My review of The Definition of Icing by Aven Ellis

 

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It’s publication day for The Definition of Icing by Aven Ellis and I’m so excited to share with you my review.

Aven has done it again. She has knocked it out of the park with this one or in Ice Hockey terms, this one would win The Stanley Cup.

I absolutely love Aven’s writing but every book surpasses the one before and The Definition of Icing is her best yet.

The story sees Kenley, our heroine, afraid to enter into a relationship because men never see past her beauty to the person she is on the inside. She would be the ultimate trophy girlfriend and men just never see past that. Not wanting to be hurt by a man again, Kenley throws herself into her work as a chocolate consultant.

I absolutely loved Kenley, her warmth, her determination to succeed in her own business and to be taken seriously for her intelligence, I loved her ballsy fieriness and her desire to be loved for the person she is not what she looks like. Like the perfect chocolate paired with the perfect wine, Aven has created this wonderful character that you immediately fall in love with and fight for every step of the way.

And that brings me to Nate, the perfect pairing for Kenley in every way. He is an ice hockey star for the Dallas Demons and a chance meeting with Kenley at a photo shoot sees their two worlds collide. He has been hurt in the past too when an ex-girlfriend cheated on him and he is wary about getting involved in a relationship again, but something about Kenley, something way beyond just her looks, draws him in.

Nate is sexy as hell and I practically swooned every time he was on the page, which was a lot. Almost the first time we meet him, he has his top off and we see the cut abs, the muscly arms and the tattoos. He couldn’t be any hotter. He is passionate about his sport, he is incredibly sweet and protective to Kenley and an all-round good guy. Aven knows how to write good guys that you fall in love with but also men that are incredibly sexy too and Nate had that in spades.

The chemistry between Nate and Kenley is sizzling hot and I loved how Aven built that up in the story, she writes the most enticing relationships that leave you absolutely riveted to the page, but the banter between them was also sweet and very funny too.

Beyond Nate and Kenley, we also have Lexi, Kenley’s roommate and Amanda, Kenley’s sister and the humour, banter and chemistry between these three characters is absolutely flawless. To have two female friends in the story that love and care for Kenley so much is just perfect but their day to day banter was superb and so hilariously done. You need a great supporting cast in any love story and Aven does this so well, especially in the mother from hell, Ci-Ci. I loved Ci-Ci, she is absolute perfection and a large part of the humour in this book comes from her. She is quite simply hilarious, with every word she utters being pure comedy gold. She was such a stark contrast to Kenley’s level headedness and I absolutely loved her.

This book has it all, a gorgeous couple, tons of sweet romance, superb characters, lots of laughs and that wonderful aww factor that will leave you smiling long after the book is finished. I cannot recommend this book any higher, buy it now and fall in love with Aven’s gorgeous writing all over again.

You can buy it here:

UK: http://amzn.to/1GBWOkB

US: http://amzn.to/1KysLfU

Catch Me If You Cannes by Lisa Dickenson

 

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The first part of Catch Me If You Cannes, the gorgeously summery four part story from Lisa Dickenson is out tomorrow and I am so excited for you to read it. Here are my thoughts.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I was so so excited to start this book and it absolutely didn’t disappoint. I wish I could describe how much I love this story, it is wonderfully awesome and just all kinds of fabulousness. I quite simply devoured it and I didn’t move for hours as I sat riveted to every word, the ups and downs and every twist in the tale.

Lisa has an outstanding writing style that just has you smiling on every single page; its fresh and original, adorably silly and uniquely Lisa.

We meet Jess and Bryony starting out on an adventure to the Cannes Film Festival, for Bryony it’s for work, for Jess it’s about seeing the world, creating memories, seeking adventure and escaping, for a while, from her life.

I loved these two characters so much. Jess and Bryony’s lifelong friendship, their closeness and the banter between them is completely flawless.

Lisa creates these perfect real people that you wish were your friends. Jess and Bryony were so utterly funny, warm and just damned likeable. And Leo, our hero, I fell for him so hard. He wasn’t the stereotypical dark, brooding hunk, he was this sweet, funny, normal guy which just made him so damned loveable. I love how he flirted badly, saying and doing all the wrong things. I just wanted to reach into the book and give him a big cuddle, he was just so freaking adorable. And the wonderful cast of supporting characters from the lovies that Jess and Bryony met including lovely Richard, Veronica the vulnerable movie star, Harvey, Leo’s friend, the very sinister Bruno and Jess’s mad but wonderful family, it just helped to make the book shine as Jess and Bryony seemed to tumble from one adventure to the next.

The story itself was a wonderful slice of summery, sparkly escapism as Jess ends up faking a far more glamorous life than her real one and getting away with it and Bryony, a trashy magazine journalist, wrestles with her conscience and strives to better her career, but will she have to sell out her morals to go up in the world? Plus there was lots more sinister goings on in Leo’s world, what could he be hiding and will it ultimately tear him and Jess apart? I became so invested in this gripping, tantalizing story and the wonderful characters and their lives that I honestly could not put the book down.

Lisa does humour to absolute perfection, not only does almost every piece of dialogue or banter make you smile hugely because its so real and infectious, there’s also lots of gorgeously funny descriptions that Lisa just unobtrusively slips into the story – Jess curtsying to a movie star made me giggle endlessly – but the scrapes that these girls get themselves into made me literally laugh out loud on several occasions, probably one of my favourites involving Danny Devito. I cringed, I snorted, I guffawed, I closed my eyes and peeked through my fingers at what was going to happen next as the girls fumbled and bumbled their way through the glitzy world of parties, super yachts and super stars. I bloomin’ loved every single bit of it.

I cannot shout louder about this book, it is an absolute delight to read and is definitely one of my favourites for 2015. Flawless, gorgeous, hilarious perfection and one I want to read again and again.

To pre-order your copy so it arrives on your kindle tomorrow in all its sparkly goodness, just click here and then go ahead and order the other three parts too, I promise you, you won’t regret it.

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Game of Scones by Samantha Tonge

 

Game of Scones_FINAL (2)I’m delighted to have Samantha on the blog with me today, sharing the first chapter of her gorgeous new book, Game of Scones. First up, here’s what the story is all about

A story of icing and flour…and how love doesn’t always go to plan!

Growing up, Pippa Pattinson’s summers were spent in the idyllic Greek island fishing village of Taxos. There she spent many long hazy days determinedly ignoring thoughts of the life her parents had mapped out for her (a dreary-but-secure accounting job and obligatory sensible husband!) Instead she daydreamed of running her own tea shop – serving the perfect scones –with mocha-eyed childhood friend Niko by her side…

Arriving back in Taxos for the first time in years, with suave boyfriend Henrik, Pippa barely recognises the tired little town – but is relieved to catch glimpses of the quaint, charming village she’s always loved. Together Niko and Pippa put together a proposal to save Taxos from tourist-tastic ruin, and at the heart of their plan is Pippa’s dream project – The Tastiest Little Teashop in Taxos. It’s time for Pippa to leave her London life behind and dust off her scone recipe that’s guaranteed to win over both locals and visitors. And amidst the rolling pins and raisins, it seems romance is blossoming where she’s least expecting it…

If you’re a fan of Lindsey Kelk or Lucy Diamond then don’t hesitate to step into Samantha Tonge’s truly delightful tea shop.

Read on for the delicious first chapter

Word to the wise: never Google “Dutch” and “Sex” in the same sentence. Mmm, tempted you, haven’t I? A graphic image hovered in my mind, after I closed the page on my browser. Really? How was that even possible? With a brief smile, I put my phone on the coffee table and snuggled back into the black leather sofa. On my lap lay a pen and sheet of paper. For important decisions, I had to map out my thoughts the old-fashioned way. On one side I’d scrawled a list titled HEAD: reasons for staying together. On the other, HEART: reasons for breaking up.

Breaking up, that was, from my six foot four boyfriend, Henrik from Holland. Okay, so he was only half-Dutch, thanks to his mum Greta, a divorced liberalist, who strutted around her house half- naked. However, he showed several of the stereotypical characteristics of a Dutchman that I’d just discovered on the internet, in a bid to come to a decision about our future. Despite Henrik’s ever-increasing earnings as a real estate developer, he counted every single penny. Plus he could be direct to the point of sounding rude – although I just called that honesty.

On the plus side… what can I say, his lack of inhibition in the bedroom had rubbed off onto missionary-position me. Talk about fifty shades of yay! In fact, on hearing that Christian Grey’s safe word was “red”, for a joke we’d set ours as “pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis”, the longest word in the English language. Just as well our love life, whilst adventurous, didn’t really include risky whips, clamps or cable ties.

A picture of Henrik came into my mind, with his slicked-back oat-coloured hair, Atlas shoulders and Titan height. This guy had the swoon-factor in excess – or at least that’s how I used to feel, until recent months. The first time our eyes had locked, his crinkled in a way that made me feel like a teenager crushing on a boyband. What’s more he was ambitious – for both of us – could wire a plug, kept fit and cooked a mean bowl of pasta…

Gushing now, wasn’t I, as the list under HEAD (to stay with him) grew longer? It sounds shallow, but hands up, I’ve been constantly bowled over by his Hollywood looks – until lately when, for some reason, his super suave appearance has grated. I know. Ridiculous. Talk about picky. Yet, thanks to my maths degree, I am analytical to the extreme, which means weighing up all the evidence – including my gut feelings. So I’d almost come to a decision – that just this once, I should listen to my heart and tell myself I’m actually not being silly. Despite Henrik’s considerable physical assets and appealing personality traits, my head needed to listen to my heart shouting that our relationship no longer felt right.

With a sigh, I stood up, went into the bedroom and slipped out of my trouser suit. I yawned. Would my body ever get used to the six a.m. starts, one hour commute to work and busy days in my power suit? Without concealer, dark rings circled my eyes and at night my brain found it hard to switch off. Henrik was the same, both of us often working in bed on our laptops. But that was good, right? Showed we were motivated and getting the most out of life?

Carefully I hung up my suit, pulled on cut-off jeans and a T-shirt, and headed into the open-plan kitchen. I tied a cake-themed apron around my waist. After one last look at my list, I tucked it into the front pocket. Now, flour, butter, milk, sugar… what flavour of scone would I bake today? Late afternoon sunbeams warmed my face and I gazed out of the window, onto the small regimental garden. Such a bright summer’s day called for sun cream-smelling desiccated coconut with a zing of fresh lemon juice…

I sieved the flour and rubbed in the butter, enjoying the sticky sensation. Scones were brilliant – like a blank canvas, you could colour with either a savoury or sweet theme. What’s more, gently kneading the dough, after adding the milk and sugar, never failed to lessen worries… It was the one time of day I took an hour out and emptied my mind of sums and equations. Stressed or happy, nothing beat creating something scrumptious out of such basic ingredients. However, you had to be careful not to pummel the mixture too much. Ideally, before you cut out shapes, the dough should still feel crumbly. Over the years I’d picked up the tips for perfect scones – keep the butter cold to improve the rise, too much milk would make the dough tough, and scones do best on a hot oven’s top shelf.

I jumped as the front door to our swanky ground-floor Notting Hill flat opened and slammed shut.

‘Had a good day?’ I said and turned around to face Henrik. He leant down to brush my lips with his. At five foot ten, my inner cavewoman had always loved the rare experience of a man towering over me. I used to think he’d make a heartbreaker of a uniformed hero, like a scrubbed-up surgeon or cabin crew member.

‘The best, thanks – but nothing compared to this evening when I’ll reveal a surprise.’

He put his shiny briefcase on the laminate floor. Not for the first time, I appreciated how well an expensive suit showed off his athletic outline. Henrik removed his jacket, slipped off his tie and undid the top two shirt buttons. This revealed a patch of tanned chest that I’d have once found tantalising, in the extreme. Henrik led me to the sofa. My stomach had lurched when he mentioned a surprise, thanks to a recent night out with Greta, who’d texted, asking to meet.

‘My boy is about to propose to you,’ she’d said after too many gins. ‘Marriage can get messy – make sure you carefully consider your reply.’

Despite feeling annoyed on his behalf, at her indiscretion, I secretly appreciated the heads-up – but hence the pressure on me to make up my mind about her son. I’d rather break up with him before any proposal, to avoid bruising his pride even more – to not witness the hurt on his face if I refused to accept a ring. My mind swirled for a moment. But what else could this surprise be? His eyes shone and his smile exuded warmth, so it was unlikely to be something he’d dislike announcing such as… a promotion abroad or him wanting to break up with me.

‘Tell me about your day first, Pippa Pattinson,’ said Henrik. ‘How is the new team that you’re overseeing?’ We sat down, hips and legs touching. The list in my front pocket rustled and with a grin he plucked the sheet of paper out of my apron. ‘I can’t believe you still have to consult recipes, after all the baking practice you’ve had. What’s on the menu today?’ He waved the list in the air, before turning away to unfold it.

With a squeal I draped my arms around his taut waist, jostling for the paper. My heart thumped. What if he read it? Did I really want to split up? Would he be upset or agree with me that things between us had changed? Either way, I wasn’t yet ready for a confrontation.

My knotted stomach unfurled as he chuckled and gave it back.

‘It’s, um, also a surprise,’ I said, cheeks burning as I stuffed the list back into my apron pocket and folded my arms.

His lips twitched into a smile. ‘Bet it won’t be as big as mine.’

Henrik had the knack for surprising people, as his mum found out last month. He arranged an amazing fiftieth birthday spa morning for Greta and her best friends, followed by afternoon tea at The Ritz. My arms loosened and out of habit, our fingers intertwined. In truth, his caring nature had been the biggest turn-on of all, although just occasionally I wished conscientious Henrik could be a little less perfect and forget someone’s birthday. Again, urgh! Talk about ungrateful. The prospect of a proposal from such an impeccable lover should make me super-happy.

‘Today was okay, thanks. Although the customer service supervisor is twice my age and probably considers me too young to be training for management.’ I shrugged. ‘But that’s not new territory for me. She seems hardworking…’ Plus had the cutest photo of a cat on her desk – must ask her about that.

‘And the vending machine?’ he asked, with a serious expression.

I smiled and gave the thumbs up, my heartbeat having returned to its normal pace. It was our little joke – whatever office we worked in or visited, we rated it by the supply of drinks. A rich mochaccino or creamy latte never failed to perk up a gruelling day.

Henrik tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. ‘I’m so proud of you, Pips, you’re zooming through the bank’s trainee manager internship. It seems like only yesterday you graduated from university.’

My eyes tingled. More supportive than an under-wired bra, how could faultless Henrik not be the ideal man? Yet over the last few months, a slight sense of unease had crept over me, because of phone calls he’d leave the room to deal with… Then there were really late nights at the office and unexpected trips that totted up more air miles than ever… But then why would he bother cheating? He could just end the relationship. When I’d asked, Henrik said, in an excited voice, that the company was developing fast and it meant more man hours if he was going to get promotion.

I sighed. Okay. Really my suspicions were unfounded – Henrik hid nothing in life, including his One Direction CD and tub of anti-ageing cream. So onto the main reason that I’d recently felt he and I fitted together no better than a phone with the wrong charger… If you’d only ever had one proper relationship to talk of (um, life’s been busy,) how do you know if you’re really head-over-heels? Movies rave about love at first sight… Sex scenes on telly show couples tearing each other’s clothes off. Occasionally I still felt leg-trembly over my boyfriend’s movie star looks, but physical attraction aside, what remained? Was Henrik my soulmate out of bed, or even in it?

Lordy, now I sounded like Carrie Bradshaw typing questions into her computer, in Sex and the City… But tons of thoughts had swirled in my head these last few weeks, without getting answers. Perhaps I’d overdosed on romantic novels, which talked of fairy tale meant-to-be’s. Plus, I should be grateful for our fancy executive lifestyle, despite dreaming as a youngster I would one day own an old-fashioned afternoon teashop.

I know – mad idea, wasn’t it? My lips tugged upwards. High-flying Mum and Dad were having none of it. They’d pushed me to do a maths degree, little knowing I attended baking classes on the quiet. Just as a hobby, of course, not that Henrik understood why I’d waste my mathematical brain on creating something that fed your body and not your mind.

My chest glowed as I thought back to many summers spent in Taxos, a little fishing village on the northern coast of the Greek island, Kos. Having been sent to boarding school from the age of seven, it was the only time I saw my jet-setting parents consecutively, for every day of one month. ‘What are you thinking about? asked Henrik, as I felt a dreamy look come over my face.

‘Taxos. Georgios and Sophia.’ Mum and Dad’s good friends who used to be like a second set of parents to me.

‘Ah, yes. Pleasant people.’

‘You got on well with them in January, didn’t you?’

Henrik shrugged. ‘I guess. Not that I could spent much time at their taverna. Jeez, dead as the tourist market in the Ukraine, that restaurant was,’ he said. ‘If the people of Taxos have poor summer takings, it must be a real struggle to make ends meet during the low season.’

Urgh, that was a harsh comparison, but remember what I said about the Dutch speaking their mind? A trait that could be highly uncomfortable or rather refreshing… In fact, it was one thing I’d always found attractive about him – his total transparency.

‘Although Georgios did take me to the wetlands, to watch wading flamingos… Never far from his binoculars, is he?’

I grinned. ‘Sounds like some things haven’t changed. Dad used to tease him about looking for dollybirds.’ I don’t think we ever did explain that joke.

‘You might get a shock when you see Taxos again.’ Henrik shook his head. ‘The recession has taken its toll.’

That’s what worried me. I bit my lip. Six months ago he’d gone over as a favour to Mum and Dad when they received word that their villa had flooded. Henrik had a business meeting on the Greek mainland anyway, and said his employer – ThinkBig Development – could pay for the detour. He was always flying off to meet foreign builders or architects, since ThinkBig had branched out into Europe.

‘I never asked – did you at least try Georgios’ homemade retsina?’ I gave a grin.

‘Yep – didn’t think you’d want the details as I was as ill as a dog the next day.’ He pulled a face. ‘Have you ever stuck your head down a Greek toilet? I can confirm that the flushing system copes with vomit as poorly as it does loo paper.’

I giggled. Yet I’d always envied everything about my Kos friends’ simple lives, rearing their own meat, growing vegetables and fermenting their own wine.

‘How long is it exactly since you’ve been there?’ said Henrik and stretched back against the sofa, hands behind his head.

I thought for a moment. ‘Wow. Nine years – the last time I was fourteen and had just chosen my GCSE options. Then life got busy with exams, sixth form, university, getting a new job, renting this gorgeous flat with you…’ My chest tightened as I recalled comments Henrik had made about empty Taxos properties and rundown businesses… Of Georgios and Sophia’s home needing a good lick of paint… Although I cheered up as an image of their cheeky son Nikolaos – Niko – popped into my mind.

‘It’ll be a change for you, to be on a beach during your days off, instead of on the piste, during one of our usual ski breaks.’

I nodded. Even our holidays were busy these days, navigating snowy slopes or trekking up challenging mountains. Relaxing images floated into my mind of the many summers Niko and I had spent together, climbing olive trees, chasing goats or diving for pretty shells. The clear waters and marine life inspired a love of tropical fish, and ever since my thirteenth birthday I’d owned the biggest heated tank I could afford. My current one was home to three angelfish, two mini shark fish and some colourful snails. I sighed, almost smelling the briny air of Taxos beach.

‘On my last visit, Niko would have been fourteen like me and was sponge-diving and fishing with his Uncle Christos and helping out in the taverna… What’s he doing now?’

Henrik shrugged. ‘Much the same, from what I could tell.’

No surprise there. Niko never had aspirations to leave home and travel the world. Even as a young boy, he’d say “Like fertile soil, Taxos will provide everything I need for a lifetime of happiness”.

I kind of admired the confidence he had in his little hometown. And despite me studying and ultimately heading for university, we’d still had lots in common, that last summer – a love of nature and food plus the ability to tease each other mercilessly. Niko would call pink-hating teenage me Tomboy and being the tallest, I named him Shorty. We used to spend hours watching turtles and both joined the World Wildlife Fund.

‘It was good of Mum and Dad to invite me on their annual visit this August,’ I said and loosened my ponytail. And for three consecutive weeks! I’d never left my desk for that long, but since my chat with Greta, since my feelings for Henrik had shifted, I needed a good amount of time away from the daily grind, to think about our relationship. Fortunately work had insisted it wasn’t a problem, even though I’d just moved departments, due to all the unpaid overtime I’d happily put in, over the last two years. ‘I’ve always loved Taxos for being so untouched by the glitzy eighteen-to-thirty crowd. You experience a real slice of authentic Greek life.’

Henrik’s jaw tightened and he fiddled with his designer watch. ‘I’d say it was short-sighted of any Greek village to hark back to the old days, in these economically-challenged times. Taxos didn’t look to me as if it was doing well on feelings of nostalgia and the earnings from selling fish and olives.’

My head told me he was right, but the just the thought of puking, drunken tourists invading that community made me feel like throwing up. I shook myself. ‘Anyway, it’s a shame you’ve got that big contract to work on and can’t go.’ I cleared my throat. Truth was, I felt as relieved as an ice cream finding shade that I only had seven days to go until I left. With that marriage proposal on the horizon, I needed to come to a decision about him, without the distraction of his seductive slate eyes. They only reminded me of how I’d felt about him when we’d first started dating.

My own eyes misted up as I thought of struggling Taxos with its turquoise waters and shortbread sand – of my imaginary teashop where I’d do the school run, dance in the dark and wake with the birds. Oh, the hours Niko and I had spent thinking up ridiculous names for it: Scones Sweet Scones; Teacakes Ahoy; She Shells Cake; Shiver me Sandwiches. In the end, I’d plumped for Pippa’s Pantry. BORING, Niko had declared – cue a generous handful of hot sand down his back.

I leant up against Henrik, wondering if I would miss him whilst out in Greece. He wanted kids, but not until our thirties and, like my parents, thought boarding school fitted the executive life best. A bustling family home like Georgios and Sophia’s wouldn’t suit him one jot.

‘Funny you should talk of Taxos, you see my surprise…’ Henrik sat upright and turned to face me.

Eek! Greta’s words rung in my ears. Was her son about to propose and take me to Greece on honeymoon? Because his surprise certainly wouldn’t be chocolates or extravagant bouquets. Henrik wasn’t the chivalrous, romantic type, and would consider such gifts a waste of money. Which was good, right? I was a successful, independent woman, not a Disney princess – although if I was, it would have to be Snow White, with her love of birds and forest life. Not that I’ve, um, thought that through at all *clears throat*. Knights – or princes – in shining armour, I knew, belonged in fiction books. And Henrik always respected my modern outlook. He rarely gave out flowery compliments either – said I was far too intelligent to be patronised by such “tosh”. Neither of us could understand why I loved reading anything with a romantic theme.

‘Oh, goodness, is that the time…’ I rambled, desperate for a speedy exit. I moved forwards, to the edge of the sofa. ‘Sorry, I’ve got to go out right now, forgot I have Zumba and–’

‘Whoa! Slow down, Pippa! Surely an exercise class can wait two minutes?’

Aarggh! There was no way out of this. As if already feeling apprehensive about an engagement ring, my left hand curled into a fist.

‘Guess what? Thanks to your parents and my boss, you’re in for a great holiday abroad.’

Like the detergent-blue Greek tide coming in, a growing sense of uneasiness washed over me.

‘As a thank you for me heading over to sort out the flooding mess, your mum and dad insist we have the villa to ourselves this summer. They will visit your aunt in Canada instead. My boss said he can just about afford to let me go for three weeks as long as…’ Henrik fiddled with his watch again, ‘…I find a few days to head off to Kos Town to tie up some business at our new offices there.’

‘Since when did ThinkBig have offices on Kos island?’ I said, for a minute forgetting my total relief at him not having proposed.

‘Ignore all that for a minute – didn’t you hear? I’m coming with you, Pips! It’ll be just us, cocktails and waves… And who knows what could happen.’

Voice husky now, Henrik took my hand and – uh oh – ran his thumb over my wedding ring finger.

If you want to read more, pop over to Amazon to buy the book, it’s ONLY £1.49 at the moment, an absolute bargain of a book.

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Want to know more about the woman behind the book, read on for her biography

Samantha lives in Cheshire with her lovely family and two cats who think they are dogs. Along with writing, her days are spent cycling, willing cakes to rise and avoiding housework. A love of fiction developed as a child, when she was known for reading Enid Blyton books in the bath. A desire to write bubbled away in the background whilst she pursued other careers, including a fun stint working at Disneyland Paris. Formally trained as a linguist, Samantha now likes nothing more than holing herself up in the spare room, in front of the keyboard. Writing romantic comedy novels and short stories is her passion. Samantha has sold over 80 short stories to mainstream women’s magazines. Her debut romantic comedy novel from CarinaUK Harlequin, bestselling “Doubting Abbey”, was shortlisted for the Festival of Romantic Fiction best Ebook award, 2014. Its fun sequel is From Paris With Love. Mistletoe Mansion is a fun standalone Christmas novel.

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Cover Reveal – The Definition of Icing

I am beyond excited to share with you the gorgeous cover of ‘The Definition of Icing,’ by Aven Ellis. Here it is in all its beautiful splendour.

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I am so excited about the release of this book, I have been fortunate enough to read this and let me tell you, you are in for an absolute treat. Aven Ellis is an expert when it comes to weaving beautiful, sweet, funny stories and ‘The Definition of Icing’ is probably her best story to date. You are going to fall in love with this story and especially the gorgeous, tattooed hero Nate Johansson. It’s the second book in the Dallas Demon series, but don’t worry if you haven’t read the brilliant ‘Waiting For Prince Harry’ yet, both books can be read separately and in any order.

So here is what ‘The Definition of Icing’ is all about;

Kenley Hunter finally has everything sorted out. Fresh from studying chocolate making in Europe, she’s gambling everything on her new business, Confection Consultations.

All Kenley wants in life is people to take her seriously, to see the person on the inside rather than the blonde beauty on the outside. While pursuing her passion of chocolate, Kenley discovered people seek her knowledge. They see past the exterior and fall for the chocolate delights in front of them.

So with work as her focus, Kenley is ready to start her career in Dallas. Men are out of her recipe, because she fears that once they get past her looks, they’ll be disappointed in what they find. Kenley decides she’s all about the chocolate now.

Or is she?

Because a chance meeting with new Dallas Demon hockey star Nate Johansson might change everything. Sent to Dallas in a blockbuster trade, Nate is somewhere he doesn’t want to be, for reasons that have caused him heartbreak on multiple levels. Nate knows he will never trust a woman again after what happened to him in Minnesota.

But when he meets a woman with an intriguing name and a passion for chocolate, Nate isn’t so sure about his theory. And he might just learn a definition of icing other than the one used in hockey with Kenley as his guide…

The Definition of Icing is out May 27th but if you want to know when you can pre-order it you can follow Aven Ellis on her Facebook page and as soon as it appears on Amazon she will share the link with you.

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And you can add it to your TBR pile on Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25316260-the-definition-of-icing

Cover Reveal of The Back Nine

If you’ve been following the fun over on Gia Stone’s blog (https://giastone.wordpress.com/)  you’ll have seen a sliver of her debut cover being revealed every day, but today I can reveal the whole cover to you it all its sexy glory. So here it is.

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Here is the blurb:

A lot can happen on the back nine of a golf course, especially if your
focus is not on the ball. Alec Marino has been building his clientele list
in Cozumel’s most exclusive golf resorts while keeping his private life
confidential.

Brooke Carmichael’s life revolves around one thing: her career. Her bed is
like a permanent sand trap—depressing and empty. When a business trip leads
Brooke to the sunny island where she is ready and willing to learn
something new, she decides to take a swing at golf. Some temptations are
too delicious to resist and one stroke from Alec sends Brooke’s entire
world into a backspin.

Blinded by desire, Alec goes against his own rules and makes Brooke and
offer she can’t refuse. As secrets begin to surface, Alec and Brooke must
decide if they will let it drive them apart or if mixing work and pleasure
will score a hole in one.

Here are the buy links

www.bookstrand.com/gia-stone
www.bookstrand.com/the-back-nine

And here is Gia with any other information you might need;

You can also find this on my author page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/gia-stone

If you have a Kindle, you don’t have to wait the 4-6 weeks for books to reach third-party outlets. You can have the file sent directly to your device:

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/kindle.htm

And if you have other devices, you can get the format you need and transfer them to your device via USB cable or download, depending on your device:

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/nook.htm

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/kobo.htm

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/ipad.htm

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/android.htm

And if you have a compatible iOS or Android device, you can get the Siren-BookStrand app (and get some free, exclusive books available only through the app).

Cover Reveal for Game of Scones

I’m soooooooo excited to share with you the gorgeous cover of Game of Scones by Samantha Tonge today, so here it is in all its sunshiney, summery, sparkly goodness.

Game of Scones_FINAL (2)Isn’t it beautiful.

And here’s what it’s all about

A story of icing and flour…and how love doesn’t always go to plan!

Growing up, Pippa Pattinson’s summers were spent in the idyllic Greek island fishing village of Taxos. There she spent many long hazy days determinedly ignoring thoughts of the life her parents had mapped out for her (a dreary-but-secure accounting job and obligatory sensible husband!) Instead she daydreamed of running her own tea shop – serving the perfect scones –with mocha-eyed childhood friend Niko by her side…

Arriving back in Taxos for the first time in years, with suave boyfriend Henrik, Pippa barely recognises the tired little town – but is relieved to catch glimpses of the quaint, charming village she’s always loved. Together Niko and Pippa put together a proposal to save Taxos from tourist-tastic ruin, and at the heart of their plan is Pippa’s dream project – The Tastiest Little Tea Shop in Taxos. It’s time for Pippa to leave her London life behind and dust off her scone recipe that’s guaranteed to win over both locals and visitors. And amidst the rolling pins and raisins, it seems romance is blossoming where she’s least expecting it…

If you’re a fan of Lindsay Kelk or Lucy Diamond then don’t hesitate to step into Samantha Tonge’s truly delightful tea shop.

Pre-order it here.

Amazon UK:  http://amzn.to/1yC654X

Amazon US:  http://amzn.to/1MC9PPi

Samantha lives in Cheshire with her lovely family and two cats who think they are dogs. Along with writing, her days are spent cycling, willing cakes to rise and avoiding housework. A love of fiction developed as a child, when she was known for reading Enid Blyton books in the bath. A desire to write bubbled away in the background whilst she pursued other careers, including a fun stint working at Disneyland Paris. Formally trained as a linguist, Samantha now likes nothing more than holing herself up in the spare room, in front of the keyboard. Writing romantic comedy novels and short stories is her passion. Samantha has sold over 80 short stories to mainstream women’s magazines. Her debut romantic comedy novel from CarinaUK Harlequin, bestselling “Doubting Abbey”, was shortlisted for the Festival of Romantic Fiction best Ebook award, 2014. Its fun sequel is From Paris With Love. Mistletoe Mansion is a fun standalone Christmas novel.

http://samanthatonge.co.uk/

http://doubtingabbey.blogspot.co.uk/

https://twitter.com/SamTongeWriter

https://www.facebook.com/SamanthaTongeAuthor

 

 

Cover Reveal for Under My Skin

I’m so very excited to share the cover of Under My Skin by Zoe Markham today, I think its stunning and very dramatic. So here it is.

Under My Skin_FINALAnd here what its all about;

Inside we are all monsters…
Chloe was once a normal girl. Until the night of the car crash that nearly claimed her life. Now Chloe’s mother is dead, her father is a shell of the man he used to be and the secrets that had so carefully kept their family together are falling apart.
A new start is all Chloe and her father can hope for, but when you think you’re no longer human how can you ever start pretending?
A contemporary reworking of a British horror classic, Under My Skin follows seventeen-year-old Chloe into an isolated world of darkness and pain, as she struggles to understand what it really means to be alive.
Set against the familiar backdrop of everyday, normal teenage worries, Chloe’s world has become anything but…
Due for release on 31st March 2015, Under My Skin is available to pre-order now!
I’m certainly intrigued by this blurb and I can’t wait to read it when its released at the end of this month