Jay Jay The Supersonic Bus by Sue Wickstead #Review #Blogtour #Childrensbook

Synopsis

Jay-Jay the bus is rescued from the dirty scrap yard, where he was sadly gathering dust and

cobwebs. Feeling nervous yet excited, he is taken to an airport where he is magically transformed

into a ‘Playbus’ full of toys, games and adventure.

A fictional tale based on a real-life bus ‘Supersonic’, which flew in the imaginations of the many

young children who visited it.

My Review

I’d like to thank Rachel’s Random Resources and Sue Wickstead for inviting me on to this lovely tour.

This is a lovely little story, ideal for children three years and upwards.

My Grandson who is nearly three loved it.

Jay Jay the bus is put out to graze and thinks his life is over, until he is taken away, spruced up and turned into a playbus for the summer. As summer draws to a close he starts to worry he will be forgotten about. But fear not, he is then converted into a playgroup for younger children, but not before he is given a medal by the queen to thank him for all his hard work.

I’ve always got my early years practitioner head on, and this is a lovely book to introduce lots of valuable conversations to children.

The message that runs throughout is so positive, don’t give up and follow your dreams!

Gorgeous illustrations throughout, thank you Sue for a gorgeous book, one that my Grandson will enjoy for many years!

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All About Sue

am a teacher and an author and have currently written six children’s picture books with a bus

theme.

For over 20 years, alongside my teaching career, I worked with a Children’s Charity, The Bewbush

Playbus Association, which led me to write a photographic history book about it.

I soon found that many children had never been on a bus before, let alone a ‘Playbus’ and they

wanted to know more. I decided to write a fictional tale about the bus, his number plate JJK261 gave

him his name.

‘Jay-Jay the Supersonic Bus,’ came out in print in 2014. It is the story behind the original bus and is

his journey from a scrap-yard to being changed into a playbus for children to play in. From Fact to

fiction the bus journey continued.

This story has now been followed by five more picture books.

I also undertake events and author bookings and love to share the story. There are also a few more stories in the writing process, with links to real events and buses.

The story has been read in many schools in the south-East of England, where I teach as a cover

teacher, it is always well received and certainly different.

Where To Find Sue

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The Truths And Triumphs Of Grace Atherton by Anstey Harris #Review

Synopsis

This is the story of a woman who has her heart broken, but then puts it back together again in the most uplifting and exquisite way.

Between the simple melody of running her violin shop and the full-blown orchestra of her romantic interludes in Paris with David, her devoted partner of eight years, Grace Atherton has always set her life to music.

Her world revolves entirely around David, for Grace’s own secrets have kept everyone else at bay. Until, suddenly and shockingly, one act tips Grace’s life upside down, and the music seems to stop.

It takes a vivacious old man and a straight-talking teenager to kickstart a new chapter for Grace. In the process, she learns that she is not as alone in the world as she had once thought, that no mistake is insurmountable, and that the quiet moments in life can be something to shout about

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My Review

This book is truly beautiful from the cover to the last line. I have no musical knowledge but reading about Grace and her Cello seemed as natural as breathing.

Grace lives a quite secluded life, she is in love with David, a married man who lives in Paris. Although married Grace is secure in the knowledge that David’s marriage is one of convenience, and one day their life together will begin. Whilst waiting for this life she keeps herself fulfilled with her music shop.

You slowly realise that in her past Grace has been subjected to something that has changed her, she no longer plays her cello in public or to even close friends. Slowly as the story unfolds it becomes clear this is due to a past teacher who abused his position and subjected Grace to emotional abuse, leaving her feeling she was not good enough and an absolute failure, this was far from the truth. Grace left music college and her chance of becoming a world reknown cellist player.

Instead she opens up her music shop, repairing and selling violins, viola’s and cellos.

Here she meets two key characters in her future Mr Williams and Nadia.

These two delightful characters become Grace’s family.

Grace’s life is turned upside down when David’s Wife emails her telling her that David is a serial adulterer.

Grace’s life spirals out of control, Mr Williams and Nadia are her guardian angels, they pick her up and help her rebuild her life.

They persuade her to still take part in the prestigious Triennale Cremona, Grace hoped if she could win, this would lay some of her ghosts to rest.

I felt as if I was with Grace at the Triennale Cremona, I felt her excitement and nerves.

The Truths And Triumphs Of Grace Atherton made my spirits soar, an absolute gem of a book!

All About Anstey

Anstey Harris is based by the seaside in south-east England where she lives with her violinmaker husband and two dogs. She teaches creative writing in the community, local schools, and as an associate lecturer for Christchurch University in Canterbury.

Anstey writes about the things that make people tick, the things that bind us and the things that can rip us apart. In 2015, she won the H G Wells Short Story Prize for her story, Ruby. In novels, Anstey tries to celebrate uplifting ideas and prove that life is good and that happiness is available to everyone once we work out where to look (usually inside ourselves). Her short stories tend not to end quite so well…

Things that interest Anstey include her children and granddaughter, green issues and conservation, adoption and adoption reunion (she is an adopted child, born in an unmarried mothers’ home in Liverpool in 1965), stepfamilies, dogs, and food. Always food. She would love to be on Masterchef but would never recover from the humiliation if she got sent home in the first round.

Where To Find Anstey

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Amazon Author Page

Goodreads

Twitter

The Space Between Time by Charlie Laidlaw #Coverreveal

I’m so excited to reveal the cover of The Space Between Time today by Charlie Laidlaw….

Isn’t it stunning!

The Space Between Time will be published on June 20th 2019, follow the link below to pre-order and look out for the blog tour which will be taking place throughout June.

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Synopsis

There are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on Earth…

Emma Maria Rossini appears to be the luckiest girl in the world. She’s the daughter of a beautiful and loving mother, and her father is one of the most famous film actors of his generation. She’s also the granddaughter of a rather eccentric and obscure Italian astrophysicist.

But as her seemingly charmed life begins to unravel, and Emma experiences love and tragedy, she ultimately finds solace in her once-derided grandfather’s Theorem on the universe.

The Space Between Time is humorous and poignant and offers the metaphor that we are all connected, even to those we have loved and not quite lost.

All About Charlie

I was born in Paisley, central Scotland, which wasn’t my fault.  That week, Eddie Calvert with Norrie Paramor and his Orchestra were Top of the Pops, with Oh, Mein Papa, as sung by a young German woman remembering her once-famous clown father.  That gives a clue to my age, not my musical taste.

I was brought up in the west of Scotland and graduated from the University of Edinburgh.  I still have the scroll, but it’s in Latin, so it could say anything.

I then worked briefly as a street actor, baby photographer, puppeteer and restaurant dogsbody before becoming a journalist.  I started in Glasgow and ended up in London, covering news, features and politics.  I interviewed motorbike ace Barry Sheene, Noel Edmonds threatened me with legal action and, because of a bureaucratic muddle, I was ordered out of Greece.

I then took a year to travel round the world, visiting 19 countries.  Highlights included being threatened by a man with a gun in Dubai, being given an armed bodyguard by the PLO in Beirut (not the same person with a gun), and visiting Robert Louis Stevenson’s grave in Samoa.  What I did for the rest of the year I can’t quite remember

Surprisingly, I was approached by a government agency to work in intelligence, which just shows how shoddy government recruitment was back then.  However, it turned out to be very boring and I don’t like vodka martini.

Craving excitement and adventure, I ended up as a PR consultant, which is the fate of all journalists who haven’t won a Pulitzer Prize, and I’ve still to listen to Oh, Mein Papa.

I am married with two grown-up children and live in central Scotland. And that’s about it.

Where To Find Charlie

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Thank you to Charlie and R&R Book Tours for inviting me to take part in this cover reveal

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Wedding Bells At Villa Limoncello by Daisy James #Spotlight #BlogTour #Extract

Synopsis

Escape to Villa Limoncello… where dreams come true in unexpected ways. Perfect for fans of Sarah Morgan, Jenny Oliver and Kat French

When Isabella Jenkins is unceremoniously fired from her fancy London job, she escapes to Tuscany. A few weeks hiding amongst rolling hills and grape vines at Villa Limoncello sounds exactly like the distraction she needs.

But Italy holds emotional memories for Izzy and with a hapless handyman, a matchmaking village matriarch and a gorgeous – if infuriating – local chef named Luca Castelotti, her quiet Italian get away turns into an unending cacophony of chaos.

Suddenly Izzie finds herself on a mission to pull off the wedding of the century and maybe get her life in order in the process. If only Luca’s gorgeous smile wasn’t such a powerful distraction…

I’d like to thank Daisy James and Canelo for inviting me to take part in this wonderful blog tour.

Extract

‘Meghan…’

Izzie paused, watching her friend scroll distractedly through her messages until she stopped to reread one of them, her eyes igniting with delight. 

‘Oh my God! I have the perfect solution!’ 

‘You do? For confessing to your family the reasons why you’ve swapped muddy Wellies for sequinned sandals?’

‘Not for me, for you!’

Izzie’s stomach contracted around what felt like a particularly large pineapple as she saw the gleam of excitement in Meghan’s sea-green eyes. Oh no, what had she cooked up now! She braced herself for another of her outrageous suggestions – like the time she’d proposed a weekend on an outward-bound expedition which involved wild camping and scavenging for food because the course leader bore more than passing resemblance to Bear Grylls. There was no way Meghan could have survived even one night without the use of her hair straighteners, let alone exist on a diet of wild berries and foraged leaves. 

A more pleasurable excursion, for Izzie at least, had been the time they’d taken advantage of the VIP tickets Meghan had scored from her parents for the Cheltenham Gold Cup in March and it was testament to their friendship that Meghan had stoically endured the whole episode with a smile on her face, despite her aversion to all things horse-related. On the journey back to London on a packed train, Izzie had confided that the trip had nudged her another step in the right direction on the journey to resume her place in normality at last.

‘So, promise you’ll hear me out before you refuse?’

‘Oh, Meghan, I’m not really…’

‘Promise?’

Izzie rolled her eyes and signalled her agreement by gesturing a zipping action across her lips.

‘Okay. Remember I told you my brother rang this morning in a complete panic? What’s new I hear you say! Well, apparently Lucy, his incredibly efficient PA, went to visit her family in Dublin at the weekend and after a trip to the local oyster-fest, has gone down with a bad case of food poisoning, poor girl.’ 

Izzie had met Meghan’s brother Brad Knowles, a charismatic and award-winning film director/producer, on a few occasions over the years. Each time he’d been chasing around like a headless chicken trying to rectify some kind of calamity. She had no idea how such a talented director could be so disorganised and get anything done. Meghan had even confided in her that when he and his wife Rachel had returned from their honeymoon in the Maldives, he’d forgotten where he’d parked his brand-new Range Rover and it had taken three days to locate it because he couldn’t remember the registration number. 

Surely Meghan wasn’t about to suggest that she step into the sensible heels of his super-efficient Girl Friday who was probably the only reason he ever got to say the words ‘it’s a wrap!’? She could feel her heart start to beat a little faster and the anxiety demons raised their enquiring eyes above the parapet. Meghan, however, misinterpreted her concern.

‘Oh, don’t worry, she’s out of hospital now, but the medics have advised her to take it easy for a week or two, so she’s staying on in Ireland so that her parents can pamper her until she recovers completely. Anyway, would you believe my dear delusional brother had the audacity to ask me to use the last few days of my annual leave to help him out with a wedding shoot in Italy! The cheek! Obviously he’s conveniently forgotten the fiasco last October when I agreed to take a precious week’s holiday to join him and his crew in Tobago for that perfume commercial and we ended up getting stuck there during one of the worst hurricanes ever. Remember?’ 

‘Meghan, if you are about to suggest what I think you’re about to suggest…’

‘And anyway, I can’t possibly miss the catwalk show on Monday, can I?’

‘No, no you can’t…’ 

‘It’s the perfect opportunity for you to forget about Dastardly Darren and decide where you want to go from here. Brad assured me that Lucy has everything organised and it’s just a matter of overseeing the last few tweaks for a very short wedding ceremony – it’ll be a doddle with your love of lists and organising. In fact, getting involved in such a lovely occasion might just reignite your creative streak whilst you soak up a bit of Italian sunshine, sample the food and wine, and who knows, you might meet a sexy, passionate Italian stallion who’ll sweep you off your feet and show you what you’ve been missing!’

Meghan wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

‘Meg, I don’t know the first thing about staging a film shoot!’

‘How hard can it be? Knowing Lucy, everything will be sorted. Hang on, I’ll just call Brad and ask him for a few more details. Oh God, I hope he’s got his phone switched on – that’s if he even has his phone with him!’

Meghan was right to be sceptical because her call went straight to voicemail. 

‘Oh well, never mind. He’s probably found someone else to step into the breach,’ said Izzie, struggling to disguise the relief in her voice. 

‘I’ll give Rachel a quick ring. She doesn’t get much further than the school run these days. Only three weeks left to go until I get a new niece or nephew. Squeee, how exciting is that!’

Izzie’s heart gave a nip of pleasure at the joy spreading across her friend’s face as she dialled her sister-in-law’s number. Meghan had talked of little else since Brad and Rachel had announced they were to become parents for the second time and she had already amassed a trunk full of baby clothes in white, lemon and pistachio from Harrods’ nursery department, along with a cute red tricycle that Jonti had declared the most darling thing he’d ever seen.

‘Hey! Rachel, it’s Meghan. I don’t suppose Brad’s with you, is he? He’s got his phone switched off again.’

‘That’s because he’s probably half way up a volcano in Bali. Didn’t he mention that when he spoke to you this morning?’

‘No, he did not!’

‘Of course, he’s left his wallet behind again, so I hope his crew are feeling in a generous mood. I’m sorry he’s dumped this wedding gig on you, Meggie. I’m just booking your flight tickets now and I’ll email over the details to you along with the notes Lucy’s sent through.’

‘Booking my tickets? What do you mean? I told Brad I couldn’t do it because of the fashion show on Monday!’

‘Well, that isn’t what he told me, darling.’

‘Bloody typical! My brother is a complete and utter…’

Izzie watched Meghan pause, then meet her eyes with a look reminiscent of the one Charlie, her childhood pet spaniel, used to give her whenever she was eating a piece of her mother’s famous lemon drizzle cake. She sighed and nodded her head. After all, Meghan had come to her rescue many times over the last two years, offering her a listening ear and her unquestioning support – not to mention her insight into the dating scene – and it was time to repay her friendship.

‘Okay, Rachel, send over the emails and change the flight into Izzie’s name. She’s just agreed to come to my brother’s rescue – so he owes her big time. I’ll ask for a couple of days off work after the show and fly out on Thursday to help with the finishing touches, although I’m confident that Izzie will be able to pull this off with one hand tied behind her back and her eyes closed.’

Meghan tossed her phone onto the coffee table and padded to the huge silver SMEG refrigerator to grab one of the bottles of prosecco and a couple of glasses.

‘Thanks for doing this, Izzie. You’ve just saved my brother’s ass.’

‘So, do you have any idea who any of the actors are?’

‘None…’

‘Or whereabouts in Italy the wedding is taking place?’ 

A tickle of trepidation agitated in her chest when she said the word ‘Italy’ but she ignored it. It was a huge country and fate couldn’t be so cruel.

‘All Brad said was that it’s in this amazing farmhouse with a vineyard and an olive grove and a tennis court! Hang on while I take a look at what Rachel’s sent through. Ah, look, here it is. I told you it would be okay. Lucy is a whizz at stuff like this. Here’s an email with a list of things that need to be done. Oh, and you don’t need to worry about the catering because she’s arranged for someone called Carlotta who lives in the local village to sort that out, so there’s just overseeing the location. What could be easier?’

‘Just because I can stage a room doesn’t mean I know anything about staging a wedding for a film shoot! It’s a whole different ball-game, and one which you only get one chance at getting right! Any mistakes will be captured on camera for all eternity!’

Izzie pulled a face and Meghan’s expression softened.

‘Look, Izzie, you’ll be amazing – you have all the right skills – and if I can do it, so can you! It’ll be good for you to go somewhere where no one knows you or your history. And weren’t you learning to speak Italian before… well, just… before. Oh, I can’t wait to join you. I’ve never dated an Italian guy. Remember that French waiter I literally bumped into when we went over to Paris after we graduated? And what about Dimitri and Andreas we met in Cephalonia? I swear they must have been the descendants of Greek gods…’

But Izzie wasn’t listening. She had seen the location of the farmhouse where the filming was due to take place in a weeks’ time. Tuscany. And not just any old village hidden in the rolling Tuscan hills, but one that had Florence in its address. Her fingertips fizzed with mounting panic and anxiety gnawed at her gut. She couldn’t go to Florence.

‘I can’t do it, Meghan,’ she whispered. ‘I can’t go to Florence. You know why.’

Meghan squinted at the sentence in the email Izzie was pointing to.

‘Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Izzie. I swear I had no idea. Yes, yes, of course, I understand. I’ll call Rachel back straight away and tell her to find someone else. There’s bound to be some kind of agency in the area that can organise a wedding on short notice – we don’t have to tell them it’s for a film shoot.’ And Meghan began scrolling through her contacts for Rachel’s number again. 

Later that night, when Izzie was stretched out on her bed, listening to the pigeons dance a final fandango on the roof tiles, and the traffic on the street below morph from shrill cacophony to a low, gentle hum, she still had no idea what made her change her mind and say ‘No, don’t. I’ll go.’ The words had flown from her lips before she’d had a chance to engage her brain and when she saw the way Meghan’s eyes lit up, she didn’t have the heart to renege on her spontaneous loss of sanity. Also, as they’d chatted about the adventure that lay ahead, her spirits had edged up a notch and she experienced a tiny tickle of excitement, mingled with a dose of trepidation, deep in the crevices of her befuddled mind.

She was going to Italy! To Florence, a place she had wanted to visit since school. It wasn’t how she had planned it, of course, and she knew the trip would be filled with painful ‘what ifs’ as well as sunshine and cannoli, but she had to admit that Meghan was right. It was time she jumped back onto the carousel of normality, time to stitch her grief into the tapestry of her life and create a new picture – and finalising the arrangements for a short film shoot could be exactly what she needed to do that. 

Ideas had already started to flood her brain. There hadn’t been a photograph of the Tuscan farmhouse that would be her home for the next week, but the name of the place evoked a sensation of better times ahead.

Villa Limoncello!

All About Daisy

Daisy James is a Yorkshire girl transplanted to the north east of England. She loves writing stories with strong heroines and swift-flowing plotlines. When not scribbling away in her summerhouse, she spends her time sifting flour and sprinkling sugar and edible glitter. She loves gossiping with friends over a glass of something pink and fizzy or indulging in a spot of afternoon tea – china plates and teacups are a must.

 Where To Find Daisy

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Spring Skies Over Bluebell Castle by Sarah Bennett #Review #BlogTour

Book 1: Spring Skies Over Bluebell Castle
Book 2: Sunshine Over Bluebell Castle
Book 3: Starlight Over Bluebell Castle

Synopsis

She wasn’t looking for love…

When Lucie Kennington flees the bright lights of London for the quiet Derbyshire countryside, she’s shocked to discover that the heir to the Bluebell Castle estate is far from the wizened employer she expected.

In fact, Arthur Ludworth might just be the most handsome man Lucie’s ever laid eyes on – and a terrible distraction! So when she stumbles across a legendary painting feared lost for centuries, she can’t believe her luck – perhaps this is the hidden treasure to save Arthur and his family from ruin?

But it’s only a matter of time before Lucie’s past catches up with her and by then it’s too late, she’s falling for him…

My Review

I’d like to thank Rachel’s Random Resources and Sarah Bennett for inviting me onto this amazing blog tour.

Through my blog I’m lucky enough to discover some wonderful authors, Sarah Bennett is one of these gems.

Sarah’s books are my complete happy place, a hug in a book. The characters are so believable with a warmth and depth that by the time you read the last sentence they feel like friends.

In the beginning of Spring Skies Over Bluebell Castle you are introduced to the Ludlow triplets, Arthur, Tristan and Igraine. Their Father has recently died and the eldest of the triplets, Arthur has become heir to the estate.

It’s become clear that the Ludlow inheritance is definitely non existence and there needs to be a small miracle to save the castle from being sold to pay of the Ludlow’s debts.

Lucie is an art expert and works for a famous auction house, her discovery of a rare piece of art could change her life. That is until it goes missing and is replaced by a fake. To Lucie’s horror she is blamed and suspended until further notice. The dark secret from her past seems to be haunting her, but it’s not her wrong doing, it was her fathers.

With her future looking bleak, Lucie’s Mum persuades her to take a two month post she sees advertised in the local paper to evaluate the contents of Bluebell Castle.

The story follows Lucie’s two month stay at Bluebell Castle.

Spring Skies Over Bluebell Castle is the first in the Bluebell Castle series. It’s full of romance and mystery in equal doses. I loved the historical element to the story, there are some real characters within the pages that really brought the story to life. The connection with King Arthur and The Knights Of The Round Table was a clever twist and made the story feel although very modern, historical at the same time.

A 5* review from me, my kindle is now patiently awaiting Sunshine Over Bluebell Castle!

Purchase Links

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All About Sarah

Sarah Bennett has been reading for as long as she can remember. Raised in a family of bookworms, her love affair with books of all genres has culminated in the ultimate Happy Ever After – getting to write her own stories to share with others.

Born and raised in a military family, she is happily married to her own Officer (who is sometimes even A Gentleman). Home is wherever he lays his hat, and life has taught them both that the best family is the one you create from friends as well as relatives.

When not reading or writing, Sarah is a devotee of afternoon naps and sailing the high seas, but only on vessels large enough to accommodate a casino and a choice of restaurants.

Sarah is the author of the Butterfly Cove, Lavender Bay and the forthcoming Bluebell Castle trilogies, published by HQ Digital UK.

Where To Find Sarah

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Chickens Eat Pasta ~ Escape To Umbria by Clare Pedrick #BlogTour #Review

Synopsis

Not just another romance, but a story of escapism, coincidences, friendship, luck and most of all… love.

Chickens Eat Pasta is the tale of how a young Englishwoman starts a new life after watching a video showing a chicken eating spaghetti in a mediaeval hill village in central Italy.

“Here I was, 26 years old, alone and numb with boredom at the prospect of a future which until recently had seemed to be just what I wanted.”

Unlike some recent bestsellers, this is not simply an account of a foreigner’s move to Italy, but a love story written from the unusual perspective of both within and outside of the story. As events unfold, the strong storyline carries with it a rich portrayal of Italian life from the inside, with a supporting cast of memorable characters. Along the way, the book explores and captures the warmth and colour of Italy, as well as some of the cultural differences – between England and Italy, but also between regional Italian lifestyles and behaviour. It is a story with a happy ending. The author and her husband are still married, with three children, who love the old house on the hill (now much restored) almost as much as she does.

Chickens Eat Pasta is Clare’s autobiography, and ultimately a love story – with the house itself and with the man that Clare met there and went on to marry. If you yearn for a happy ending, you won’t be disappointed. It’s a story that proves anything is possible if you only try.

My Review

I’d like to thank Rachel’s Random Resources and Clare Pedrick for inviting me on to this gorgeous blog tour.

Chickens Eat Pasta is an idyllic read, it’s an autobiographical story but I must admit I had to check a couple of times as it’s written in such a way that it feels like fiction. I really enjoyed this style of writing, sometimes I find autobiographies to be rather stilted and hard reading, this was the opposite.

Clare, against her families approval embarks on an Italian adventure, she buys a completely derelict property that needs a total renovation. Chickens Eat Pasta follows her journey.

My Grandad is Italian and I spent many a summer in Italy. Clare has captured the Italian way of life so well. The laid back manner, the way Italians welcome everyone into their inner circle and the total beauty of Italy. Clare’s journey via train to Italy brought back so many memories for me, we had many a train journey surrounded by Italian families with food a plenty.

There are lots of engaging people that become firm friends along the way, the love story that unfolds is gorgeous and knowing they have built a rich life together is a perfect ending.

Chickens Eat Pasta is a Story of chasing your dreams, friendship and love!

Purchase Links

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Amazon UK Audiobook

Amazon US Audiobook

All About Clare

Clare Pedrick is a British journalist who studied Italian at Cambridge University before becoming a reporter. She went on to work as the Rome correspondent for the Washington Post and as European Editor of an international features agency. She still lives in Italy with her husband, whom she met in the village where she bought her house.

Where To Find Clare

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Blog

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Nobody’s Wife by Laura Pearson #Review #BlogTour #AgoraBooks

Synopsis

Emily and Josephine have always shared everything. They’re sisters, flatmates, and best friends. It’s the two of them against the world.

When Emily has the perfect wedding, and Josephine finds the perfect man, they know things will change forever. But nothing can prepare them for what, or who, one of them is willing to give up for love.

Four people. Three couples. Two sisters. One unforgivable betrayal.

From the best-selling author of Missing Piecescomes a heart-wrenching story about family, loyalty, and obsession that will have you racing to the finish.

My Review

I’d like to thank Agora Books and Laura Pearson for inviting me to take part in this wonderful blog tour.

Nobody’s Wife is a beautifully and intricately woven story. It depicts the tremors that an affair can cause.

Sisters Emily and Josephine are more like best friends than sisters, since their Mum emigrated to Australia it’s been just the two of them.

Two became three when Emily started seeing Michael and he eventually moved in with them. Then Josephine met Jack and Emily married Michael, the dynamics of the group slowly changed, with drastic consequences.

The story is written from all four characters point of view, I really enjoyed this as it meant you could feel everyone’s differing emotions. My heart ached for each one of them, in their own way they were all hurting.

On a deep level Nobody’s Wife lays bare how love is sometimes giving someone the power to destroy you.

I loved Laura’s first novel, her style of writing is truly beautiful, Nobody’s Wife is just as captivating.

This is a book that stayed with me long after I’d read the final chapter.

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All About Laura

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Laura Pearson has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Chichester. She lives in Leicestershire with her husband and their two children. Her first novel, Missing Pieces, was published in 2018. Her second novel, Nobody’s Wife, is available now.

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