Wednesday, 21 November 2018

The Merest Loss by Steven Neil - Blog Tour & Extract

Today, I am delighted to be part of Steven Neil's blog tour for his new book The Merest Lossthanks to Rachel at Rachel's Random Resources ...... and I have an exclusive extract .....



A story of love and political intrigue, set against the backdrop of the English hunting shires and the streets of Victorian London and post-revolutionary Paris.

When Harriet Howard becomes Louis Napoleon’s mistress and financial backer and appears at his side in Paris in 1848, it is as if she has emerged from nowhere. How did the English daughter of a Norfolk boot-maker meet the future Emperor? Who is the mysterious Nicholas Sly and what is his hold over Harriet?

Can Harriet meet her obligations and return to her former life and the man she left behind? What is her involvement with British Government secret services? Can Harriet’s friend, jockey Tom Olliver, help her son Martin solve his own mystery: the identity of his father?

The central character is Harriet Howard and the action takes place between 1836 and 1873. The plot centres on Harriet’s relationships with Louis Napoleon and famous Grand National winning jockey, Jem Mason. The backdrop to the action includes significant characters from the age, including Lord Palmerston, Queen Victoria and the Duke of Grafton, as well as Emperor Napoleon III. The worlds of horse racing, hunting and government provide the scope for rural settings to contrast with the city scenes of London and Paris and for racing skulduggery to vie with political chicanery.


The Merest Loss is historical fiction with a twist. It’s pacey and exciting with captivating characters and a distinctive narrative voice.
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EXCLUSIVE EXTRACT

The plot thickens

All seems lost in the relationship between Harriet Howard and Jem Mason, but an unexpected meeting, prompted from an unexpected source shifts the plot. In chapter seventeen of The Merest Loss Jean Mocquard emerges as an unlikely ally.

Chapter Seventeen
Everything is Risked
London, England
Paris, France
1850

At La Marche, Tom and Jem walk the course to familiarise themselves with the layout of the track. The turf is a pristine, luxuriant green. Old turf. They find a figure of eight course, laid out on a broadly flat, meadowland site. The track goes right-handed, then left-handed, then right-handed again. The plain fences are tightly packed with birch. Unforgiving to a lazy jumper, thinks Tom. As well as the familiar fences found in England, there is a rail and ditch, a bullfinch, a bank, a water jump and a few sheep hurdles. Jem thinks it owes more to what might be encountered in a day’s hunting in Ireland, than an English steeplechase course. There is a complete absence of guide rails and only very occasional flags. It is a test of memory as well as bravery.
    ‘Should be a craic,’ says Tom.
    ‘If we don’t get dizzy first,’ says Jem.
    Harriet and Mocquard arrive at one o’clock. The newly painted grandstand shines white in the sunlight and multicoloured pennants flutter overhead in the breeze. On the first floor, an elegant dining room, fitted out with crystal and damask, greets the opulently dressed racegoers. French and English voices mingle. Waiters glide between the tables. In a far corner, a bearded student sits at a piano and makes a passable attempt at some Chopin sonatas. Harriet picks at her food and twists at the end of her napkin. When the horses come into the parade ring for the first race the room empties, as everyone makes their way to view the runners and riders. The scene never fails to excite Harriet, but there is an added frisson today. Standing across the paddock, she sees Jem Mason and Tom Olliver, smiling and joking together. The afternoon passes in a blur of flashing jockey silks and the glint of gleaming thoroughbreds. Tom and Jem ride two winners each: Tom, all power and strength and driving finishes, whip high, roaring; Jem, almost lazy by comparison, long rein, squeezing the horses into the fences, his whip an ornament, patting the horses on the neck as they pass the winning post.
    At the conclusion of the racing, Mocquard arranges an introduction to Lord Hertford, in his private box. He, in turn, introduces his jockeys to Harriet.
    ‘How lovely to see you again Tom. You must tell me all the gossip from home,’ she says.
    ‘I see you know each other. Do you know Mason as well?’
    ‘Hello, Jem.’
    There are perhaps twenty-five people in the box, which has two balconies attached: one looking forward across the racecourse; one looking back at the stables and parade ring. Mocquard is adept at manoeuvring people around, making introductions here and there, turning this person to that; a deft pull at an elbow, a gentle hand in the small of the back. After a while, Jem and Harriet find themselves alone on the rear balcony. A door closes behind them.
    ‘We may not have another chance, Jem,’ she says. ‘I don’t want to live my life in complete regret. What do you want?’
    ‘I wish I knew.’
    ‘You wish you knew or you wish you could admit it?’
    ‘You know what I think but I don’t, is that it?’
    ‘No. I know what I think. I have no pride. But you are the mystery. Let me be clear. I would like us to be as we once were. I am prepared to risk a rebuttal. But I will have tried. Is it so hard to tell the truth? Walk towards me or walk away from me. But don’t stand and look at me. What is it to be?’
    When the carriages are called, Mocquard leaves without Harriet. She and Jem are nowhere to be seen.

© Steven Neil

THE MEREST LOSS is available in paperback and eBook in the UK, US, France, Canada and Australia.

Follow Steven Neil on https://twitter.com/stevenneil12 for information on how to purchase the paperback through an independent bookseller in the UK.


Author Bio Steven Neil has a BSc in Economics from the London School of Economics, a BA in English Literature and Creative Writing from the Open University and an MA in Creative Writing from Oxford Brookes University. In his working life he has been a bookmaker’s clerk, management tutor, management consultant, bloodstock agent and racehorse breeder. He is married and lives in rural Northamptonshire.

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Monday, 19 November 2018

Wreath Between the Lines by Dary Wood Gerber - Blog Tour Spotlight & Giveaway (US only)


Wreath Between the Lines (A Cookbook Nook Mystery) by Daryl Wood Gerber

 

About the Book



Cozy Mystery 7th in Series Beyond the Page (November 8, 2018) 
Print Length: 221 pages 
ASIN: B07GC4FJK4
The Agatha Award–winning author of Pressing the Issue returns to the Cookbook Nook, where Jenna Hart is busy decking the halls and ducking a killer . . .
The holidays are Jenna Hart’s favorite time of year, but just as she’s decorating the Cookbook Nook for all the festive events, her imperious older sister makes a surprise visit, anxious that her husband’s been more naughty than nice. To make matters worse, her father’s good friend Jake shows up on her doorstep with a frantic report that his friend has been murdered—trussed with Christmas lights and impaled with a tree star.
Worried that Jake was the intended victim, Jenna makes a list of suspects and checks it twice. Swapping her Santa’s hat for a sleuthing cap, she gets busy investigating Jake’s long-lost sister, his Grinch of a neighbor, and a stamp collector who covets Jake’s most treasured piece. When Jake himself is poisoned and nearly dies, Jenna knows she’ll have to do whatever it takes to corner the culprit before it’s lights out for Jake . . .
Includes tantalizing holiday recipes!

About the Author

 

DARYL WOOD GERBER writes the nationally bestselling Cookbook Nook Mystery series featuring a cookbook store owner who is an avid reader and admitted foodie, set on the coast of California. As AVERY AAMES, she pens the Agatha Award-winning, nationally bestselling Cheese Shop Mystery series featuring a cheese shop owner amateur sleuth, set in the fictional town of Providence, Ohio. Daryl’s short stories have been nominated for the Agatha, Anthony, and other awards. Fun tidbit: as an actress, Daryl has appeared in “Murder, She Wrote” and more.

Author Links Visit Daryl or Avery at

www.darylwoodgerber.com. “They” blog on www.mysteryloverskitchen.com as well as www.killercharacters.com Daryl’s Blog – http://www.darylwoodgerber.com Avery’s Blog – http://www.averyaames.com Mystery Lover’s Kitchen – http://www.mysteryloverskitchen.com Killer Characters – http://killercharacters.com Facebook: Daryl http://www.facebook.com/darylwoodgerber Avery http://www.facebook.com/averyaames Twitter: @AveryAames @DarylWoodGerber Goodreads: Daryl Wood Gerber https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4750535.Daryl_Wood_Gerber Avery Aames https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3153786.Avery_Aames Purchase Link - Amazon 
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TOUR PARTICIPANTS 
November 8 – The Book's the Thing - REVIEW, RECIPE GUEST POST 
November 8 – My Journey Back – SPOTLIGHT 
November 9 – That's What She's Reading – SPOTLIGHT November 9 – Mystery Thrillers and Romantic Suspense Reviews – SPOTLIGHT 
November 10 – Here's How It Happened – SPOTLIGHT November 11 – Moonlight Rendezvous – REVIEW November 12 – A Chick Who Reads – REVIEW 
November 12 – Reading Is My SuperPower - RECIPE GUEST POST 
November 13 – Cinnamon, Sugar, and a Little Bit of Murder – REVIEW 
November 13 – A Holland Reads – SPOTLIGHT November 14 – Laura's Interests – REVIEW 
November 14 – Island Confidential – SPOTLIGHT November 15 – My Reading Journeys – REVIEW November 16 – The Avid Reader – REVIEW 
November 16 – Valerie's Musings – REVIEW 
November 17 – cherylbbookblog – REVIEW 
November 18 – Lisa Ks Book Reviews - REVIEW, AUTHOR INTERVIEW 
November 18 – Varietats – SPOTLIGHT 
November 18 – Cozy Up With Kathy - REVIEW, RECIPE GUEST POST 
November 19 – Books a Plenty Book Reviews – REVIEW November 19 – Carole's Book Corner – SPOTLIGHT November 20 – Carstairs Considers – REVIEW 
November 20 – The Montana Bookaholic - REVIEW, RECIPE GUEST POST 
November 20 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book - REVIEW 
November 21 – Melina's Book Blog – REVIEW 
November 21 – Brooke Blogs – SPOTLIGHT 


Saturday, 17 November 2018

The Winters by Lisa Gabriele - Blog Tour

Today, I am delighted to be part of Lisa Gabriele's blog tour for her new book The Wintersthanks to Vintage Books ......



After a whirlwind romance, a young woman returns to the opulent, secluded mansion of her new fiancé Max Winter – a wealthy senator and recent widower – and a life of luxury she’s never known. But all is not as it appears at the Asherley estate. The house is steeped in the memory of Max’s beautiful wife Rebekah, who haunts the young woman’s imagination and feeds her uncertainties, while his very alive daughter Dani makes her life a living hell. As the soon-to-be second Mrs Winter grows more in love with Max, and more afraid of Dani, she is drawn deeper into the family’s dark secrets – the kind of secrets that could kill her, too.



Meet the Author

LISA GABRIELE is the author of several bestselling novels. Her writing has appeared in Glamour, Vice, Elle, the New York Times Magazine and Salon as well as various anthologies including The Best American Non required Reading Series. An award- winning T.V. producer, she has lived in Washington D.C. and New York City, and now lives in Toronto.

A TWISTY, ADDICTIVE AND SUSPENSEFUL READ FOR FANS OF B. A. PARIS, JP DELANEY

AND LIANE MORIARTY

INSPIRED BY DAPHNE DU MAURIER’S REBECCA

SET IN THE GLAMOUROUS WORLD OF THE NEW YORK HAMPTONS



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Friday, 16 November 2018

Close Encounters of the Traveling Kind by Amanda Jayne - Blog Tour, Excerpt, Guest Review & Giveaway


This collection of near-death (and a few almost-near-death) stories take you on adventures in Africa, South America, Nepal, Japan and Thailand. Close Encounters with an angry snake, the edge of an abyss, an unfriendly African tribe, a fake guide or two, a mean Dutch man, a magic whirlpool, a nasty case of Typhoid and a severe case of mountain stupidity are told with the confidence of a traveler who has discovered that no matter what happens, everything works out in the end.


Guest Review by Betty B.
I love to travel and have done quite a bit of it.  I like to go on
gentle walks, sun bath, and even take a dip in the ocean.
However, I like to travel in comfort and am not an adventure
traveler.  I went camping once and vowed never to do it again.
That said, I love to read about adventure travel. So, you
could say that I am an armchair adventure traveler.
Amanda Jayne has done a lot of adventure traveling and has
written a memoir about her experiences in ‘Close Encounters
of the Traveling Kind’.  The thing to know is that it is a lot
about mishaps that could have taken her life, so it ups the
ante on the adventure part! There is a kind of ‘moral to the
story’ for every adventure.  
In the lead essay Jayne is teaching in Japan and during a
night of drinking she and other teachers decide it would be a
great idea to climb Mount Fuji.  They are all to meet and the
base but only Amanda and one other teacher show up.
Their inexperience shows from the start and their lives end up
in jeopardy.  If they would have done what the Japanese
climbers had done, they most likely would have not had
problems. The moral is, do what the natives are doing! On a
trip in the Amazon in Bolivia, one of the morals was “always
go to the toilet in twos”. In Northern Thailand, on a rafting trip,
the moral was “don’t believe everything Google says” and
“never trust a cocky guide.”
As you probably guessed from my examples, this book is very
humorous.  It had me laughing so hard at times that I had to
run to the bathroom in fear that I would wet my pants.  Ms.
Jayne really has a writing style that makes you feel like you
were there. Her poetic prose and the way she captures
nature in words is inspiring.  If you love adventure travel, even
if it’s just from an armchair, I highly recommend you read
‘Close Encounters of the Traveling Kind.’ You will not be
disappointed!  I give it 5 out of 5 stars.

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT

From Chapter 7 - A series of Unfortunate Events, South Africa
to Lesoto 1990

I was shaking so hard it took a good hour to calm down, which
meant I didn’t even question where we were going until then.
It was pitch black outside now and must have been many
hours (as the guy in the information office in Durban said)
since we’d left. I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything. I sidled over
to the edge of the seat and looked at the guy who’d spoken to
me earlier.
 “Where are we going?” I whispered. It was the first time I’d
noticed that no-one had gone through the border.
He whispered back through the dim lights on the bus. “Not
allowed in. Wrong tribe. Must go another border. Many hours.”
And that was the end of our conversation.  

We bumped and jogged our way over dirt roads for another
few hours. My headache had progressed and was splitting my
head in two. I needed water, but there wasn’t any so I’d have
to wait. I had no idea where we were, I just needed to hold on
and get to the next border crossing. My thoughts ran wildly
through my throbbing head and my nervous system screamed
along with the squeaks and screeches of the bus. Then we
stopped. The engine died down, lights went dark and
everyone gradually filed off the bus in silence. I peered into
the inky blackness through the window. Where were we?
There was nothing here. They were probably going to the
bathroom again, but I had no desire to go and stayed on the
bus, waiting. No one came back. About half an hour later,
head pounding, I decided to see where they’d gone and
whether there was any liquid there. I was getting desperate.

We were in a field, as far as I could make out. I rounded the
bus, there was nothing here. As I came back to the front of
the bus, I noticed a light burning, way in the distance. I guess
that’s where they are, I shrugged, and my desperation for
something to drink made me head for the light.

As I approached the glow, I heard music, drumming that
seemed to beat with my heart, faster and faster. This time it
was like something from a movie. I appeared in the doorway
to find a large open area on my left where men were
drumming, chanting and dancing in tribal dress. On my right,
were benches where men and women were drinking and
chatting.
The drumming stopped.
The chanting died.
The chatting faded away.
Everyone turned to stare at me in silence. I gazed out in
horror at the sea of wide, unfriendly eyes and tried to make
my brain work out the best thing to do. Running would be
stupid, I settled on showing I wasn’t a threat instead.
The bar was at the back of the structure. I took a deep breath,
steadied myself and walked through the crowd to the bar. The
crowd parted like the red sea. Still no-one made a sound.  
The journey seemed to take an age, I was floating, then I
heard my voice as though it were coming through a loud
speaker.
 “I’d like a coke please.”
A shadow on my right made me look up. A tall African man in
tribal dress, at least six foot three loomed over me. He looked
me in the eyes, put a finger to his throat and gestured slicing
it from one side to the other.
I ran.
I legged it out and back across the field. I could hear people
running after me and men shouting to each other. I ran. That
same strength I’d felt only hours earlier roared up from deep
within and I sprinted faster than I’d ever imagined I could. The
voices were still behind me, closer, shouting and laughing now.
I could see the bus - but running onto the bus would only trap
me as I couldn’t close the door, so I turned towards a small
hut I could just make out through the first light of a murky
dawn. 20 meters now, 10, 5, I prayed it had a lock inside as
the sounds of the men behind me got closer.
I grabbed at the door, flung my heaving body inside, shut it
and - thank God - locked it just as one of the men reached me
and started banging and shaking the door. It seemed to be
holding up as they hammered on it so I turned to see where I
was. The stench hit me like a brick wall. Tiny streams of dawn
poked through the ceiling onto a large heap of diarrhoea
around a hole in the ground. I threw up again and again,
adding to the mess of bodily fluids, listening to the sound of
the men talking and laughing outside the locked door.
When my stomach stopped heaving, I waited.

About Amanda JayneClose Encounters of the Traveling Kind by Amanda Jayne

Amanda Jayne never wanted to live a normal life, which she has achieved with resounding success so far. She realised books were magic and could take you to other places, times and universes when she was very young and wanted to become an author immediately. However, she waited several decades so she could do other things first.
Her love for travel began with a six month South Africa trip at age 18 and continued with short jaunts in Eastern Europe during the years she worked in the mental health field.
As soon as she realised offices, rules and regulations were not her thing, she left her job and her native England to find out more about the world and the amazing array of people living in it. She spent 10 years living and travelling in various countries and finally returned to the UK in 2009 after gaining a masters in Spiritual Psychology in the USA and walking 1,200 km around the 88 temples pilgrimage in Shikoku, Japan.
These days she teaches Jikiden Reiki, makes websites and writes books. She’s sometimes quite busy. Some of the things she loves are trees, art, being with friends, making up stories for her nephews, karaoke, cats and dark chocolate, not necessarily in that order. She lives in a quiet corner of Kent in the UK and tries, but usually fails, to stay there for long periods of time.

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