I just wanted to post about a tour Candace at CBB tours has organised for me, and to check whether there are any more of you who would like to sign up to be a tour participant (review my book).
I re-edited the file for the print edition. I’m still sorting out the file for that and I’m hoping it’ll al be ready to go in September (although woe is me, with the book cover! *groan).
Some of the reviewer for this tour will be based on the original file (because I’ve only just finished re-writing/re-edits) but I’m hoping most will be based on the final file, obviously.
So, the sparkly new file is yearning for your eyes. All you have to do for your copy, to give writing an honest review of Finding Esta and posting it on your book blog, Amazon, and Goodreads (and anywhere else you like).
Click the image for all the details and the sign up form, then Candace will send your choice of eFile to you.
If you choose not to read the book for review, but are interested in the tour, stop by between the dates Sept 23rd – 27th and see what everyone else is saying about my debut novel. *chewing fingernails*
Not sure if you’ll like my book?
Here’s a mini-excerpt: (From Chapter Six: The Journey Begins)
(for 100 pages of Finding Esta, see the right side-bar Bookbuzz widget)
Talk about cat-out-of-the-bag.
I screwed up my face in preparation as Flo became excited, “Dreams? You kept those quiet sneaky. Share one. Be a sport.”
Flo can’t dream and that sucks, but she wouldn’t hear about mine. “No chance, I need some element of privacy.”
“Spoil-sport. Well, I reckon he’s not so much freaking you out as turning you on.” They laughed properly this time. “So hot, you know, how he straddles that large machine.” More laughter.
“For heaven’s sake, you two. I can assure you both that a man who follows me, hides in shadows, and beneath helmets and hoods, does not turn me on. How can I find him attractive if I can’t even see his face, anyway? Huh?” All valid points.
But then I recalled his remarkable face in my dreams. Could they be the same person? Really?
Flo scoffed, “Some people find feet sexy. No reason, just happens. Maybe we found what floats your boat: huge guys riding Harley’s in helmets? Dunno if that’s a wide-spread fetish, but nothing would surprise me.” I opened my window and sucked in the air. “Course, he could be the fashion police. Always said they’d get ya.” They both laughed again, and her joke calmed me down a bit, as she’d intended.
I searched for the bottle of water I’d left on the passenger seat, beneath my leather jacket and sun hat. “Yeah, that’s so old it lives on a geriatric ward.” Stephan laughed, but Flo had heard it before.
I needed new material.
Back on the motorway, I listened out for a huge vibrating engine, and searched for the dark, hulk of an owner who could handle it like a miniature toy. I longed to be the wind as it rushed past him. I could touch him, feel out his identity, take a dose of his emotion and drink it in.