Blog Tour: Chapter Extract of If I Ever Fall by S. D. Robertson


“I want to tell you about what happened in the schoolyard today. I was standing apart from the other mums, as usual. I’ll never be part of their little club and I’ve no desire to be. I’m pretty sure they all either despise me or pity me and, to be honest, I feel pretty much the same about them. The ringleaders – the overdressed, overconfident Queen Bitches, as I call them – make me want to scream. They’re so damn snooty. And I feel sorry for the more timid, frumpy underlings for being at the Queen Bs’ beck and call.

I missed my chance to join ‘the gang’ when Ruby started in reception and I was too busy working to do the school run. That already marked me out as a bad mum in their eyes. They’ll always think so now, even though the new me is in the playground five days a week. It’ll never make a difference. I’ll forever be an outsider: someone talked about in hushed voices behind her back.  That’s small town life for you, I suppose. We made the decision to buy this house – in a semirural spot within commuting distance of the city – and with that comes a specific type of people, people who have, shall we say, certain attitudes. I imagine it would be much the same anywhere in the country as it is here in the north of England. City folk are less judgmental in my experience, or at least better at minding their own business.

In the early days I made the mistake of trying to talk to a couple of them: a pair I later christened Horsey and WAG, not knowing their real names. I walked up to them and said something innocuous. ‘Lovely weather today,’ I think it was. Their response was simply to look down their noses at me for a horrified moment and then to continue chatting with each other as if I didn’t exist. I shuffled away, turned back to watch them giggle. I couldn’t believe it. I felt like I was back at school myself, but at least I knew to steer clear of them in future.

Not everyone is that way. There are people I could speak to if I so desired. I could always make small talk with the other outsiders: the grandmas and grandpas; the working parents on a rare day off; even the girls in the hi-vis vests from the nearby after-school club. I do occasionally, if I’m feeling chatty, but mostly I keep myself to myself. It’s easier that way.

So there I was, standing alone in my usual spot near the dustbin, avoiding eye contact with everyone around me, and willing Ruby to be the first out. Then someone spoke to me.

‘What’s your secret?’ a deep male voice asked.

There was no doubt he was talking to me, since his mouth was so close to my ear that he could have whispered the question. And as if that wasn’t enough, he touched my shoulder at the same time. I almost jumped out of my skin. orry?’ I said, fighting not to look too shocked as I turned around to see a gorgeous man – six foot, athletic, with dreamy chestnut eyes – beaming a perfect grin at me. Then came this deep, infectious laugh.

‘Don’t look so startled,’ he said. ‘You were behind me on the road. Black Golf, right? I was wondering how you were able to park so quickly. One minute you were there; the next you weren’t. It took me ages to find a space. Do you have a secret spot?’

It feels strange talking to you about a man this way, considering … well, you know. Honesty’s essential, though. I wouldn’t be confiding in you if I held that kind of thing back.

Once I realised what this guy was talking about, I relaxed. To be honest, I could hardly believe that such a handsome stranger had noticed me, never mind started a conversation. He looked in his late thirties, well dressed in a light-grey suit and tie; clean-shaven with cropped hair. I decided to enjoy it, not least because I could see the Queen Bs staring at us, wondering why he was talking to me and not them.

‘Um, there is a spot a few streets away that I tend to use.’

‘I knew it,’ he replied. ‘And let me guess, you’re not going to tell me in case I nick it in future.’

I smiled. ‘It’s not that secret. There’s room for more than one car. Did you see me turn left on to Meadow Street?’

I gave him the directions and, next thing I knew, we were shaking hands.

‘I’m Rick,’ he said.

‘Nice to meet you. I’m Maria.’

I wondered how he’d been able to recognise me just from seeing my car behind his. When I asked him this, he laughed.

‘You stopped for petrol on the way, right? Don’t worry, Maria. I’m not stalking you or anything. I just happened to be doing the same thing. I noticed you at the pump and then you followed me out afterwards.’

Rick explained that he and his daughter, Anna, had recently moved to the area because his job had been relocated. He’s a finance manager for a large retail firm, apparently. I didn’t ask, but there was no mention of any wife or girlfriend. Today was Anna’s first day at her new school, he explained, adding that she was eight, the same age as Ruby. The weird thing was when the school doors opened and Ruby ran out into the playground with Anna in tow, begging me for her new friend to come to play at the house. Coincidence or what?

Before I go on, I must say how much Ruby misses you. Please don’t think for a second that she’s forgotten you and moved on. I could list countless examples of how that’s not the case; they’d break your heart. But again, that’s not why I’m writing to you.

Where was I? Oh yes, Ruby and Anna coming out of school together, all smiles. They were both buzzing about having a new playmate, as kids do. It was lovely to see.

‘Pleeease can she come, Mummy?’ Ruby asked, arms squeezed tight around my legs and puppy-dog eyes peering through her long blonde curls.

I looked over at Rick. He was being accosted in a similar way by his own daughter, who was a little taller than Ruby, with shoulder-length dark hair in neat plaits. ‘What do you think? I’m fine with it if you are.’

‘Sure,’ he replied, flashing his pearly whites at me. ‘When were you thinking?’

‘How about tomorrow?’

I could have invited them there and then, to be honest, but I knew the house was a mess and I didn’t want that to be his or Anna’s first impression of where we lived.

‘Fine with me. Am I invited too?’

‘Of course.’ I smiled. ‘I wouldn’t expect you to entrust your daughter to someone you’d just met.’

He beamed back at me in a way that felt like we might be flirting with each other. ‘I don’t know. You look like a pretty safe bet. And you did share your parking secret with me. We’ll look forward to it, won’t we, Anna?’

She replied with an excited nod.

‘Great. See you here tomorrow, then?’


And that was it: play date arranged. I’ve been cleaning the house ever since. Tidying up is my way of dealing with the nerves.

I could have imagined the flirting thing; it’s been so long, I’m not sure I even know how to do it any more. Luckily I stopped short of saying: ‘It’s a date.’

I’ll tell you what: I can’t wait to see the look on the Queen Bs’ faces when we leave together. It’ll be priceless.

Time to go now. It’s late and my empty bed awaits. I’ll write again soon.

Love as always,



Blog Tour: Chapter Extract from Secrets & Fries at the Starlight Diner by


Thrilled to be part of Helen Cox’s new book blog tour! You all need to pick up and read Secrets & Fries at the Starlight Diner.. its hilarious!
Here is an extract from the book..

Extract from Chapter One

Outside the diner, ankle-deep in snow again, I watched my breath smoke up into the icy air and shuddered. It was nearing midnight. Besides a Chinese takeaway joint on the corner, the buildings out on East Houston were silent and shuttered. Here, I was the only soul walking the streets. Well, who would be out at this time of night in the cold? The day after Christmas. Even in New York, a city that had a reputation for never really slowing up. Only folk with nowhere else to go would be out on a night like this.

Trudging back to the subway station at 2nd Avenue in my green Doc Martin boots, tears threatened again. God damn it. I had to pull myself together if I was going to get through this. Alright, so the last four days had been among the worst of my life. So I had nobody and nowhere to turn to. Fine. But I got out of Atlantic City alive. What else mattered?

Tonight would be lonely.

Tonight would be cold.

But the next day Esther would be back and things would be better. I’d make her laugh, like I used to, on those gin-fuelled nights backstage at the Crystal Coast Casino. That’d be enough to win back the heart of a one-time friend. It just had to be.

I’d almost reached the mouth of the subway entrance and was debating whether to pay to ride a train or just leap over the turnstile so I might hold on to my last five bucks when I felt it. A heavy hand on my left shoulder, gripping me tight from behind.

Oh God no… They’d found me

I sucked in a deep breath and held onto it.

My eyes widened.

My jaw stiffened.

But that’s all there was time for. Taking more than a second to react might mean I wouldn’t see New Year.

Before fear or doubt could paralyse me completely, I dropped my luggage, cringing at the imagined dent in my Fender Jazzmaster guitar, clenched my fist and swung around as hard as I could, punching my assailant across the cheek and letting out a bass grunt as my fist knocked hard against flesh and bone.

‘Jeeesus!’ The guy cried out and put a hand to his face while I was wringing my hand and gasping at the sting. I’d forgotten how much it hurt to sock a person, but I had my other fist raised ready to strike again when a vaguely familiar voice asked, ‘What you do that for?’


It was Jimmy Boyle.

I’d just punched Jimmy Boyle in the face.

He wasn’t bleeding, but there’d probably be a pretty big bruise there in the morning.

‘Damn it, what the hell did you creep up on me for?’ I yelled, anger rising over the shock he’d given me. ‘You can’t just sneak up on a woman in New York at midnight. Saying that, I’m surprised I didn’t smell your cologne first. You must be downwind

‘Wait a minute, wait a minute. Just let me get this straight. First you punch me in the face’ he said, giving his cheek a gentle prod where I’d hit him. ‘Now, you’re telling me I smell bad?’

Those were two God-awful things to do to a person, especially one right after the other. But probably out of relief that Frankie’s guys hadn’t in fact caught up with me – out of relief I wasn’t going to die, at least not right that second – the urge to laugh bubbled up inside. I clamped both hands over my mouth to contain it, but still, a small chuckle escaped.

‘Oh, I see, this is funny, is it? You think this is funny?’ Jimmy ranted, but his annoyance only made me want to laugh harder and eventually the edges of his mouth gave in to the infectiousness of it and slanted upward. Just enough for the expression to be classified as a smile.

‘Here, let me see,’ I said, choking back another giggle. I put a quivering hand up to his chin and turned his head to the left, so it was illuminated by the yellow beam of a nearby street light. He already looked a little dark along the cheekbone. I cringed, bit my lower lip and moved my eyes from the brewing bruise to the brown of his eyes. They were so intense, like they saw more than most. Or maybe, had seen more than most.

‘You’re shivering,’ he said. His breathing was deep and erratic, as well it might be after being socked in the face without warning.

‘It’s cold, genius,’ I said, telling myself again it was the weather that was making me shake, not the fact I thought my number was up just minutes ago or that the air between me and the reporter seemed suddenly charged with something unspoken.

Though they had more reason to now than before, Jimmy’s eyes didn’t look angry like they had back at the restaurant. He stood stock-still, staring at me, while I ran my fingertip along his cheek, as if that could magic away the pain I’d caused him. ‘I’m so sorry for hitting you, but you scared the hell outta me. You gonna be OK?’

‘I’ll live. Won’t be the first time I go into the office with my face all beat up.’

‘You make a habit outta gettin’ punched in the face?’ I said, shuffling my hand back into the warmth of my pocket.

‘Let’s just say I’m no stranger to the ice pack.’ Jimmy almost growled these words.

‘Bit of a weird way to get your boss’s attention. Don’t most people impress their boss by inviting them to a summer barbeque or something?’

‘Well, I guess I ain’t most people,’ he said, opening and shutting his jaw a couple of times, flinching as he did so. ‘Where’d you learn to punch like that?’

‘I grew up on the outskirts of Detroit. Where do you think I learned to punch like that?’

Jimmy summoned a smile, though it was clear from the crinkling of the skin near his eyes that it hurt when he did.

Blog Tour: Mistletoe on 34th Street by Lisa Dickenson


Today I am so happy to be featured on the Blog Tour for Lisa Dickenson’s new novel Mistletoe on 34th Street.. now first of all I am a huge fan of Lisa’s books they are great and always full of laughter. I also a big fan of Christmas and I got all excited like a big kid when I knew that Lisa was releasing a new novel all around Christmas yay!

It was great to follow Olivia who has never experienced a true traditional Christmas as her family choose a winter holiday rather than decking the halls. She is a bit of a Scrooge you would say but to be stranded in New York after a work trip sounds like a perfect plan…However Jon Olivia’s friend he always has the perfect traditional Christmas with all his family and is desperate to get home in time for Christmas. Nevertheless he is determined to crack Olivia and show her how enchanting Christmas in New York can be…but with a slight twist of a handsome New Yorker thrown in to the mix called Elijah.

Lisa You have done it again girl! You sassy lady always write the perfect books for your readers, I just know when I pick one of your books up I am so not going to be disappointed. The cover for Mistletoe on 34th Street is so beautiful and festive. Looks very pretty on book shelves hehe!

Reading Mistletoe on 34th Street made me really want to book a trip to New York at Christmas, all the description of all the places made me really want to experience it myself. I am big fan of Christmas and I was routing for Olivia throughout the book to start loving Christmas because I felt she would love it so much!
Mistletoe on 34th Street gives you all the feels of a true Christmas read with plenty of goings on, laughter and lots of Christmas things too!
I want to go to New York now!
Also I need to start watching all the Christmas films now that feature in New York thanks to Lisa! I urge you all to go out and buy this fantastic book, You will not regret it i promise!

MissBookworm Reviews gives Mistletoe on 34th Street 5 Sparkling Baubles for being a perfect Christmas read with all the festive feels.

Don’t forget to check out the other lovely bloggers who are part of the blog tour also!
dickensonlisa-c-phil-dickensonLisa Dickenson is the pseudonym for Beyoncé. OK, FINE, THAT’S NOT TRUE. Lisa lives by the Devon seaside, stuffing cream teas in the gobs of anyone who comes to visit, and writing stuff down that she hopes is funny.  Her first novel was the copyright-infringing Sweet Valley Twins: The Twins Holiday Horror, which she wrote in primary school and gave up on after five pages. Twenty-ish years later Lisa went on to be a *real author* and wrote the Novelicious Debut of the Year, The Twelve Dates of Christmas. In summer 2016 out popped You Had Me at Merlot. She’s now keeping her fingers crossed that everyone will like her third paperback, Mistletoe on 34th Street, and that New York City gives her a free apartment near Central Park as a ‘well done’.

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Blog Tour: The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year by Joanna Bolouri


Today I’m feeling all festive and so happy i’m part of this wonderful festive blog tour for Joanna Bolouri’s new book The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. The cover gives you all the Christmas feels but also gets you humming along to that one Christmas song we all love i’m sure..

Thirty-eight year old Emily has a satisfying job, fab friends, an amazing car and, most importantly, a wonderful flat, exactly 411 miles away from the judgemental, batshit crazy, interfering family she reluctantly sees twice a year. In fact, the only minor stress in her life is her twenty-something neighbour Evan and his penchant for flirting, loud music and even louder sex . . . but he’s nothing she can’t handle.

Emily also has a boyfriend called Robert and it’s going really well. So well, in fact, that this year Emily is hoping to take him home for Christmas to meet her family. Finally she won’t be subject to five days of nosy questions from her parents and pity looks from her younger married siblings.

But when Robert breaks up with her a week before Christmas, Emily is gutted. How on earth is she going to face her family now? Enlisting the help of party boy Evan (in exchange for one month’s rent and the use of her convertible) Emily is determined to take Robert home for Christmas come hell or high water, even if it isn’t the real Robert . . .

This is the first book I’ve read by Joanna Bolouri and I’m glad it was Christmas themed. I love a good Christmas book. I couldn’t wait to be part of this great blog tour.

This book starts with 2 weeks before running up to Christmas with Emily’s family, this makes the story so much better because you can really get into the Christmassy mood while reading because you really do picture yourself there with Emily enjoying all things Christmas round them 2 weeks, however it is a nightmare for Emily as she ends up breaking up with her boyfriend Robert but she doesn’t want to bring shame to her family and let them down so asks Evan(her annoying neighbour who is a party boy and always seems to keep her up with his loud music and loud sex too) for his help to pretend to be Robert for her family this Christmas.

I did really feel for Emily and just wanted her to have her own happy ending she really needed it! Joanna certainly knows how to give her readers plenty of laughter.
I really want to live in Scotland also too! the thought of snow and Christmas makes me a very giddy person. I could picture and dream the little town of Melrose where Emily’s family live. It sounded so cute.
I really cannot recommend this book enough! Honestly go out and buy this. You will not be disappointed and also if you love Christmas themed books as much as me then you will be running to the shops right now!!

This is the perfect book to snuggle up in the frosty dark nights to give you them festive feels with plenty of laughter.
5 Sparkling baubles rating!!

Keep following the blog tour for more festiveness..


A Very Secret Blog Tour: The Secret by Katrina Diamond

Hi Everybody,

Did You Guess?
Yes  MissBookworm Reviews is the next person on the secret blog tour for Katrina Diamond’s 2nd novel The Secret. Well Done if you guessed Correctly.
I got all giddy when I received the email from Helena @ AvonBooks to be part of a very secret blog tour..its been thrilling not to spill any details until today! Massive thank you to Helena and Katrina for letting me part of this very thrilling blog tour.

I thoroughly enjoyed Katrina’s previous novel The Teacher so I was even more excited when I found out Katrina had a 2nd novel coming out called The Secret.

About the book..

Can you keep a secret? Your life depends on it…

Bridget Reid has a secret, one that could get her killed… If she can escape the man who is keeping her locked in a basement bedroom.

DS Imogen Grey is good at keeping secrets – truths she’d never reveal to her colleagues at Exeter Police. She worked hard to get where she is – she nearly died for it. Now her past is catching up with her…

As DS Grey and her partner DS Adrian Miles search for Bridget, they uncover a terrifying web of abuse, betrayal and murder. And they realise that some secrets are better left buried…

Grab your copy right now!!
99p right now on Kindle!!
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Here is an Extract of The Secret….Go On…Read on…I dare you..!

There was a sudden scratching noise in the room. Bridget turned her head. It was coming from the corner behind her, it sounded as though someone was clawing at the wall. But it wasn’t a person; to her surprise there was a dog sitting there. It looked strangely familiar; with its brown and white markings, it looked like her old dog, Wilberforce. He was scratching at the concrete floor in the corner, trying to dig his way out. The sound of his panting was comforting to her, like an old friend, a reminder that she wasn’t alone.

‘Hey, doggy!’ she called out.

How did he get in here?

The dog turned around and dashed over, sitting obediently at the side of the bed and breathing excitedly in her face. She didn’t know how it was possible, but this was Wilberforce, it had to be – he had a bone-shaped brass tag on his collar with a big W engraved on it. Wilberforce had died when Bridget was just thirteen years old. She was dreaming. She must be. As Bridget stared, the dog lay down on the ground and started to wheeze. She watched him struggle for breath, remembering the day they had found him dead – knocked over by a car in the street. To her horror, she realised that it was happening again, before her eyes – the blood was oozing out from underneath him. The puddle of blood was spreading, carpeting the floor, beginning to rise. Bridget began to panic. What was in those pills? She lay down, trying to steady herself, trying to keep a hold of her thoughts.

‘It’s not real, it’s not real,’ she repeated over and over to herself.

Bridget lay on the bed, red water now lapping at her sides. It was splashing on to the throw. She could taste it in her mouth as the waves got more and more aggressive. Her hands, her hands were red. Was this some form of latent guilt for what had happened to Dee? If only she had been watching, then Dee would still be alive. I’m so sorry, Dee. It’s not real, it’s not real


Keep on following the secret blog tour to see who is featuring next….


Book Tour: Celebrations and Confetti At Cedarwood Lodge by Rebecca Raisin




Part one in a feel-good romantic serial from bestselling author Rebecca Raisin!

Clio Winters is finally fulfilling her childhood dream of renovating the gorgeous old Cedarwood Lodge in Evergreen. Turning it into the perfect destination for big celebrations, weddings and parties has brought her back home, but Cedarwood Lodge is in need of a lot of tender loving care.

Perhaps all the work will be the perfect distraction from the real reason she had to leave her glamorous New York life behind.

Will coming home be the best decision of her life… or her biggest regret?

Cedarwood Lodge is a delectable romance told in three parts – following Clio Winters journey back to her hometown of Evergreen. This is Part One.

My Review

Today I am part of the book tour for the lovely Rebecca Raisin for her new 3 part book series At Cedarwood Lodge. Rebecca is a lovely lady and someone i can call my friend aswell. I am a huge fan of Rebecca’s books, I’ve loved every single one so I knew I was going to like this first book of Cedarwood Lodge.

We Meet Clio who has moved back to Evergreen after purchasing Cedarwood Lodge which needs a lot of renovating which is Clio’s childhood dream. Wanting to turn Cedarwood Lodge into a fantastic place for weddings,Parties and celebrations but it needs plenty of tender loving care before opening.

All the characters are fantastic, I really warmed to them all pretty much straight away, although I seem to warm to Clio a lot more. I felt sorry for her when we find out why she’s come back home but I know she is going to make Cedarwood Lodge perfect.

Rebecca’s writing style grabs the attention of her readers,leaves you hooked and wanting more. The descriptive words for Evergreen and Cedarwood Lodge really made me want to visit if it was a real place. Sounds like a perfect area!

I am so intrigued with what the secret Clio’s mum is keeping hidden and I am also very excited to see what happens between Clio and Kai. Rebecca I need Moree!! hehe!

I rate Celebrations & Confetti at Cedarwood Lodge 4.5 Stars for making me dream that i lived in Evergreen just like Clio!



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Author Info:


Rebecca Raisin is a true bibliophile. This love of books morphed into the desire to write them. She’s been published in various short story anthologies and in in fiction magazines, and is now focusing on writing romance.

Rebecca aims to write characters you can see yourself being friends with. People with big hearts who care about relationships, and most importantly believe in true love.

Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Blog Tour: The Christmas Promise by Sue Moorcroft

 Today I’m part of the blog tour for Sue Moorcroft’s new festive read The Christmas Promise. I am always a big fan of Festive books and I was chuffed to bits to be asked by the lovely Helena from Avon Books to be part of the blog tour.

The Christmas Promise is the first book I have read by Sue Moorcroft and i thoroughly enjoyed it and will also be picking up more of Sue’s books in the future.
I couldn’t wait to start my first festive book of the yes Sue you had the privilege.

So you want to know what The Christmas Promise is all about?

We meet Ava Bliss who is a bespoke hat maker and one snowy evening in December a dishy gentleman called Sam Jermyn steps into her life and sparks fly.
But Ava is having a tough time with struggling to make ends meet, her ex boyfriend who is bullying and blackmailing her but also because its nearly Christmas..Argh!
Dishy Sam commissions Ava to make a hat for a special someone in his life in which Ava makes a promise that will most definitely change her life..she just doesn’t know it yet…

I really enjoyed The Christmas Promise very much. It took a while to get to know which character was who but then I soon got settled in for a good read.

I really hated Ava’s ex boyfriend.. won’t go into too much detail as don’t want to spoil but with this story it rings true to what is happening in the real world with cyber-bulling and revenge porn. Some people are just damn right horrible!

I really loved reading about Ava, she seems like an amazingly talented lady who makes bespoke hats..which makes me want to go out and buy myself a fancy hat right now. Sue Moorcroft has certainly created such a fantastic character that all her readers will enjoy reading about.

The Christmas Promise will give you all the festive feels, tug at your heart strings but also make you smile hell of a lot!
Thank you to Helena @ Avon and Sue Moorcroft for letting me read and review this wonderful book.
The Christmas Promise is out now on e-book
Paperback 1st December.