Judge Walden – Call The Next Case by Peter Murphy #BlogTourReview

I’ve got to say I was incredibly excited to read this book as my work background was that of Legal Secretary and I spent the whole of my twenties surrounded by lawyers, barristers and Court papers!

About the book

The irrepressible Resident Judge (RJ) of Bermondsey Crown Court is back with a new selection of cases. As ever, there is little rest for the RJ as he does his best to deal with the churchgoing carer who steals from the old lady under her care, the cleaverwielding chefs wth different ideas about how to make a Caesar salad, the man with a penchant for ‘marrying’ multiple women and the astrological guru accused of fraud. Not to mention the shock-horror when colleagues get into trouble: Judge Hubert Drake for writing an angry letter to the press, and Judge Marjorie Jenkins for storing suspected pornography on her judicial computer. Oh, and the ongoing wars against the Grey Smoothies, who try to frustrate Charlie at every turn with their bureaucracy and their endless quest for value for money for the taxpayer.

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My thoughts 

I haven’t (Yet!) read any of the other books in this series but I already know I will.

The writing is so warm and very witty. I just loved it.  It is also a hugely entertaining book and I laughed out loud so many times whilst reading.  This is a book packed full of humour and insight.

My only complaint is that I wish the book had been longer. Just a little!

I guess that’s a compliment!

If I were in the habit of giving out ratings – just to make things clear I never do – this would be a ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐from me.

Thanks so much to Anne Cater and No Exit Press for my copy of this book in return for an honest review.

I thoroughly enjoyed every one of the five cases!

You’ll find this book available to purchase right here.

The Gingerbread Houses by Benedict J Jones #Review

About the book

A dark secret lies at the heart of the British government; a secret so appalling that they will kill to protect it.

Charlie Bars is back in London and has taken on a missing persons case. Easy money – or so he thinks. The man he is looking for is inextricably linked to the evil perpetrated in the Gingerbread Houses and as Charlie’s search progresses, he finds himself drawn into the seedy underbelly of the capital; a world of abuse, exploitation and deviancy that threatens to destroy his soul.

Others are looking for the missing man too and hunter soon becomes hunted as Charlie finds himself the target of an insane torturer haunted by the ghosts of his military past.

As he descends into the darkest depths of human depravity, Charlie desperately tries to stay out of prison, on the right side of his morality and, most importantly, alive as he seeks to uncover the buried secrets of the Gingerbread Houses.

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My thoughts

I’ve never read anything by this author before, so when I was asked by Crime Wave Press if I’d like a copy of The Gingerbread Houses I jumped at the chance.

The Gingerbread Houses is part of the Charlie Bars series and to say it left me wanting more would be a complete understatement.  It did not disappoint.

It has plenty of action, suspense and adventure.  A gritty, atmospheric London jumps off the pages with each description of the city.

The subject matter is not for the faint of heart and neither is the level of violence throughout.  Good versus evil is an age-old conflict in the history of the world and that is no different for our protagonist.

It’s quite a compelling read and even though I had allowed myself a two week period to read and review, I had finished it in under two days.

I would definitely recommend you get to know Charlie Bars.

Thank you to Crime Wave Press for my copy of this book, which I received with no pressure to review.

Mummy Needs A Break by Susan Edmunds #BlogTourExtract

I’m delighted to be able to share an extract from Mummy Needs A Break with you today – the first day of the blog tour!

About the book

A hilarious story of the ups and downs of unexpected single motherhood, the perfect laugh-out-loud romance for fans of Why Mummy Drinks, The Unmumsy Mum and The Not So Perfect Mum.

With a devilish toddler and baby number two on the way, Rachel’s big dream is to one day go to the toilet on her own.  So, she’s surprised to discover that her husband has found the time to have an exciting affair while she’s been bringing up their family.

Suddenly, Rachel is left wrangling with a child who will only eat crackers and a 35-week bump.  She knows even Mumsnet isn’t going to solve this.

What Rachel needs is a handsome, good-with-children, single man.  But she can barely leave the house without a stain on her top and child on her hip.  How on earth can she claim her life back, let alone think about dating?

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Extract

It was a particularly muggy spring evening when my usually uneventful, comfortably boringly suburban life fell apart. I was eight months pregnant, sweaty, grumpy and was working late. Again.

‘So, tell me a bit about what’s happened.’ I had tucked my phone into the crook of my neck, a pen making an indent in my middle finger as I scribbled on my notepad. Somewhere beyond the door to my makeshift home office in our spare bedroom, I could hear my two-and-a-half-year-old son,
Thomas, pushing a toy truck or car repeatedly into the freshly painted wall of the kitchen.

At least, I hoped it was a car. The way our day was going, it might have been his father’s head.
The woman at the other end of the phone coughed. Could she hear me tapping my pen on my notebook? I eyed the clock: 6.30. My workday was meant to finish at 5 p.m., but the emails from my editor had become increasingly frantic.

If we didn’t want yet another front-page story about the unseasonable weather, I needed to get a quote from this woman about her burgled-for-the-fourth-time-in-a-month clothes store.

Thanks so much to Avon Books for including me in this blog tour and also for giving me such a fab extract to share with you guys!

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That Long Lost Summer by Minna Howard #BlogTourExtract

 

About The Book

A gorgeous and bittersweet romance set in the South of France, about an old passion rekindled and the choice between family loyalty and a great love.

Flora and Hugo are devoted to their children, but when their girls leave home for university, their lives seem empty. Hugo is cold and distant, leaving Flora unsure what their future holds. When they are invited to a friend’s villa in the South of France, Flora hopes the summer sun and gorgeous setting may bring them closer together. In a crumbling, picturesque villa in the luscious French countryside, they are introduced to Susie, Matt and their friends. Flora is surprised to meet Xavier, her old flame, who she fell in love with one long lost summer when she was eighteen. They parted suddenly all those years ago, leaving Flora wondering, what if…

Handsome, passionate, sensitive, Xavier is so different from her reliable, predictable Hugo. Both Flora and Xavier have moved on with their lives, but is there something that still lingers between them? Or will Flora’s devotion to her children, and her loyalty to Hugo, show her where her true heart lies…

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Today, I’m bringing you an extract from That Long Lost Summer and I think you’re going to really enjoy it.

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Flora was engulfed by memories as she stood there with Hugo in the garden of the Villa Emeraude, surrounded by Susie and Matt’s friends.

Xavier said, ‘After all this time. I often wondered if we’d meet again.’ He moved closer to her, his voice soft in her ear. She glanced round the group. Everyone else was talking to each other, or helping carry out the supper from the kitchen. Hugo was still deep in conversation with Ben.

Those dark eyes of his searched her face and she felt herself drawn to him just as she had all those years ago. This was madness. She took a step back from him.

So…’ He turned and looked round the gathering. The dusk was drawing in and lights were beginning to come on. His gaze came to rest on Hugo. ‘That must be your husband, lover, whatever.’ There was mischief in his face and she remembered how he would tease her.

‘Yes, my husband, Hugo, you must meet him. And you, have you someone here?’ She glanced around the group in the garden.

‘No, I am divorced, I’m here alone.’ Again his eyes, those warm and tender eyes lingered on her face and desire flooded through her. She turned away; he must not guess how empty her marriage had become.

Susie was walking towards them, smiling. ‘Come and have supper. It’s so good to see you both. Longing to catch up.’ She put an arm round Flora’s shoulders, hugging her, before turning to Xavier. ‘We used to live in the next street in London, our children – well, their children and Alegria, my niece – briefly went to school together when they were little, and then three years ago, as you know, we moved to Cambridge and somehow we haven’t managed to meet up for more than an instant until now – though we do phone and gossip occasionally.’

‘That’s great,’ Xavier said and Flora waited for him to say that they, too, had once known each other, but he did not and then they were swept up with the others, all sitting round a table groaning with delicious food and drink and she and Xavier were not alone again that evening.

Sylvia slipped away to check on the kittens and announced that there were four, ‘one tabby like her and the others black,’ she said. ‘I’ll put a note up in the village in case she has an owner looking for her.’

Flora was relieved to get to bed. As the evening progressed, night creeping over the garden now dotted with gold orbs from the garden lights, she felt herself wilting.

‘Good to be in bed,’ she said to Hugo, who was carefully hanging up his trousers, ‘and a lovely squashy mattress and linen sheets, no doubt left over from Matt’s grandmother’s day. Such luxury.’

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Minna has had an exciting career in fashion journalism and now writes full time, whilst enjoying time with her grandsons and working as an occasional film and TV extra.  She lives in London.

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The Single Mums Move On by Janet Hoggarth #BlogTourReview

Can neighbours become more than good friends…

After her fiancé left her, Ali and her daughter Grace enjoyed living in what became known as ‘the Single Mums’ Mansion’. However, with her best friends Amanda and Jacqui moving on, it’s time for Ali and Grace to make their own way. Thankfully, a chance conversation leads to them moving into the infamous South London gated community known only as The Mews.

In The Mews everyone lives in each other’s pockets and curtain twitching is an Olympic sport. The neighbours are an eclectic bunch – from Nick the alleged spy, Carl the gorgeous but clearly troubled Idris Elba lookalike, to Debbie who is about to face the hardest fight of her life, and TV agent Samantha who is not as in control as she likes to pretend.

Each day brings another drama, but along with the tears, real friendships grow. And her neighbours’ problems might unlock the key to something Ali has yearned for all along…

Will these single mums be able to move on from life in the mansion?

Based on a true story – you’ll never be able to look at your neighbours quite the same way again … 

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The Single Mums Move On is a sequel to The Single Mums’ Mansion and is a book full of engaging characters and an effortless, engaging storyline.  If you can read The Single Mums’ Mansion first you totally should but this book reads perfectly as a standalone also.

The characters are so well described throughout the book that I started to recognise one or two personalities from my own life – past and present.  I think that will be a common thing from readers and, for me, it just added to the reading experience and made the laughs even better and the romance even sweeter.

If you manage to get a quiet afternoon to yourself this summer by the pool, or out in the back garden in the sun, this book will make a perfect companion.  It’s not too taxing and there are lots of laughs, love and even some secrets!

About the author 

Janet Hoggarth has worked on a chicken farm, as a bookseller, children’s book editor and DJ with her best friend (under the name of Whitney and Britney). She has published several children’s books, the most recent ones written under the pseudonym of Jess Bright. Her first adult novel The Single Mums’ Mansion, a huge bestseller, was based on her experiences of living communally as a single parent.

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Thanks Aria Fiction for having me along for the ride on this blog tour.  I loved the book and highly recommend it!

I received a copy of this book in return for an honest review.

 

 

 

Snow Angels by Nadine Dorries #CoverReveal

I’ve got an exciting Cover Reveal for you today!

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About the book

Spend Christmas with the nurses of St Angelus Hospital.

Christmas is coming, but will the doctors and nurses of St Angelus get a chance to enjoy it?

Sister Emily Haycock and husband Dessie are anxiously counting the days until the signing of final adoption papers for their precious baby Louis. But someone has got it in for them and Emily is about to get caught out in a dangerous lie.

Victoria Baker is now Mrs Davenport and heavily pregnant. But as the snow begins to fall, has she made a big mistake about her dates and put the life of her unborn baby at risk?

And who is the figure obsessively watching St Angelus from the shadows? Or the mystery woman who turns up one dark, windy evening, begging for a room at Malcolm Coffey’s ‘Seaman’s Stop’ bed and breakfast?

In Snow Angels only one thing is certain. Christmas will be anything but peaceful.

About the author

Nadine Dorries is the author of three bestselling novels about St Angelus Hospital and of The Four Streets trilogy, now available in one volume. She grew up in Liverpool and trained as a nurse in the 1970s. She has been MP for Mid-Bedfordshire since 2005.

Thanks to Head of Zeus for the opportunity to take part in this Cover Reveal.

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The Girl I Used To Know by Faith Hogan #BlogTourReview

Welcome to my day on the Blog Tour for The Girl I Used To Know by Faith Hogan.  I’ve been bursting to talk about this one since I first started reading it.

About the book 

Amanda King and Tess Cuffe are strangers who share the same Georgian house, but their lives couldn’t be more different.  Amanda seems to have it all, absolute perfection.

She projects all the accoutrements of a lady who lunches.  Sadly, the reality is a soulless home, an unfaithful husband and a very lonely heart.

By comparison, in the basement flat, unwanted tenant Tess has spent a lifetime hiding and shutting her heart to love.

It takes a bossy doctor, a handsome gardener, a pushy teenager and an abandoned cat to show these two women that sometimes letting go is the first step to moving forward and new friendships can come from the most unlikely situations.

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The Girl I Used To Know is about two women, Amanda and Tess, both of whom are lost and in need of finding themselves, albeit for different reasons.  I think that is a theme that is very relatable for a lot of people.

The writing in The Girl I Used To Know is effortless and flows so well, making for a very easy read.  Faith Hogan writes with such emotion and her character descriptions allow the reader to get to know Amanda and Tess very quickly.  I have a soft spot for books with strong female characters and Faith Hogan hasn’t disappointed.

The Girl I Used To Know is written from the point of view of both Amanda and Tess and we come to see that their lives really aren’t all that dissimilar.  Friendship comes from the most unlikely of places sometimes.

This is a heart-warming, poignant and engaging story that moves seamlessly between past and present.

About the author 

Faith lives in the west of Ireland with her husband, four children and two very fussy cats.  She has an Honours Degree in English Literature and Psychology, has worked as a fashion model and in the intellectual disability and mental health sector.

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Thank you so much to Aria Fiction for giving me the opportunity to read and review this book as part of the blog tour.

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Dare to Love a Duke by Eva Leigh #BlogTourExtract

Welcome to my first official Mills & Boon review as an Insider.  To say I’m thrilled is an understatement.

I opted to bring you an extract as part of this Blog Tour as I wasn’t sure I’d get the full book read in time to give an honest review.  I don’t know what I was thinking because I read this in a matter of 24 hours (possibly less!).

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Have a read of the extract below …

 

Chapter 1
London, England
1816

A droplet of sweat rolled between the shoulder blades of Thomas Edward O’Connell Cúchulain Powell, Earl of Langdon, as he steadied the cocked duelling pistol and took aim. He looked down the weapon’s barrel, his concentration fixed on his target twenty paces away. His exhalation misted in the chill midnight air as he fought for calm.

He inhaled, held his breath, then pulled the trigger.

There was a flash and a cloud of smoke as the weapon’s concussion split the night’s stillness.

Twenty paces away, glass shattered.

The hushed crowd burst into applause and cheers of “Bravo!” as Tom lowered the pistol and grinned. He kept his footing as people swarmed around him, offering their congratulations and hearty thumps on the back. Numerous women, scented heavily with perfume, kissed his cheeks—so many that he imagined it looked as though he wore rouge.

“The hero of Regent’s Park,” George Mowbray declared.

“Not to Culver, I’m afraid.”

Tom looked over at his opponent, Lord Culver, who sulked as he handed his dueling pistol to a footman. Culver had missed when taking aim at the bottle of claret. Perhaps if Tom had been more virtuous, he would have deliberately missed so that there was no winner and no loser. Though Tom was an earl and the heir to the Duke of Northfield, no one would ever call him virtuous.

“Ah, shag him,” Mowbray said magnanimously.

“I’ll leave that to the professionals.”

Tom smiled ruefully as Culver’s hired companion for the evening attempted to soothe her client. When Culver shoved her away and she stumbled, Tom immediately strode through the crowd and jammed his fist into his opponent’s sternum.

“You may have lost, but you’re still a gentleman,” Tom said in a low, warning voice. Gently, he took the woman’s arm to make sure she kept her footing.

“Apologize to the lady.”

“She’s just a whore, Langdon,” Culver said.

“Apologize.” Tom’s jaw firmed as he held up the pistol. “Or else the next time I fire this, it will be at your worthless heart.”

Culver scowled, but said in a grudging voice, “I’m sorry.” Under his breath, he muttered, “You Irish son of a bitch.”

Tom narrowed his eyes. “Repeat that.”

“I . . .” Culver gulped. “It was a jest.”

“A poor one.” Since the age of twelve, when he’d been brought from his mother’s Irish home to be educated in his father’s country of England, Tom had heard some variation of Culver’s insult. Why anyone thought Tom ought to be embarrassed about his Irish blood, he’d no idea. But he wouldn’t tolerate slurs.

“Must I ask for another apology?”

“My sincere contrition,” Culver said. After casting Tom a wary glance, he hurried toward his waiting carriage.

“Hope I didn’t cost you your night’s earnings,” Tom said to the woman.

“Ah, no.” She gave him a dry smile as she eyed the throngs of young, wealthy bucks passing bottles back and forth as they caroused. “There’s plenty of pickings in this crowd.” She glanced at him and her smile turned more genuine. “Happens that I’m free right now, my lord. If you’re interested.”

“Perhaps another evening.” He wasn’t ready for bed yet.

One of the rakes came forward with a substantial bundle of cash and jammed it into Tom’s hand. “Your winnings, Langdon.”

No sooner than the cash was in his hand than Tom turned and handed it to the woman.

“For putting up with Culver.”

“I couldn’t, my lord,” she said as she tucked the money into her bodice. She gave him a wink. “ ’Night, love.” She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, then strode off into the darkness.

“That was near seventy pounds, Langdon,” Mowbray said in shock.

“She’ll have better use of it than me.”

There was no shortage of funds in Tom’s coffers, between income from his earldom as well as his generous allowance provided by his father, the duke. Other lordlings and bucks swam in seas of debt, hounded constantly by tailors, club proprietors, and wineshop owners. Tom made certain to pay everyone on time, for no other reason than the fact that he could.

“I’d do it again for free if it meant humiliating Culver. Bloke’s had it coming since he refused to cover his mistress’s bills.”

“You’re a daft bastard,” Mowbray said with a shake of his head.

“I’d agree,” Tom said affably, “except everyone knows about my parents’ celebrated fidelity. Bastard in deed but not blood.”

Someone handed him a bottle of whiskey and he took a drink before passing the spirits along to a trio of bucks who looked in dire need of refreshment.

“Good Christ, here you are!”

The throng opened up just enough to allow Christopher Ellingsworth to emerge, looking slightly bedraggled despite his military bearing. Since returning home from the War a year ago, Ellingsworth had re-newed the friendship he and Tom had begun at Oxford, and from that point forward they had been nigh inseparable, with the exception of tonight.

“Missed the excitement.” Tom handed his pistol to the footman, who returned it to its polished mahogany case.

“Not for want of trying,” his friend said. “I’ve been to the opera, two gaming hells, and a phaeton race. Everywhere I went, I’d just missed you by ten minutes.” He shook his head but his eyes gleamed with reluctant admiration. “Good thing we’re not competing for the title of Most Scapegrace Gentleman in London, or else you’d best me.”

“That trophy isn’t much sought after, anyway. Why such urgency to find me?” Tom lifted an eyebrow.

“My father’s not looking for me, I hope.”

The duke periodically got it into his head that Tom would somehow reform and conduct himself with the dignity and sobriety of a ducal heir with a family history of deeply traditional beliefs, but that was precisely why Tom spent his days asleep and his nights in endless rounds of revelry. One day, hopefully in the far distant future, Tom would inherit the title, and with it, the morass of responsibilities and duties that came with being one of the most powerful men in England—and a voting record dedicated to preserving the ancient systems of power.

Life as Tom knew it would end. He’d say goodbye to nights entertaining opera dancers, midnight swims in the Serpentine, and behaving like the kingdom’s veriest rogue, with his equally dissolute companions keeping him company.

As a marquess’s third son who had recently sold his commission, Ellingsworth had considerably less money but shared Tom’s appetite for running riot. There wasn’t one corner of the city they hadn’t explored in search of amusement and pleasure.

Ellingsworth hooked an arm around Tom’s neck and led him several paces away from the celebrants.

In a low voice, he said, “I’ve heard about something that I knew would interest you. A place in Bloomsbury called the Orchid Club.”

Tom groaned. “I’ve grown weary of clubs. Same games of chance, same people, same wine, same everything.”

His friend’s grin flashed. “This club is different.  For one, it opens its doors only once a week and it just so happens to be open tonight.”

That wasn’t enough to snare Tom’s interest. Many clubs did what they could to cultivate an air of mystery in order to ensure steady business from those eager to discover its secrets.

“What else makes it so special? Is it a brothel?”

“It is most decisively not a brothel. You’ll need this, however.” Ellingsworth unhooked his arm from around Tom’s neck. He reached into his coat before producing something, then slipped the item into Tom’s hand.

Tom held up the object so he could study it better. It was a half mask made of midnight blue satin.

“What the devil . . . ?”

Ellingsworth chuckled. “You’re intrigued.”

“You’ve gotten my attention.”

Tom had torn all over London tonight, but still edginess and restlessness pulsed just beneath his skin. He needed diversion. Surely there had to be something in the city he hadn’t already done.

“Excellent.” Ellingsworth clapped his hands together. “I left my horse with the boy watching yours.”

He headed toward where the animals waited, and Tom quickly followed.

“Won’t you tell me more about this mysterious Orchid Club?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t dream of ruining the surprise.”

They reached the horses and after tossing coins to the lad holding the reins, Tom and Ellingsworth swung up into the saddles.

“Not even a hint?” Tom pressed.

In response, Ellingsworth put a finger to his smirking mouth, then wheeled his horse around.

Together, he and Tom rode off into the night.

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Intrigued yet?  You should be ….

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Silent Night (Detective Iris Locke 1) by Geraldine Hogan

A baby is snatched from her pram in the garden. She’s never found. Thirty years later her sister, now a mother herself, is brutally killed.

When Anna Crowe is killed in her sleep alongside her children, the quiet local community of Corbally is shocked. It’s also a chilling reminder of when her sister, Janey, disappeared as a baby, twenty nine years ago, never to be seen again.

Detective Iris Locke is assigned to the case and, after a year undercover which ended in failure when her cover got blown, she’s desperate to make her mark – and to live up to the reputation of her ex-cop father, the former head of the Limerick Murder Squad.

Jack Locke ran the investigation into the disappearance of baby Janey. But by reopening the old case, Iris is also reopening old wounds for the team. Can she untangle the dark secrets that lead to one sister vanishing and the other’s death – even if it means digging into the past of someone very close to her?

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I love this kind of book but I usually find myself discovering a series 2 or 3 books in, so I’m thrilled to have met Iris Locke at the very start of her journey.

The fact that this book is set in Ireland is a real bonus, for me. I’ve read so many police mysteries and thrillers recently that have been set in Manchester or London but Silent Night has a nice air of familiarity about it by being set in Ireland.

There is no let-up in the fast pace of this book and it is a proper page-turner in the truest sense. This case is about to change the life of Iris Locke and those around her in a forever kind of way and we, the readers, get swept up in it all.  As we say in Ireland, I didn’t “cop on” until things had already happened and I didn’t see any twists or turns coming until I as already in the depths of it and I really love when that happens.  It keeps me engaged.

Silent Night gets two thumbs up from me!

Thanks so much to Netgalley and Bookouture for the uncorrected ARC in return for an honest review.  I’m so happy I got to read it before it hits the shelves on the 23rd of August.

One Christmas Star by Mandy Baggot #CoverReveal

I’m so thrilled and excited to be part of this cover reveal for One Christmas Star.  I have no doubt you’ll be just as excited as I am about this book!

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About the book

Emily Parker is set to have the worst Christmas ever!

Her flatmate’s moved out, she’s closed her heart to love and she’s been put in charge of the school original Christmas show – with zero musical ability.

Disgraced superstar, Ray Stone is in desperate need of a quick PR turnaround. Waking up from a drunken stupor to a class of ten-year-olds snapping pics and Emily looking at him was not what he had in mind.

Ray needs Emily’s help to delete the photos, and she needs his with the show. As they learn to work together they may just open their hearts to more than a second chance…

About the author

Mandy Baggot is an international bestselling and award-winning romance writer. The winner of the Innovation in Romantic Fiction award at the UK’s Festival of Romance, her romantic comedy novel, One Wish in Manhattan, was also shortlisted for the Romantic Novelists’ Association Romantic Comedy Novel of the Year award in 2016. Mandy’s books have so far been translated into German, Italian, Czech and Hungarian. Mandy loves the Greek island of Corfu, white wine, country music and handbags. Also a singer, she has taken part in ITV1’s Who Dares Sings and The X-Factor. Mandy is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and the Society of Authors and lives near Salisbury, Wiltshire, UK with her husband and two daughters.

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