Friday, 2 August 2019

Cover Reveal: The Christmas Calendar Girls by Samantha Tonge

The Christmas Calendar Girls by Samantha Tonge

This Christmas fall in love with the town of Chesterwood...
Christmas is meant to be a time of giving, so with Chesterwood food bank under risk of closure Fern knows just what to do to save it. She's going to get the town to create a living advent calendar.
Fern, and her best friends, call for help from the local community to bring this calendar to life. When Kit, the new man in town, offers his assistance Fern's heart can't help but skip a beat (or two).
As they grow ever closer, Fern must admit that Kit's breaking down the barriers she built after the death of her husband. But his past is holding him back and Fern doesn't know how to reach him. No matter how hard she tries.
In this town, Kit's not the only one with secrets. Domestic goddess Cara is behaving oddly, burning meals in the oven and clothes whilst ironing, and Davina's perfect children are causing trouble at school leaving her son, Jasper, desperately unhappy.
Can the Christmas Calendar Girls find a way to bring the community together in time to save the food bank, while still supporting their families and each other? Can Fern find love again with Kit?
This is a story about kindness and letting go of the past. It's about looking out for your neighbours and about making every day feel like Christmas.

Publication Date: 3rd October 2019

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Samantha Tonge lives in Manchester UK with her husband and children. She studied German and French at university and has worked abroad, including a stint at Disneyland Paris. She has travelled widely.
When not writing she passes her days cycling, baking and drinking coffee. Samantha has sold many dozens of short stories to women's magazines.
She is represented by the Darley Anderson literary agency. In 2013, she landed a publishing deal for romantic comedy fiction with HQDigital at HarperCollins and in 2014, her bestselling debut, Doubting Abbey, was shortlisted for the Festival of Romantic Fiction best Ebook award. In 2015 her summer novel, Game of Scones, hit #5 in the UK Kindle chart and won the Love Stories Awards Best Romantic Ebook category. In 2018 Forgive Me Not, heralded a new direction into darker women's fiction with publisher Canelo. In 2019 she was shortlisted for the Romantic Novelists' Association romantic comedy award. 

New Release Spotlight & Extract: Buried Treasure by Gilli Allan

Buried Treasure by Gilli Allan

Their backgrounds could hardly be further apart, their expectations in life more different. And there is nothing in the first meeting between the conference planner and the university lecturer which suggests they should expect or even want to connect again. But they have more in common than they could ever have imagined. Both have unresolved issues from the past which have marked them; both have an archaeological puzzle they want to solve. Their stories intertwine and they discover together that treasure isn’t always what it seems.

Buried Treasure is a story told in alternate, dedicated chapters, from the points of view of Jane Smith and Dr Theo Tyler.
It is late afternoon. Jane, and Emma her assistant, are driving home from Cambridge to Bedford. They have been scoping out Lancaster College as a possible venue for the first big conference of Jane’s free-lance career as an event’s organiser, during which they have twice come face to face with a one of the university lecturers. On both occasions the impression left on either side has not been flattering.

Bastard!’ Jane hits the brake as the car in front of her suddenly slows.
It’s the traffic ahead that’s stopped!’
I don’t mean...! That bloody man, back at Lancaster. The one with the white hair.’
Well...’ Emma demurs. The mood of excitement and independence which had infused Jane when they set out this morning has drained away. The cold wind and gathering cloud made the decision about closing the car roof a no-brainer. Now she feels tired, irritated and defensive.
What do you mean ... we - ell?’
He didn’t say much. He wasn’t rude.’
Depends on your definition. He kept staring at my feet.’
Your feet? Perhaps he was admiring your sandals.’
Don’t think so.... Bloody hell! If we’d left when I planned to...!’ she adds, when the traffic ahead inexplicably slows again. ‘Did you not see him sneer. How should I know the Banqueting Hall isn’t the real deal?’
I suppose it must be on the website.’
When I originally did the research, I was concentrating on the conference facilities. The detail of the history passed me by. Of course, I clicked through the images, but the reality of the hall eclipsed my expectations.’
No one would guess it’s Victorian,’ Emma reassures her.
And those tourists loved it. They didn’t care whether it’s a hundred or five hundred years old. What really appeals to me is the irony of a conference on modern urban planning held amongst all those ancient cloisters and courts and half-timbered elevations. The fact that not all of it is as quite as old as it looks is not going to put me off recommending Lancaster to my client.’
I should think not!’
Professor what’s-his-face may think it’s a travesty, but who cares. It’s not as if we’re likely ever to see him again.’
Although....’ Emma says, slowly, ‘he is quite fit. I wouldn’t throw him out of bed.’
What? For God sake Emma! You’re always on the look-out for potential boyfriends. First Aaron, now Professor ... I don’t know.’ She shakes her head in exasperation. ‘Plum! He’s old!’
Emma laughs. ‘Be fair, Jane, he’s not old.’
His hair is whiter than my grandfather’s!’
But there’s plenty of it, and it wasn’t, like, really white. It was more, like, silver. He must be one of those people whose hair goes grey prematurely. I thought it was an attractive combo.’
Well, I hope I never see him again. And there’s no reason to.’ Jane says, with an emphatic slap down on the indicator, to exit on the slip road. ‘Our conference is absolutely nothing to do with him.... So why did he have to make me feel small?’
Look, I didn’t take to the man! I just happened to notice he’s nice looking. He’s one of those brains-on-legs, too grand to interact on a human level with the hoi polloi.’
Exactly. An upper-class fogey, existing in a rarefied atmosphere, without the faintest clue how the rest of the world lives.’ Jane’s dismissiveness masks her real lack of confidence. It’s far too easy to undermine her, too easy to make her feel inadequate and ill-educated. Even Lew, who was so disparaging of graduates, who always said how proud he was of her initiative, her spirit and her natural intelligence, had ultimately played her for a fool and made her feel like the lowest of the low.
Above them the sky is still overcast, but stretched across the western horizon the bruise-dark cloud is layered, the low sun bleeding brilliant gouts of red, gold and orange through every split and cranny. The light show may be spectacular but she can do without it just now. She squints and dips her head, to avoid the fiery shafts that beam directly into her eyes.
Bastard!’ she repeats, flipping the sun shield down.

Gilli Allan began to write in childhood - a hobby pursued throughout her teenage. Writing was only abandoned when she left home, and real life supplanted the fiction.

After a few false starts she worked longest and most happily as a commercial artist, and only began writing again when she became a mother.

Living in Gloucestershire with her husband Geoff, Gilli is still a keen artist. She draws and paints and has now moved into book illustration.

Currently published by Accent Press, each of her books, TORN, LIFE CLASS and FLY or FALL has won a ‘Chill with a Book’ award.

Following in the family tradition, her son, historian Thomas Williams, is also a writer. His most recent work, published by William Collins, is ‘Viking Britain’.

Spotlight and Excerpt: Lure Of Obsession by Lisa Kessler

Lure Of Obsession by Lisa Kessler

Fated Mates meets Clash of the Titans!

Melanie Jacoby is the human vessel for the Muse of Tragic Poetry, but she isn't prepared for the tragedy of finding her roommate dead at the bottom of the stairs.

Nate Malone is the detective assigned to the case, but as the evidence points to an accidental fall, the visions begin. He sees a killer in a gold Kronos mask.

Mel is the next target, but Nate's determination to protect her is almost as strong as his desire for her.

And tragedy isn't part of his plan.

The Prophecy - "Every generation the nine daughters of Zeus are reborn, and with their rebirth are also nine Guardians. They will be marked by the gods, and given gifts to protect his treasure. Their abilities will only be unlocked when they find their muse." 

2016, 2017 & 2018 voted Reviewers Choice Best Fantasy Romance Series - Paranormal Romance Guild

A sexy new paranormal series from best selling author Lisa Kessler featuring Greek gods, Lycan shifters, Navy SEALs, police detectives and more...

"Another beautiful series from an unbelievable author. She gets me every time." #1 NYT Bestselling Author Sherrilyn Kenyon

Finalist -  2017 Kathryn Hayes When Sparks Fly Contest - Best Paranormal Romance 

Reviewers Choice Best Fantasy Romance of 2016 - The Paranormal Romance Guild

Top 10 - Best Romance of 2016 in the Preditors & Editors readers poll

Thanks for having me on the blog! I’m Lisa Kessler and I write paranormal romances with tortured heroes and strong heroines.
This scene happens after their first night together. Nate Malone still has MANY secrets, but his muse, Mel, is already cracking through his tough detective shell.
Mel wandered over to his closet and selected a black dress shirt for her morning ensemble. She had it almost buttoned all the way when Nate came out of the bathroom and froze.
She cringed. “Do you have a thing about someone wearing your clothes? Sorry. I should have asked first.”
No, it’s not that.” He swallowed and shook his head as a crooked smile crept onto his face. “If this is your ploy to get me back here fast, it’s definitely going to work.” He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms, one hand sliding up her leg and under the shirt to cup her ass. “You are so sexy.”
Mel grinned. “If I didn’t have morning breath, I’d kiss you.”
He laughed, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I’ll be right back.” As he headed to the door, he called over his shoulder, “And I’ll be collecting that kiss.”
Mel wandered into his kitchen and opened the fridge. Food, or lack thereof, could tell you a lot about a person. He had the typical “man staples,”—bacon, milk, eggs, a hunk of cheddar cheese, a little bit of butter—but the bottom shelf made her laugh. There was an open package of sour gummy worms. Cute.
She took out the eggs and bacon and went to work. When Nate came through the front door twenty minutes later, the bacon was almost done and she was whipping up the scrambled eggs.
He put a shopping bag on the counter and grinned. “Smells like heaven in here.”
Why, thank you.” She poured the eggs into the frying pan and handed him a spatula. “Can you cook these while I clean up?”
He took the spatula and smiled, and she headed for the bedroom, only stopping once to see if he was watching her ass wiggle under his shirt.
He chuckled. “I’d have to be dead not to look.”
I’m glad to see you’re in good health.” She grinned.

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Lisa Kessler is a Best Selling author of dark paranormal fiction. She's a two-time San Diego Book Award winner for Best Published Fantasy-Sci-fi-Horror and Best Published Romance. Her books have also won the PRISM award, the Award of Excellence, the National Excellence in Romantic Fiction Award, the Award of Merit from the Holt Medallion, and an International Digital Award for Best Paranormal. 

Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award. 

When she's not writing, Lisa is a professional vocalist, and has performed with San Diego Opera as well as other musical theater companies in San Diego.

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