Thursday, 24 July 2014

Guest Author - Samantha Tonge

Today Samantha Tonge is guest author. She is celebrating the release of her latest novel


  • Format: Kindle Edition
  • File Size: 2404 KB
  • Publisher: Carina (24 July 2014)
  • ASIN: B00KYU49XK
Every girl dreams of hearing those four magical words Will you marry me? But no-one tells you what’s supposed to happen next…
Fun-loving Gemma Goodwin knows she should be revelling in her happy-ever-after. Except when her boyfriend Lord Edward popped the question, after a whirlwind romance, although she didn’t say no….she didn’t exactly say yes either!
A month-long cookery course in Paris could be just the place to make sure her heart and her head are on the same page… And however disenchanted with romance Gemma is feeling, the City of Love has plenty to keep her busy; the champagne is decadently quaffable, the croissants almost too delicious, and shopping is a national past-time! In fact, everything in Paris makes her want to say Je t’aime… Except Edward!
But whilst Paris might offer plenty of distractions from wedding planning – including her new friends, mysterious Joe and hot French rockstar Blade - there’s no reason she couldn’t just try one or two couture dresses is there? Just for fun…



Two halves of the same shell


Recently I was walking along a beautiful, sandy beach and kept seeing open pairs of empty razor clam shells, the two halves still attached. It got me thinking how many human couples are part of the same whole too, even though they are individually quite different.
For example, later this year, my husband and I are going on a family trip to Japan. For months now I have been fretting about all the negatives. How the long aeroplane journey will aggravate my bad back – as will the thin Japanese beds on the floor. Plus I’m a pizza and pie kind of girl – how on earth am I ever going to find anything to eat?!
Whereas my other half could sleep standing up. He’ll eat anything, cooked or raw. Plus he doesn’t worry about things in advance – he’s a ‘live in the moment’ kind of guy – and despairs of my ability to find the potentially disastrous loopholes in any best laid plans!
Yet together my anxiousness and his laid back nature compliment each other perfectly. A bit like the qualities of Gemma and Lord Edward in From Paris with Love. Whilst this book is a standalone sequel, those of you who’ve read the first one, Doubting Abbey, will have seen how this theme relates to the two main characters. Gemma is flighty, spontaneous and good-natured. Whereas at the beginning Edward is uptight, lives life to a schedule and could beat Grumpy Cat in a competition to take the most down-in-mouth photo! Yet these opposites do attract and as a result Gemma and Edward learn to view the world in a slightly different way. This journey of change continues during their trip to Paris. Gemma has matured after dating a responsible aristocrat for a few months, whereas after his stuffy upbringing, Edward is finally learning how to have fun.
And there is certainly scope for fun in From Paris with Love, thanks to the French capital’s gastronomic delights and wonderful places to visit. Plus a mystery man called Joe Bloggs (yes really!) and hot rockstar Blade, both complicate life for the couple. Will Gemma and Edward still be two halves of the same whole by the end of the story…?

And by the way, I am really looking forward to my Japan trip. Honest. As long as I can have a double futon to sleep on and there is a McDonalds next to the sushi bar!


Samantha Tonge lives in Cheshire with her lovely family, and two cats who think they are dogs. When not writing, she spends her days cycling and willing cakes to rise. She has sold over 80 short stories to women’s magazines. Her bestselling debut novel, Doubting Abbey, came out in November 2013.
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Sunday, 20 July 2014

Lisa Dickenson blog tour


Congratulations to Lisa Dickenson on the release of the first part of
YOU HAD ME AT MERLOT 



Today Lisa is in the hot seat

o   Please tell us a little about You had me at Merlot
You Had Me at Merlot is about two friends who go - one of them reluctantly - on a singles holiday to a vineyard in Tuscany. I didn't want to write a story about some 'poor' thirty somethings who couldn't possibly be happy without a man, so although there is tons of romance I hope it shows that singleton should be celebrated too.

o   What research did you have to undertake for this 4 part series and was it difficult :)  ?
 Oh Carol, I had to drink SO MUCH wine in the sunshine.  God, being a writer is awful.  Sadly I wasn't able to dash off on my own You Had Me at Merlot Holiday so most research was done from memory of when I've been to Italy and to vineyards in California and Australia, and through staring at Tuscany travel brochures with envy.  And the lovely people of Twitter helped with the opening scene by answering my random questions about Wimbledon. 
o   The Twelve Dates of Christmas was a hit last Christmas for you, any plans for a series this Christmas?
 No plans in the pipeline yet, but you never know! One of my favourite places in the world is New York at Christmas - the angels of Rockefeller, shopping on Fifth Avenue, snowy Central Park... I got engaged there in December 2010 actually, so I'd love to base a novel or series there.

o   What books are you looking forward to reading this summer?
 SO MANY - I'm going to have a nice little mini-reading-break before I start Book 3 (don't tell Manpreet at Little Brown!) so I intend to crack on with Belinda Jones' The Travelling Tea Shop, Holly Martin's One Hundred Proposals, Lucy Robinson's The Unfinished Symphony of You and Me and also some thrillers but I haven't quite decided which yet...

Find out more about Lisa Dickenson at http://www.lisadickenson.com/   and on twitter at https://twitter.com/LisaWritesStuff

Friday, 18 July 2014

Review: Sophia's Secret by Julie Ryan



This is the second book in the Greek Island Mystery series.  Although each book is intended to be read as a standalone, some of the characters from the first book, ‘Jennas’s Journey’, do make an appearance.
Kat has never understood why she was sent at the age of seven from Greece to live in England with her Aunt Tigi. When she receives an email from her grandmother, the first contact in over twenty years, informing her of her mother’s death, she knows this could be her last chance to find out the truth. Little by little she finds out the shocking facts as her grandmother opens her heart.  It seems everyone has a secret to tell, not only her grandmother, as Manoli, her school friend, also harbours a guilty secret. Then there’s a twenty year old mystery to solve as well as a murder and what happened to the missing Church treasure?

My review
I read this novel as a standalone, as I have yet to read Jenna's Journey.  
I loved the strong characters in this novel, even the characters to hate for their actions evoked strong feelings. 
It is a story that spans generations of a family and the parallel stories do need your full attention. 
Set in Greece, it gives an insight into traditions and the lifestyle of days gone by.

I loved this novel and will now read Jenna's Journey to find out more about some of these characters.

5 out of 5 for me!

Excerpt

The boy knew he shouldn’t be out so late on his own but a dare was a dare! His best friend, Vasilli, had dared him to meet up at midnight in their den in the woods. He’d been so excited he could barely sleep. His mother had come in to tuck him in—not that a boy of nearly eight needed tucking in he’d reminded her as they went through the usual nightly ritual.
“Night night.”
“Sleep tight, mind the bugs don’t bite.”
Then when she’d gone, he forced himself to stay awake until he heard his parents come back up the stairs to their room.  He waited for the light to go out and gave it a few more minutes to be on the safe side. The luminous watch that he’d asked for on his last birthday was showing nearly 11.30. There would be plenty of time to get there. He peered out of his bedroom window. It was dark out. There were no streetlights in his village. It was lucky that he’d remembered to pack a torch. He crept silently down the stairs, careful not to wake either his parents or the sleeping twins, put a jacket on over his pajamas, slipped his trainers on and spying the fruit bowl on the table, put a couple of apples in his pocket in case he got hungry.
The gang had built the den during the long summer holidays when they were allowed to play out until late provided that they told an adult where they were. This was different. The summer had given way to autumn and there was a chill in the night air. He wrapped his arms round himself for extra warmth or maybe just to give himself courage. He thought fleetingly of turning back but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand Vasilli’s taunts of ‘chicken’ the next day. All he had to do, he reminded himself, was cut through the woods at the back of his house and meet his friend in the den. Just then, as if giving him a signal, the moon came out from behind the clouds illuminating the woodland path. He set off at a run, not wanting to be late. Once he reached the safety of the den, they’d have a good laugh about what a great game it had been.
An owl hooted in the branches above him almost scaring him silly. It felt so different at night. Every sound was magnified a thousand times, making him alert to every eerie sound. Little creatures scurrying around made the leaves underfoot rustle. Twice now he’d thought he heard someone following him but when he stopped there was no one. Only a few more metres to go and he’d be safe.
Not wanting to cut through the churchyard, he kept to the wall until he reached the woods. The moonlight showed him the den, just as he’d left it. He rushed inside, breathing heavily, surprised to see that Vasilli hadn’t arrived yet. He glanced at his watch. It was only 11.54. He decided to wait no more than ten minutes and then he was going home. His father would give him a right talking to if he got caught. He’d probably be grounded for weeks. It never crossed his mind that his friend wasn’t coming. He settled himself into the snugness of the den to wait. At least it was warmer in here, out of the wind.
He woke up suddenly, surprised that he’d fallen asleep. There were footsteps just outside the den: Vasilli must have been held up. He was about to shout to him but thought he’d surprise him instead by shouting ‘boo’ as he crawled through the entrance. The footsteps stopped and he heard a scraping noise. He peered into the darkness but couldn’t make out what his friend was doing. Then the moonlight clearly showed him that whoever it was, he was far too tall for his friend. It was a man with a spade. He could hear the soft earth plop onto the ground as he dug a hole. Suddenly the den smelt of fresh earth and vegetation. He hoped the man wasn’t going to be long. He was in enough trouble already. The moon disappeared and it was dark again, totally silent now except for the sound of the spade on the damp earth. He’d wanted an adventure but suddenly an adventure on your own wasn’t nearly so much fun.  He wondered what the man was doing. Maybe he was burying treasure. They could come back tomorrow and dig it up. That would be fun. He knew though that he shouldn’t be here and was afraid. What if the man caught him and told his parents? His heart was thumping so loudly he was sure the man could hear him but the spade just continued to thwack as the soil was lifted. It seemed like hours but his watch showed it was 1.10am. When the moon came out again he saw the man lift something big and heavy into the hole and start to cover it up. Now he knew he had to remain totally silent or else he’d end up in the hole too no doubt! He had a horrible thought that perhaps instead of treasure, the man was burying a body. At any rate it certainly didn’t look like treasure. Why was he out here in the woods at this time? He couldn’t be up to any good? Just then the man trampled down the earth so that it wouldn’t leave a trace just as the moon slid out from the shadows. The boy realized with a jolt that he knew the man. Fear trickled through his body, just as he lost control and wet himself. Hot urine trickled down his leg, turning cold seconds later. He didn’t consider the trouble he’d be in for wetting his pajamas, right now he just wanted to be anywhere else but in the middle of the woods with a murderer for company. He was tired, cold and wet. He watched the man leave and when he was sure it was safe, he ran all the way home. He was relieved that his parents hadn’t missed him.  He half expected all the lights to be on and his father standing in the middle of the living room asking him where the hell he’d been. Instead there was a gentle snoring noise coming from the bedroom.  Luckily the twins hadn’t woken his parents up while he’d been out. He quickly changed into clean pjs. He’d admit to wetting himself in the morning but that was all. He crept into bed and fell asleep straight away but somehow his mother’s words kept playing on his mind over and over again. ‘Mind the bugs don’t bite.’ He dreamt of bugs covering him but instead of a bug’s face, he saw the man in the woods. He was to dream the same dream time and time again.

PART ONE

Chapter 1

They say you should never go back to a place where you were once happy, not unless you are prepared to be disappointed. As she surveyed the all too familiar island from the deck, Kat wished she’d heeded that advice. The beautiful cove where they’d played as children was now home to a luxury hotel—the azure blue waters of the infinity pool glinting in the sun. ‘Why on earth had she come back?’ she asked herself. She knew that it would only lead to more heartbreak, yet after all this time she had finally been unable to resist the pull of her homeland.
“Is that it?” Asked an excited voice next to her.
“Yes darling, that’s where mama grew up. If you look carefully, you can just make out the house where I used to live when I was your age. It’s at the top of the hill. Can you see it yet? The little house painted yellow. It’s called ‘To spiti lemoni.’
“I see it, I see it,” replied Izzy jumping up and down.
Looking at her daughter’s face flushed with youthful exuberance, Kat felt a tug of nostalgia for that innocent time. She put her arms round her daughter and hugged her close, wanting to protect her from anything that might harm her. 
“When’s daddy coming?” Izzy asked out of the blue.
“You know he has to work, sweetie. This is going to be our little adventure, okay?”
“But I’m going to miss him sooooo much.”
Luckily before Kat could think of anything else to say, they were caught up in the swell of passengers disembarking. Pushing their way past dithering tourists trying to get their bearings, they set off up the hill towards the lemon house. Luckily they hadn’t brought much luggage, just a bag with a couple of changes of clothes each, swimming things, underwear and a few toiletries. Anything else that they needed she figured they could buy on the island. They wouldn’t need much as she didn’t intend to stay for long. She’d planned on being away for a week, two at the most depending on how long the formalities were going to take. Izzy had her own backpack with her DS in it. She’d virtually refused to come away without it and Kat could empathize with that because she felt the same about her Kindle, which went everywhere with her. She knew she gave into her daughter far too much but she could honestly say she wasn’t a spoilt brat like some of the other kids in her class and that was down to her. She could hardly give Robert any credit for his daughter’s upbringing, as he was never there.
The email had pinged into her ‘in’ box just as she and Robert hit a really bad patch. They’d been arguing more and more recently. She knew he worked hard but he didn’t appreciate that she worked too as well as looking after their daughter and the house. It seemed that lately more and more was left to her and when they did speak it was just to complain about each other. She was fed up with his long hours and lack of family time; he complained that she was never satisfied. Then the email from Greece had arrived informing her of her mother’s death. For the rest of the day, she’d put it to the back of her mind. After all, she hadn’t seen her in years so she could hardly play the grief-stricken daughter. Then that evening over dinner she’d mentioned it to Rob and his sense of duty had insisted that she go and pay her respects. Of course, his work responsibilities didn’t extend to him accompanying her and with nobody to look after Izzy she’d almost turned it into a holiday, pushing the real reason why she was here to the back of her mind.
The sun was blazing and already she could feel a trickle of sweat run down her neck into the crevices of her shoulders. They stopped at the periptero, which had expanded from the tiny kiosk that she remembered into what looked almost like a shop with awnings and freezers taking up most of the outside space. She had to face up to the villagers at some point she reasoned and this seemed as good a place as any. Achilles had barely changed at all. As a child she’d thought he was old but back then he couldn’t have been more than forty-five. Now, he must be nearly seventy but she recognized the weather beaten features and the kind eyes. Steeling herself, she spoke to him in Greek remembered from years past.
“Two ice-creams please.”
Achilles looked up from the newspaper he was reading,
“You’re back then? We weren’t sure if you’d come or not.” He said.
For a second she wondered how he could possibly recognize her after all this time. Then she looked down at her daughter who was the spitting image of her at the same age. She knew that whatever she said would be all round the village in a matter of minutes. Achilles would take great pleasure in passing the news on to all his customers and soon everyone would know that Pelagia’s daughter was back for the funeral. There was a pause as neither knew what else to say until finally, remembering the circumstances under which she’d returned, Achilles waved away her offer of a ten euro note and said the ice-creams were on the house.  Before he could ask any more questions they moved up the hill and sat on a low-whitewashed wall to eat their ice creams. Looking around her, Kat thought that this part of the village had changed very little. She still recognized most of the houses although some had evidently been sold and tarted up as holiday homes. Where the roofs had once held spare water tanks in case of drought and solar panels for the hot water, now they were proper roof terraces with sun loungers and patio furniture catering to the needs of tourists. The traditional donkeys that she remembered from her childhood had long gone, as the islanders’ wealth had improved. Now you had to be wary of young men riding mopeds and scooters instead. It felt strange to be in a place that was so familiar, yet to always be the outsider. It was strange too how she never quite felt English in England yet she’d been away so long she no longer felt Greek either. Even her name was neither one thing nor the other. She’d changed it from her birth name of Ekaterina to Kat when she’d realized that nobody in her class could pronounce such a mouthful. It wasn’t quite English either as she hadn’t liked to be called Katie. Perhaps she really should have trusted her instincts though and stayed at home.  She’d only come because Robert insisted. It was almost as if he had an ulterior motive. She pushed that thought to the back of her mind too. Now she really was becoming paranoid. Maybe that’s what returning to the island did to you?
Soon they reached the top of the hill and the lemon house, pausing only to take in the tremendous view that she recalled so vividly. On a clear day you could see all the way across to the mainland. It was a view that no camera could quite capture. Its exquisite beauty refused to be pinned down. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be back, after all?
Out of a childhood habit she automatically felt under the terracotta pot where her mother had always hidden the door key. Nothing! She couldn’t believe she’d come all this way to be refused entry to her own childhood home. Her emotions were running high but she knew she couldn’t let the tears fall, especially not in front of Izzy. She thought that if she started crying, she would probably never stop. Then the door opened and her grandmother said.
“I heard you were back. You’d better come in.”
Achilles’ early warning system had worked faster than even she could have anticipated.
“I got a text from Achilles in case you were wondering.”
Sophia marveled inwardly at how well her grandmother could read her mind but then that was something she’d always been good at. Somehow though she hadn’t associated mobile phones with her grandmother and wondered if she was being unreasonably ageist or if it was because the way she remembered the island was before the advance of technology.

About the author

Julie was born and brought up in a mining village near Barnsley in South Yorkshire. She graduated with a BA (hons) in French Language and Literature from Hull University. Since then she has lived and worked as a Teacher of English as a Foreign Language in France, Greece, Poland and Thailand. She now lives in rural Gloucestershire with her husband, son and a dippy cat with half a tail.  She is so passionate about books that her collection is now threatening to outgrow her house, much to her husband’s annoyance!
“Jenna’s Journey” is her début novel set in Greece, a country to which she has a strong attachment
Author Links

Twitter - @julieryan18
Facebook - www.facebook.com/julieryanauthor
Blog  www.allthingsbookie.com
Jenna's Journey   www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00EXPDZD2

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Guest Review : The School Gate Survival Guide by Kerry Fisher

Today the lovely Sophie Hedley is guest reviewer.


  • Format: Kindle Edition
  • Publisher: Avon (3 July 2014)
  • Sold by: Amazon Media EU S.à r.l.
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B00I2GZQ0S
  • Also in paperback 
The blurb
A hilarious, straight-talking read for fans of Fiona Neill and Gill Hornby’s ‘The Hive’.
Previously published as ‘The Class Ceiling’.
Feisty Maia Etxeleku is a cleaner for ladies who lunch. She spends her life wiping up spilt Sauvignon and hoovering around handbags before rushing back home to skivvy after her children's feckless father on an estate where survival depends on your ability to look the other way.
But an unusual inheritance catapults her into a different world where no child can survive without organic apricots and Kumon maths classes – and no woman can contemplate a week without Pilates and pedicures.
As she blunders through a middle class minefield, dashing from coffee mornings to her mops and buckets, she is drawn to the one man who can help her family fit in. But is his interest in her purely professional or will her modern My Fair Lady experiment end in disaster?


Sophies' review
The School Gate Survival Guide is a brilliant, heart-warming novel and one I absolutely loved. Its mixture of fun humour with a more serious side to parenthood made this book well balanced and perfectly paced. It was generally light-hearted and a very amusing read.
Maia Etxeleku is a cleaner who, after one of her clients dies, finds herself inheriting a large amount of money to pay for her children’s education. Feeling completely out of place, The School Gate Survival Guide takes Maia and her family through the journey into a middle-class lifestyle.
As much as I loved the concept of The School Gate Survival Guide, it was the fabulous cast of characters that really made this book stand out for me. Maia was a wonderful character – she was strong, caring and a great mother. The author made it so easy to connect with Maia straight away. By showing us the unpleasant side of Maia’s partner Colin so early on, I found myself empathising with Maia but her approach to life and the way she handled everything was admirable and really made her one of my favourite main characters in any book I’ve read lately.
The side characters were entertaining in their own rights too - I especially liked Clover but generally, the whole book was charming and a joy to read. I loved seeing all the new friendships Maia made and how her character progressed throughout. I adored the ending too and The School Gate Survival Guide is simply an extremely well-written, fantastic book to put a smile on your face.



Five out of five stars.

Monday, 30 June 2014

Fallen for Rock by Nicky Wells



The blurb 
Love, life, loyalties. Nothing stays the same when Emily gets drawn into the world of rock. 

Glossy and sophisticated professional high-flyer Emily has no time for nonsense such as the rock music her ex-boyfriend Nate adored so much. Yet when she unexpectedly comes into possession of VIP tickets—access all areas—for new rock band phenomenon, MonX, she can’t resist the temptation. 

The fateful gig turns into more than one night, and Emily finds herself strangely drawn to this new and unfamiliar glittery world. However, only weeks later, MonX and her own universe fall apart with devastating consequences for all. When MonX lead singer Mike appeals for her help, she reluctantly embraces a new opportunity. But she soon discovers that while she may be a rock chick after all, a groupie she is not… Or is she? 

Just exactly where do her loyalties lie? And what direction will her life take now that she’s left behind everything she treasured? 




Fallen for Rock is now available in e-book and paperback editions!  Get your copy here:


About the author



I'm a signed author with Sapphire Star Publishing and a member of the Romantic Novelists' Association. Visit my blog at nickywells.com.; follow me on Twitter or find me on Facebook or Pinterest. :-) ROCK ON!

Friday, 27 June 2014

Joanne Phillips is celebrating..

Joanne Phillips is celebrating the release of her latest novel and has answered a few questions I have



Please tell us a little about where the idea for Cupid's Way came from.
 
When I lived in Milton Keynes, in one of the original older villages, there was a cute Victorian terrace called Spencer Street. The row had been turned into a cooperative some time back, to save it from demolition, and it was the sweetest place - full of window boxes and brightly coloured doors and vegetable patches. Fast-forward a few years to around the time I was brainstorming ideas for The Family Trap. This completely new character popped into my mind - a feisty environmentalist who was trying to save a street from being knocked down to make room for a modern housing estate. Evie Stone was born, and suddenly I knew that the street she'd be fighting to save would called Cupid's Way, and that it would be loosely based on Spencer Street. There are elements of some favourite romantic comedies in Cupid's Way - Two Weeks' Notice and You've Got Mail, for instance - but what really excited me the most was writing all the colourful characters who live in the street. I think I might have to write a sequel, I love them so much!

You write in different sub-genres, I loved The Family Trap series, which explored family relationships, and you have written a murder mystery  and now this novel seems a little more light-hearted.....when deciding on a new book does the sub-genre or the characters come first?
 
I write what I myself would love to read, and I think the characters, along with the situations I place them in, do dictate the kind of novel it will be. When Flora Lively (from the mystery series) popped into my mind she was someone who solved crimes, and who ran a removals company (!), and the stories followed from there. I had discovered 'cozy' mysteries after I became a mum and found I couldn't read anything with upsetting or gory themes anymore. But I still loved a good mystery, and I also - as a writer - wanted the challenge of putting a contemporary heroine in a mystery/puzzle type of novel. Kind of chick lit meets Midsomer Murders. That was my goal, anyway.
 
Cupid's Way is lighter, and this again was driven by the situation and the characters, whereas my next novel will be a lot grittier. I'm not sure I'll ever settle on one clearly defined genre, as I think it would be too narrow for me as a writer, and I think readers are often fans of a particular author's 'voice', rather than just one genre. That said, all my novels are about relationships, and they all have some humour, and also some deeper, or darker, themes. Mind you, I don't think I'll be writing horror or fantasy anytime soon ;)

With Summer promising to come to us sometime before Sept, what books are on your to be read pile?
 
If we're lucky! I've just got into Audiobooks, and I'm currently listening to Jojo Moyles One Plus One, which I'm really enjoying. I'll probably read all of her back catalogue over the summer. My Kindle is loaded up with books I may or may not ever get around too, but I love the variety and just seeing how the mood takes me.

You can find Joanne Phillips at http://joannegphillips.wordpress.com/ and on twitter at  @joannegphillips

Monday, 23 June 2014

Summer Break - Please read

HI Folks,

I have had some lovely support from fellow bloggers and authors following my post on Friday when I voiced my concerns about whether I could continue with DizzyC's Little Book Blog. Thank you to those who commented here and on my facebook page and helped me to make a decision.

Last year I got very behind with reviews as I tried to keep the blog, promotion and support for authors as usual but  with the added pressure of 2 boys who had major health issues.  AJ had 9 trips to A&E for his asthma and M had major surgery after months of pain and a few trips to A&E himself.

Now we are awaiting AJ's appointment for surgery in the next 12 weeks so the worry is back and
he is going to need a few weeks for recovery.

I have decided that I shall fulfill the blog tours and immediate reviews that are due in the next few weeks and then I shall take a long summer break.

In that time, I want to just read the books that I have on my review list but without the added
pressure of weekly blog posts and promotion that I do on a daily, sometimes hourly basis.

I hope to be back early September, refreshed and with reviews only, to begin with. Then I hope to build the blog back up to a comfortable speed that I can manage.

I do hope that followers, fellow bloggers, authors and publishers can understand my need for a long break and that you will still be here when I return after the summer.

Happy reading, folks!

DizzyC