Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for GLORIA, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources. I have a guest post from the author, Katherine Shaw, to share.
Over to you, Katherine…
The Magic of Amsterdam, and Why I Chose it as the Setting for GLORIA
If you take a look at the book cover for GLORIA you will quickly spot one thing – it is set in Amsterdam! Or…more accurately…the final third of the book is. All of my promotional materials – bookmarks, stickers, ad graphics – contain artwork of the city, so I thought I’d use this blog post to share why I love the city, and why I chose it as the setting for my debut novel.
I’m delighted to join the blog tour for Matchmaking at Port Willow, courtesy of Rachel’s Random Resources.
I was looking forward to another visit to Port Willow after reading Summer at the Highland Coral Beach, getting reacquainted with the residents and imaging myself in the beautiful setting. Since she arrived in Port Willow earlier in the year, Beatrice Halliday has found the love of her life in Atholl Fergusson and turned the Princess and the Pea Inn into something special creating, among other things, crafting holidays which bring in more guests and visitors than ever before. A true romantic at heart, Beatrice hopes some of them would find what she had, but if they needed a nudge a little help along the way wouldn’t go amiss.
I’m delighted to welcome Hana Sheik with a guest post for the Mini Blog Blitz, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
Over to you, Hana…
Doubt, the Writer’s Menace
Today I wanted to share a quick story about how I got my debut Harlequin Romance/Mills & Boon True Love, Second Chance to Wear His Ring published from first chapter to full manuscript and several revisions. I’m going to take you on the emotional rollercoaster ride I’d been on, so strap in and enjoy.
Welcome to the 5 day Mini Blog Blitz for Mum’s The Word by Lorraine Turnbull, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
Mum’s the Word starts with a murder, but although the tense and tantalising question from the beginning has to be ‘Does she get away with it?’, the novel is peppered with everyday life and some good old fashioned Scottish humour. I didn’t want to put readers off with descriptions of blood and gore or gratuitous violence; life is tough enough at the best of times, so many hours of reading, rereading and rewriting took place to achieve the right sort of balance. Yes, it’s a book for women – only women can truly understand the hollowness of an empty marriage, of working in what is primarily a man’s world and facing their golden years knowing the best is behind them.But I hope the story is also uplifting and holds the hope that no matter what age we are, we can all hope for a ‘happy ever after’.
I’m delighted to welcome Joy Wood with her post ‘You’ve Got To Be In It To Win It’ for my stop on the blog tour organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
Over to you, Joy…
All of my life, I’ve loved words. I can remember as far back as being at infant school, probably about seven or eight, and we’d been asked to do a poem in “our best handwriting”. The teacher told us that there would be a competition and the best three poems would be read out to the class. I was fortunate to be one of those three, and while I can still see myself stood at the front and all my classmates sat at their desks, I have no idea what I wrote about. But it must have kick-started something in me as I always loved words and English language all the way through school.
It’s launch day on the blog tour for Being Netta Wilde, courtesy of Rachel’s Random Resources.
I have a guest post to share by Hazel Ward, the author…
I choose music with my words.
Popular music has always played a part in my life. There are songs that have been lodged in my memory for a long time. Not necessarily ones I’d choose to listen to, but that doesn’t make them any less special. Que Sera Sera, an old Doris Day hit, immediately transports me back to my mother singing it when ironing. My dad’s favoured singalong was a traditional one called The German Clockmaker. Quite racy for its time, I believe. He had a habit of singing it when drunk. I’m smiling now at the thought of my younger self rolling my eyes as he belted it out in the middle of a crowded pub.