stuffed the fronts with toilet paper! Then Raquel, a petite blonde stripper, handed me a white PVC nurse’s outfit. I felt ridiculous. I looked like I was going to a fancy-dress party—or something?

‘Right. Next some lipstick. Let’s put some make-up on that face of yours. Here, take this and go and collect some money.’ They were fully in charge of the situation.

‘I can’t. I feel silly,’ I said,’ and they won’t give me any money.’

They could see my dwindling confidence and knew I was going to back out and run for it, back to the safe haven behind the bar.

Raquel took my arm and opened the changing room door to the pub. I still wasn’t sure if they were using me as an object of ridicule. She walked me towards the customers and said, ‘Come on, guys, fresh meat. And no auditions for free.’ She pushed the glass towards them.

Fresh meat! That was how she described me? I lowered my eyes to the floor and was expecting rejection, which would end this drama. To my surprise, the guys started putting money in the glass. She walked with me to each one and joked and bantered with them, encouraging them to put more money in.

‘Right, Fran. We’re done. The DJ has picked out some music for you. The agents are at the bar. All you have to do is the same as you have seen us do a million times. Dance slowly, and most of all, take that worried look off your face and smile.’

It was a weak smile as I stumbled in those high court shoes stuffed with toilet roll. But after all the effort everyone had put in, including the men and their money, I didn’t want to let them down.

About the Author


My name is Gillian Godden an Indie author and a full time NHS Key worker at a local inner city medical centre in East Hull, East Yorkshire, England. My patients come from all sectors of society and no two days are ever the same. My duty of care is to my patients and during the recent pandemic a lot of frightened and lonely people have relied upon us at the medical centre to offer guidance and support. This year is the 72nd anniversary of the NHS and we do everything we can to support out patients when they need us.

When I come home I like to wind down and writing is my escape from the mental stresses of my day. My job is not a 9 to 5 job and I work to support my patients when they need me so my days can be long.
The medical team at the surgery work together to support all our patients during their time of worry and need.
On a more personal note , I grew up in a large family and am the youngest of 7 siblings. Over the years we have lost touch as life moves on. I lived in London for over 30 years and during this time I worked in various London stripper pubs and venues. I have a grown up son who now lives and works in London as a hematology lab technician. He has been working on the Covid 19 testing and this has been a worrying time for us as a family.

Once he left for University 5 years ago I had more time on my hands I was encouraged to write a short story by a local library book competition. First prize was a P&O cruise and 2nd prize was £50, I lost to a pigeon fancier and an addicted crocheter.

My NHS colleagues supported my writing and encouraged me to continue to write, however being a little green and naive I went with a Vanity publisher, much to my cost. This experience did give me a platform to showcase my first book Francesca on Amazon and in the online book clubs. I was totally over whelmed by the response and people messaged me via social media wanting to know more about the characters and how Tony Lambrianu grew up and became so successful in the London Gangland crime world.

To answer their questions I went backwards in time and wrote Dangerous games and Nasty business. These also were successfully received by my now increasing readership, so in order to complete the series I wrote Dirty Dealings.
My readers are still interested in the characters throughout my books and asked for more information on the lives of Julie and Ralph Gold, so as I do everything I can to support my patients in my NHS job I wanted to do the same for my readers, so I am now writing Gold, the story of Julie and Ralph. Although this is a standalone book readers who have read all my other books will soon be able to find out more about Julie and Ralphs life and how they met.

Thanks so much to Gillian for stopping by the blog today!


Wednesday, 5 August 2020

Blog Tour: Extract from Kissing Daisy Parker by Michael Milton @lovebooksgroup


Today is my stop on the blog tour for Kissing Daisy Parker by Michael Milton. I have an extract to share with you today and if you like the sound of that, you can click here to order your copy now. Don't forget to check out the other stops on the tour for more exclusive content and reviews. 

Here's what it's all about...

First loves. Last chances. Street Fighter II.

Daisy is a Sylvia Plath reading, Robert Smith devotee, planning on a summer of Australian beaches with or without her two favourite boys. Obsessed gamer and jealous boyfriend Greg needs the prize money from the Scottish Street Fighter II championships to join Daisy in Oz. She wouldn’t really go without him. Would she?

Scottish-born, English-accented Junaid is the couple’s best friend. Haunted by that school dance and terrified of the future, he finds himself falling for his best friend’s girl. When a disastrous event at the video game tournament brings Daisy and J closer together, Greg attempts the ultimate redemption.


Each makes decisions which alter the course of their friendship, and their lives, forever. But do the answers to life’s biggest questions truly lie in kissing Daisy Parker?



Are you ready for that extract?

DAISY: First, they snap your jaw. Then they shave your bones and bolt metal plates into your face. Your head puffs up to three times its normal size, and the bruises make you look like you’ve boxed twelve rounds with Iron Mike Tyson. It hurts. You scream when the packing comes out of your nose. Oh, and there’s the chance that the snapping, shaving and bolting of surgery won’t work. Psychological support? Zero. Nobody to help you process looking in the mirror at a totally different person. You were on a waiting list for months, in braces for two and a half years, and knew all along that this was coming. But nothing can prepare you. After seventeen years of looking at it in the mirror, the face on that person called “you” is gone.
Would I recommend it?
Definitely.
My profile’s no longer a waning crescent moon, my thin nose has widened, and my bottom teeth finally sit behind the top. My new jawline means no more:
Daisy’s chin is so big it has its own postcode.”
No more:
When Daisy entered the Big Chin Olympics they said ‘sorry, no professionals’.”
No more:
When Daisy fell and her chin hit the ground, I didn’t laugh, but the pavement cracked up.”
Double jaw surgery for a class three underbite is no fairytale. But it’s better than going through life hearing every “yo momma” joke turned into a “Daisy’s chin” joke. I do look better; pretty, even. I never thought I cared about that stuff. Turns out I do.
Eight months on and my face is still adjusting to its new shape, going through subtle changes week to week. People focus on the aesthetics, but I’m still retraining my jaw muscles. I thought that once my bottom teeth sat behind the top, I’d be able to indulge my sense of taste. Nope. I’ve actually lost a chunk of weight ‘cause I can’t be bothered chewing food. I can crunch into an apple for the first time in my life, but don’t expect me to finish the thing. It’s too much work. Another side effect is a permanent numbness in the lower left part of my face (heightening my ever-so-ladylike habit of sleep-drooling). You wouldn’t notice it though, even now I’ve told you it’s there.
Is it weird?
I suppose so, but my entire head’s a different shape, so everything feels weird. I’ve got used to the numbness the same way I’ve got used to everything else. To eating and drinking and brushing my teeth.
Kissing?
Well, that’s flipped on its head. To be honest, the new Daisy isn’t used to kissing the old Greg, but between you and me, that’s got nothing to do with my jawline.

About the Author


Michael Milton spent the first 25 years of his life pretending to be other people. After switching drama school for university, he travelled the world as an English teacher and returned home to complete his MA in Creative Writing.
 His stories have been long and short listed for the Fish Prize, the Bath Short Story Award, the Mogford Prize and the Emerge Impact Creative Writing Prize. Kissing Daisy Parker is his first novel, and yes, he can beat you at Street Fighter.
Thanks to Michael for stopping by the blog today!