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.


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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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!).


Have a read of the extract below …


Chapter 1
London, England

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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Thanks so much Mills & Boon for my copy of this book and for the chance to take part in the blog tour.  

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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?


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!


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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About That Night by Elaine Bedell #BlogTourReview

Sometimes it only takes one night to change everything … 

Elizabeth Place might have been jilted on her wedding day one year ago, but at least she’s still got her brilliant job producing one of the biggest shows on TV!

But when larger-than-life TV host, Ricky Clough, dies live on air, her life is sent spinning out of control.  And with foul play suspected, the spotlight is turned firmly on his colleagues – especially Hutch, the man desperate for Ricky’s job and whom Elizabeth is secretly dating.

As her world comes crashing down around her, Elizabeth realises that perhaps the only person she can really trust, is herself … 


Firstly, let me just mention the cover – I love it.  There is no way I’d be able to walk past it in a shop without picking it up for a look.

About That Night is really well written and it’s quite hard to believe it’s a debut from the author.  It is utter brilliance.

The book itself only arrived on Wednesday so I didn’t have a huge amount of time to read it and lucky for me, it grabbed from the very beginning.  Let’s just say, it was a late night – but not through necessity.  I just couldn’t put it down.

As mentioned above in the blurb, Elizabeth’s colleague dies live on air and that, dear readers, is only the start of the drama.  It would seem that TV is only glamorous when you’re the one watching it!

I absolutely adored this book and I think the author’s experience working behind-the-scenes in TV really shows and adds so much to the story.  I truly cannot wait to see what Elaine Bedell brings to us next.

About the author

Elaine Bedell has been Controller of Entertainment at the BBC and Director of Entertainment & Comedy at ITV, commissioning and producing some of the UK’s most popular entertainment shows, including X Factor, Strictly Come Dancing, Take Me Out, Britain’s Got Talent, The One Show, Top Gear and Saturday Night Takeaway.  Before that, she was a Radio and TV Producer and won a BAFTA and a British Comedy Award.  She lives in Hackney and is married with two children.

She is currently Chief Executive of the Southbank Centre and the first female CEO in its 66-year history.  About That Night is her first novel.



Thank you so much to HQ Stories for my copy of this book in return for an honest review.  

I really can’t wait to hear what everyone thinks of About That Night.

The Wallflower Wager by Tessa Dare

I’ve said it before and here I am saying it again – I have no idea why I haven’t read these books before! Consider me a convert…

They call him the Duke of Ruin.
To an undaunted wallflower, he’s just the beast next door.

Wealthy and ruthless, Gabriel Duke clawed his way from the lowliest slums to the pinnacle of high society—and now he wants to get even.

Loyal and passionate, Lady Penelope Campion never met a lost or wounded creature she wouldn’t take into her home and her heart.

When her imposing—and attractive—new neighbour demands she clear out the rescued animals, Penny sets him a challenge. She will part with her precious charges, if he can find them loving homes.

Rising to the challenge, Gabriel, who wouldn’t know a loving home from a workhouse, is bewitched by the shyly pretty spinster who defies his every attempt to resist. But now she’s set her heart and mind on saving him.

Not if he ruins her first.


The main characters, Gabriel and Lady Penelope, are to die for – I loved their first meeting so much. It was funny yet cute and sexy all at the same time.

Their story is beautiful and requires a lot of discretion to make it work. She works on fixing him and he champions her wholeheartedly. How could they not fall in love with that being the case?

Thanks so much Netgalley and Mills & Boon UK for the advance copy of this book in return for an honest review.

You can get your hands on this book when it’s published on August 13, 2019.

How To Make Time for Me by Fiona Perrin #BlogTourExtract

Hello!  I don’t do extracts very often but I wanted you to get a real feel for this one.  I really think you’re going to love it.

About the book 

No-one said being a single mum would be easy…

Everyone knows that being a single mother means having no time to yourself. But for Callie Brown, its more exhausting than most. She’s juggling the needs of three teenage children, two live-in parents, a raffish ex-husband, and a dog who never stops eating.

The last thing Callie needs is anything more on her plate. So when she bumps (quite literally) into a handsome, age-appropriate cyclist, she’s quick to dismiss him from her life. After all, if she doesn’t have time to brush her hair in the morning, she certainly doesn’t have time to fall in love.

Funny, heart-warming and oh-so-true, this is a novel about motherhood, families, and life after divorce, perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella and Allison Pearson.


I think I passed out again. When I opened my eyes, the cyclist was crouched down beside me. He was about my age, blondish hair poking from his helmet, from what I could see through my blur.
‘Curry,’ I said. ‘Lemongrass.’
‘Oh, hurrah, you’ve opened your eyes,’ he said. Relief lit up his face – it was a pleasant face, from where I was lying on the tarmac: blue eyes, skin pink from the exertion of cycling, even if he did seem a bit older than your usual food-delivery rider. Behind him was a giant billboard that greeted people coming out of the station: ‘Welcome to Seymour Hill’, the name of our market town thirty miles north of London. In front of that was a small circle of people peering down at me; someone was saying an ambulance was on its way.
‘Yes, I was delivering it to some people on…’ He looked around and I could see cartons of green food along with my pasta and, in my peripheral vision, a smashed bottle of carbonara sauce. ‘Seriously, I’m so sorry, but we’re going to get you help now. It’s all my fault, I just didn’t see you.’ His eyes were still desperate, a couple of feet from my face.
Ha, ha, I’m the Invisible Woman. This made me laugh again – a mad sort of cackle that didn’t sound as if it was coming from me at all. You’ve had a bang on the head. You’re deranged.
The cyclist shook his head and smiled back uncertainly. ‘I’m so glad you’re OK. Are you, do you think? I can’t move you until I know nothing’s broken.’ His voice was low and the sort that people described as English, when they meant no discernible regional accent.
I couldn’t feel any searing pain from my body and there was no tunnel full of angels waiting to greet me, even if I had turned into a nutty old fruit loop. ‘I think I’m fine,’ I managed, but everything was a bit dreamy, as if it were happening to someone else. ‘What about the people waiting for their curry?’
He laughed and put his black-gloved hand on my shoulder. ‘The ambulance is on its way,’ he said. ‘Do you want to sit up?’
‘Poor love, are you OK?’ A woman with a large Russian-style fake fur hat on crouched down beside him.
‘He just didn’t see me,’ I told her, and she looked at me quizzically. ‘He just didn’t see me. I’m the Invisible Woman.’ For some reason, I thought I was hilarious and was laughing again.
‘I came round the corner but I didn’t see anyone on the crossing…’ the cyclist started.
I was wearing a coat with a large deep pink band at the bottom of its flared black skirt. I have a full head of brown hair. I’m no short-arse either at 5’6”. And while I’m not overweight, I’m no stick insect. That was what I was thinking rationally.
Unfortunately, it’s not what I was saying.
As they helped me sit up on the cold floor, I could hear myself repeating over and over again: ‘the Invisible Woman, the Invisible Woman’ and I was laughing like a drain.
Then there was the pah-pah of an ambulance arriving.

About the author 

Fiona Perrin was a journalist and copywriter before building a career as a sales and marketing director in industry. Having always written, she completed the Curtis Brown Creative Writing course before writing The Story After Us. Fiona grew up in Cornwall, hung out for a long time in London and then Hertfordshire, and now writes as often as possible from her study overlooking the sea at the end of The Lizard peninsula.

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Thanks so very much to Aria Fiction for the invitation to join this blog tour! I absolutely loved this book.

Razia by Abda Khan #BlogTour

A fast-paced thriller that exposes the truth behind Britain’s darkest secret.

About the book

Farah is a young lawyer living and working in London. She’s just ended a long relationship, and her parents are looking for a husband – whether Farah wants one or not. So far, so normal. But at a work dinner, hosted by a dangerously powerful man, she comes across a young woman called Razia, who Farah soon realises is being kept as a domestic slave.

We follow Farah’s daring investigations from the law courts of London to the brick kilns of Lahore, as she begins to uncover the traps that keep generation after generation enslaved. Everywhere she turns there is deep-rooted oppression and corruption, and when the authorities finally intervene, their actions have dire consequences.

Farah teams up with a human rights lawyer, Ali, and the two become close… but can she trust him; can they help Razia and others like her; and will they ever discover the explosive secret behind these tragic events?


In Razia, Abda Khan brings us a fast-paced and multi-layered thriller, which exposes the truths behind some very, very dark secrets.

The author is a lawyer and campaigner who works with victims of domestic violence and she has written Razia with a voice of knowledge, which added to the reading experience for me.

There are themes of pain, romance, fear, humiliation and vengeance running through the entire book. It is non-stop and I really didn’t want to put it down.

The story seems well-researched and it is very believable and real. It combines years of research with the pace and intrigue of a character-driven thriller. It really wrenches on the heart and highlights the issues and intricacies of domestic slavery. The Home Office estimates that there are currently around 13,000 slaves in the UK, though other sources suggest this is a gross underestimate and, after reading Razia, I’d feel that those other sources are probably correct in their thinking, which is devastating.

This novel is published to coincide with World Day against Trafficking in Persons on 30 July and I really, really hope it is read far and wide and receives the attention it deserves.

Thank you Anne Cater for my copy of the this book in return for an honest review.

About the author

Abda Khan is a lawyer and campaigner who works with victims of domestic violence, and was Highly Commended in the 2017 NatWest Asian Women of Achievement Awards in the Arts and Culture category.

She was born in Bradford in 1969 to Pakistani immigrant parents, and she now lives and works in the West Midlands. Her first novel, Stained, was published in 2016, and described by Booklist as ‘a contemporary Tess of the d’Urbervilles’.

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Truth or Die by Kat Diamond #BlogTour

Let the games begin…

When Professor Hugh Norris is found brutally murdered at Exeter university, DS Imogen Grey and DS Adrian Miles turn to the students for answers. Who would target a seemingly innocent man – and why? Someone knows more than they’re letting on – and they’re playing a very sinister game.

A game so dark, it will shake the university to its core…

As another professor is found butchered and the death toll begins to rise, the police have to examine their own pasts to uncover the person behind the killings – before it’s too late.

But are they brave enough to face up to the truth?

The Sunday Times bestseller is back in a twisty new novel, perfect for fans of M.J. Arlidge and Angela Marsons.


I’ve got something exciting, and a little bit different, for you today in the form of an extract from Truth or Die by Kat Diamond.  Buckle in … 

DS Adrian Miles looked at the pink envelope on his desk. He glanced around the room and his partner, DS Imogen, Grey shrugged.

‘Don’t look at me!’

‘Is this a joke?’

‘Someone obviously loves you,’ Imogen said, although it sounded like more of an accusation than anything else.

He opened the card to see a picture of two bears cuddling, and inside, just a question mark.

‘This isn’t funny. Who left this here?’

‘It could be anyone in this place, Adrian, I’ve seen the way the new recruits look at you. If only they knew.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ he said with more indignance than the question probably deserved.

‘Maybe it’s the duty doctor. What’s her name? Dr Hadley? She was in earlier.’

‘We went for one drink, that’s all. We decided not to go out again. I doubt it’s from her,’ he said, not convinced and more than a little uncomfortable getting this information from Imogen. He had been on a date with one of the doctors who worked invariably at the station. She had been their point of call on a couple of cases in the past and she had asked him out for a drink last week. He’d said yes – and in another life he might have been more interested. But the truth was that his friendship with Imogen was getting complicated, and so it felt really odd to be on a date with another woman.

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Thanks so much to Avon Books for providing me with this extract and for the copy of the book, which I thoroughly enjoyed!


As Luck Would Have It by Zoe May #BlogTour

About the book

One holiday can change your life forever.

Natalie Jackson might keep up appearances on Instagram, but in reality her fiancé has just jilted her after the birth of their baby and she’s moved back in with her mum. Life isn’t exactly going to plan!

So when she enters the village raffle for the holiday of a lifetime, she thinks she has no chance of winning. But her name is pulled out – and, as luck would have it, so is a ticket bought by her childhood nemesis: Will Brimble.

Surely a romantic holiday for two is the worst idea ever…right?

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My thoughts

As Luck would Have It has been a breath of fresh air after reading a bunch of psychological thrillers.  It was just the right amount of cute!

This book is a pure celebration of friendship and second chances.  We are taken to Marrakech on a journey of love and I could almost smell the spices in the warm air at times because Zoe May gives us some beautiful writing and plenty of skill – her descriptions of the destination are everything!

Natalie and Will gave me such a giggle at times.  I just love their vibe so much!

This book is beautifully light-hearted and an absolutely perfect read for summer.  I don’t know about you but I’d find it hard to walk past that cover in an airport (or anywhere else for that matter).  It’s so gorgeous!

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this in any reviews before but I love when a book has an Epilogue.  You’ll always get me with the words “One Year Later…”  Can’t beat finding out what has become of characters I’ve grown to love.

Thanks so much to Harper Collins and Netgalley for my copy of this book, which was given in return for an honest review.





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