Review

**Blog Tour** All For You by Kristina O’Grady

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I am delighted to be part of the blog tour for Kristina O’Grady today

 

 

Guest Post 

Have you ever ridden a horse? Ever felt the wind rush past you as you flattened yourself against its neck as it ran full speed across the plains? With the smell of sagebrush and aspens thick in the air?

I recently discovered that a close friend of mine is afraid of horses, their big bodies terrify her. I suppose growing up on one has sheltered me from this reaction and although I find it foreign I can understand it. I’ve been away from horses for a few years now and when I do get the opportunity to get close to one, they do seem bigger than I remember. Taller and more muscled.

There was a time when I rode a horse every day. Twice. We as kids were sent out before the school bus arrived to check the cows during calving and again when we got home. No wonder I was in such good shape back then. No wonder I still don’t mind getting up before dawn as long as there is a reason. (My kids waking me up in the middle of the night doesn’t count) These days instead of getting on a horse at 5 in the morning, I get out my laptop and write about cowboys before my children get up. I live vicariously through my youth, remembering what it was like living on a ranch, surrounded horses and nature and most importantly, cowboys.

Of course now I sound like an old lady sitting on the porch in my rocking chair. I’m not. I suppose I’m missing home at times like these, when a new book comes out. Having people read about a fictional home that isn’t so far removed from my memories of growing up, makes me long to visit that place. Makes me long to climb back up on that horse and run like the wind across the field. I can almost hear the pounding of the hooves and feel the jarring of each step. I can taste the wind and yes, I miss home.

 

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Blurb: Is it time for a second chance at love?
When Lily left her home town – and the love of her life Wade – 8 years ago to start her acting career she had big plans to make her dream a reality. However, a few dead end jobs and one dead end relationship later she is back to make a fresh start with the only good thing to come out it all – her unborn baby.

Lily soon realises however that the heart wants what the heart wants, and hers clearly still wanted Wade Copeland! Can they overcome the hurt and pain of the past to allow themselves a future?

The third novel in the sizzlingly sexy Copeland Ranch romance trilogy from Kristina O’Grady

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25371098-all-for-you?from_new_nav=true&ac=1

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/All-Copeland-Ranch-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00W7YRB4A/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1457707455&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=krstina+o%27grady

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About Kristina O’Grady: Kristina O’Grady has always loved telling a good story. She took up writing at a young age and spent many hours – when she should have been doing her math homework – scribbling romance stories in a book she hid in her sock drawer.

She grew up on a cattle ranch in Western Canada and loves reminiscing by writing about cowboys and their horses.

In 2000 Kristina met her own knight in shining armour/cowboy who swept her off her feet and across the world to New Zealand, where she now lives on a sheep and beef farm with her amazingly supportive husband, three gorgeous young kids, seven working dogs and one very needy cat.

 

All for You is her fifth book.

 

Website: http://www.kristinaogrady.com/about.html

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/KristinaOGrady

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8119512.Kristina_O_Grady

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Review

Blog Tour – White Lies by Zoe Markham

Today on the blog I am excited to be kicking of the white lies blog tour with an  excerpt

 

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Blurb:

A haunting YA thriller you won’t be able to put down, White Lies is a boarding school story – with a shockingly dark twist. Everybody hurts

For Abigail, a new school could be the fresh start she so desperately needs. With her parents in the army and her sister Beth too far away to run to, she knows this year needs to be different. She’s never been part of the cool crowd and for the first time Abby wants to fit in. And all it takes is just one little white lie…because some truths are too painful to share.

Everybody lies

But at Cotswold Community College, Abby isn’t the only one with a past she’d rather forget. And when she stumbles across a closely-guarded secret, Abigail realises that her one little white lie could reveal everything she’s worked so hard to hide…

Amazon: http://t.co/14nIwazwan

Goodreads: http://t.co/14nIwazwan

About the author: Zoë lives in West Oxfordshire with her husband, son and the obligatory two cats. A full-time copy-editor by day, she writes late into the night, fuelled by coffee – not, as she tells all her son’s friends – fresh blood and cold empty darkness. Zoë likes her fiction dark and disturbing, loathes even the tiniest element of pink fluffiness and has an inexplicable fear of mushrooms. She will do anything to avoid interacting with the Real World wherever possible. If you’d like to know more, Zoë can usually be found talking books on Twitter, and rarely bites if you’d like to say Hello.

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/ZoeMarkham

Website: http://www.zoemarkhamwrites.com/

Giveaway: £10 Amazon Giftcard (UK only)

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/bf63305752/?

 

Excerpt

The radio in the car crackled. Like fire. Fiery red hair. Fire-red eyes. Fire that eats away everything and leaves nothing behind.

The policewoman was asking me something again. I could see her lips moving, but couldn’t hear the words. All I heard was ‘Dead’.

“There’s a storm coming,” I told her. I didn’t know why.

The anger in her eyes switched down a notch, and for a second I thought I saw a twinge of pity there. It scared me more than the anger had.

I jumped as the engine turned over and a blast of heat from the front of the car hit me. At the same moment the door beside me flew open and I turned to see Mrs T duck her head down and stare in at me, horror plastered across her face.

“Will you go with her?” the policewoman asked across me.

“En Français!” I shouted, grinning over at Mrs T. She was white as a sheet. The door slammed shut again, and I heard her getting into the front.

The angry policewoman strapped me in. She wasn’t at all gentle. Her mouth was moving again but I lost the words; I didn’t know why they were suddenly so hard to hold on to. The car was moving, but there was no siren. I wanted to ask them to turn it on. What use was a ride in a police car without the siren?

I bit down on my lip as hard as I could. I thought maybe the pain would wake me up. I kept on biting until warm blood filled my mouth and ran down my chin, and I gagged, and then the car raced faster through the night and the siren came on and I clapped my hands and laughed.

They took me straight through to a room at the back of the police station. Someone stuck fiddly little things on my lip to stop the bleeding. There were lots of people in there. The angry one told me who everyone was, but I didn’t remember any of it. I held Mrs T’s hand, and she told me it was going to be all right.

“We’re trying to get hold of your dad,” she said.

“Beth,” I told her. My lip was swollen and it was hard to get the words out. “Please. I need Beth.”