Friday, 22 June 2018

Just by Jenny Morton Potts - Blog Tour, Guest Post & #Giveaway (Open Internationally)

I am delighted today to be featuring a new novel by Jenny Morton Potts called Just.  Jenny has written a fun guest post for my blog, about eavesdropping and you can also enter a giveaway to win a copy of Just

How far would you go to save a life?

On golden Mediterranean sands, maverick doctor Scott
Langbrook falls recklessly in love with his team leader,
Fiyori Maziq. If only that was the extent of his falling, but
Scott descends into the hellish clutches of someone much
more sinister.

‘Just’ is a story of love and loss, of terror and triumph. Set
in idyllic Cambridge and on the shores of the Med and
Cornwall, our characters fight for their very lives on land
and at sea. 

An unforgettable novel which goes to the heart of our
catastrophic times, and seeks salvation.



Well, do you? Listen in to other people’s private conversations
? I certainly do. I have a pressing concern for matters which
don’t concern me. In fact, I’m in trouble for it, from time to
time. It usually happens on holiday. That’s when I get most
of my café entertainment. And my partner, quite rightly,
expects my full attention, and conversation. I do give it
freely but, I don’t know, something just comes over me
when the couple at the next table start to talk. I lean in and
curl my long hair behind my ear. Of course, as a writer, I am
able to excuse myself. ‘This is my work, darling. It’s dialogue
research. Why don’t you order us another Venti, sugar-free,
non-fat, vanilla soy, double shot, decaf, no foam, extra hot,
peppermint white chocolate mocha with light whip and
extra syrup. Perhaps. Or get the menu. I’m suddenly
It doesn’t even seem to matter to me when the language is
one of which I have no knowledge. I still need to examine
their facial expressions, their body language, their mood;
their intention! Sometimes, it can be a whole family I am
eavesdropping on. Preferably, there has been some sort of
disgraceful incident. Usually the youngest child (like I was,
and technically still am). But mostly, I home in on couples,
because they have only one another, an intimacy which gives
them no-one to deflect and nowhere to hide. And in the
couple category, the most fascinating of all is the one which
doesn’t speak! You often get this in couples who have been
married for a duration which is longer than homo sapiens
were ever designed to live. And then there is the absolute
piece de resistance sub-category: the young couple who
don’t speak at all. That means… a rift, an argument. And
in my defence, because I’ll be glued to them at this point,
hardly able to conceal my ardour, I am a writer. Did I
mention that? Once upon a time, this last sub-category
came my way and I almost got out my notebook. But I think
my partner might’ve hurled it into the Danube had I tried
and so I held myself in check. Listen, this was the scenario:
We were in a riverside café in Budapest. So far, the weekend
had been idyllic. Fabulous hotel room overlooking the Chain
Bridge. Playing chess on a pontoon in the sulphuric hot
spring baths. Lots of us time… So I was very much in credit,
as regards behaviour. And that’s when I saw them. A young
couple disembarking from one of the cruise boats. She was
walking well ahead, since her pace was furious and his gait
was reluctant. He was looking down, head slumped into his
shoulders like a pissed off tortoise. She got to the café and
roughly pulled a chair out from the table next to us. Reader,
I couldn’t help it, my eyes saucered and I noticed when the
man reached our new neighbour’s table too, that my
partner’s eyes had closed in resignation.
‘Well?’ he said. (Yes! English!) ‘May I join you? Or are you
going to carry this thing on and on and on?’ (What thing?
What thing? I felt my fingers swiping at my phone for voice
recorder. My partner grabbed the device and pocketed it.)
The girl’s chin jutted out towards the river. ‘You can sit
where you like.’ She gestured around at the empty tables.
‘Fine. Ok fine. We’ve wanted to see Budapest for, like,
forever, but if you’re going to be like this, I might as well go
back on board and catch up on some work.’ (They’ve
wanted to see Budapest for, like, forever’ but they’re
only about twenty five. I had to wait till I was in my forties.
‘Some work? Catch up on some WORK!’ She stood up
abruptly, the feet of her metal chair shrieking on the
cobbles. ‘How practical. How very sensible. Good for you.
It’s only your fucking honeymoon!’ And she ran, yes ran,
off into a large crowd nearby, who were listening to a folk
group on the quay.
Reader, my cup ranneth over. The girl was lost in the milieu
before her new husband went after her. When I could see
them no longer, I looked at my lovely partner, who was
holding out my notebook, grinning.


Author Bio –  Jenny is a novelist, screenplay writer, and
playwright. After a series of ‘proper jobs’, she realized she
was living someone else’s life and escaped to Gascony to
make gîtes. Knee deep in cement and pregnant, Jenny was
happy. Then autism and a distracted spine surgeon wiped
out the order. Returned to wonderful England, to write her
socks off.
Jenny would like to see the Northern Lights but worries
that’s the best bit and should be saved till last. Very happily,
and gratefully, settled with the family. She tries not to take
herself too seriously.
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Giveaway – Win  5 x e-copies of Just by
Jenny Morton Potts (Open Internationally)
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