Blog Tour The Country Set by Fiona Walker Extract

Today I am pleased to welcome Fiona Walker to my blog with an extract from her new book The Country Set


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Carly was good at moving house. An army daughter then wife, she’d done it countless times, and she was still only in her twenties. But this time they’d moved all alone without the regiment around them. And she wasn’t sure she’d wanted forever-after just yet.

Ash’s elder sister had organised a council house for them. Carly was wary of Janine, a sister-in-law-unto-herself, whose possessive, controlling hold over the family was an unwelcome part of life. It was Janine’s three-bed semi in which she and Ash now lived, number three Quince Drive. Carly hadn’t quite worked out the deal. The Turner family rented at least nine of the Orchard Estate houses from the local authority, but the names on the tenancy agreements bore no relation to their occupants. Janine lived in Granddad Norm’s four-bedroomed link-detached on Damson Road, with three teenage children, only one of whom was hers. She had never married. After Robbie Williams and nail art, the biggest love of her life was little brother Ash.

Propping Jackson in the crook of her arm, Carly clenched her fists, trying to discharge the static electricity in her fingertips. She’d felt a sense of foreboding since the storm had passed, chest tight, hands tingling. She’d suffered from it all her life, sometimes so bad that she could barely pick up a cup for the scalding heat in her fingers, the fire in her lungs making her mute. Her mum had called it a ‘healing gift’ and said it came from her grandmother. She’d been tested for asthma as a child, later high blood pressure and heart arrhythmia when pregnant, but her palpitations and hot hands were medical oddities, dismissed vaguely as psychosomatic stress.

She pressed one flaming palm to her cheek now, trying to absorb the heat. It must be because she was worried about Ash. He pretended all was well, but his temper was quicker, his tall tales longer, their conversations briefer. Her fusilier was in danger of turning into a short-fused liar.

Downstairs, Captain Barnaby’s and Peppa’s faces had reappeared at the bottom of two bowls.

‘Are you ready to go and see Spirit?’ They’d nick-named their favourite foal after the Disney horse because he was the same unusual colour that they called ‘buckskin’ in the movie but was labelled ‘dun’ in the old encyclopaedia of horses Carly had bought at the village fête.

Ellis and Sienna grabbed carrots from the vegetable rack, fighting over the biggest, then dropped down to pull their wellies onto the wrong feet. As they did so, Carly caught the glint of gold jewellery and a flash of tanned thigh as Janine paused at the side gate, pink talons scrabbling at the bolt as she let herself into the garden. A stranger to doorbells, Janine preferred the proprietorial stealth of bursting in through the back door on dawn raids.

She ran her cleaning business, Feather Dusters, like an East End protection racket, with mops and Henry Hoovers in place of firearms. She had the monopoly on domestic and commercial contracts in the village and guaranteed cheap labour from family members. Carly’s work-rate was twice that of most of Janine’s team, meaning she was always in demand for the rota. While she hoped to find a job that would give her a break from the Turner family, she appreciated the extra money, and the kids were coping fine with their nan looking after them on the days she worked. But today she had a waitressing shift at a local hotel and didn’t want Janine to strong-arm her into calling in sick so she could help her bring up a weekend cottage’s wet-room grout like new.

Never had two children been inserted into a double buggy faster, the baby carry-sack and nappy bag hooked on to each handle. Carly jumped into her trainers as she unlatched the door and – ignoring the sulphurous waft of cheap perfume coming in through the cat-flap and a muffled voice calling, ‘Only meee!’ – made her getaway through the front door, Jackson still asleep on her shoulder.

Even though it was further to walk to see the foals, she pushed the buggy straight for the path that ran alongside the allotments, avoiding the only road out of the estate. It passed next to the playground from which she could already hear the first of the day’s loud screams and tribal cries – fist-bumps, headlocks, swing-throwing and insult-trading among the under-sixteens.


Blog Tour Isabella Louise Anderson Cards from Khloe’s Flower Show

Blog Tour || Cards from Khloe’s Flower Shop by Isabella Louise Anderson


Today I am delighted to Welcome Isabella Louise Anderson to my blog

1. Hello Isabella – Thank you for taking part in this q and a. Would you like to start by introducing yourself to my readers…? Hey, everyone! Well, I’m a married woman who’s the author of two novels and has a short story in a Christmas anthology. I own and operate the website, Chick Lit Goddess, where I post about fellow-authors, something I love to do. When I’m not reading a good book or writing, I enjoy spending time with my husband, drinking margaritas and snacking on chips and queso!

2. Cards From Khloe’s Flower Shop, can you tell us a bit about it? Deciding to participate in NaNoWriMo again, I just knew I had to start writing, and as a panster, there was no direction in mind. Having my USWeekly Magazine next to me, that had Khole Kardashian-Odom and Lamar on the cover (I loved them together), was great inspiration. With the desire to have always wanted to own a flower shop, I combined the two.

3. How did you go about doing the research for the Cards from Khloe’s flower shop? I bought books several books on flowers, along with looking at Pinterest for ideas on how to arrange the perfect bouquet!

4. Who are your favorite Authors? And what genre of books do you enjoy reading? I love reading romance books of all kind, but my love for contemporary romance holds a special place in my heart. I have so many “favorite” authors that it’d be impossible to name them all, but I’d go with Hilary Grossman, Jennifer Probst and Becky Marshall Monson as my top three authors who I love!

5. What is the best thing about being a writer? I love putting my imagination to use! Whether my books are based on myself and/or something that has/hasn’t happened to me, I enjoy coming up with certain situations on what I would/wouldn’t do or how things would be different.

6. Where is your Favorite writing place? I don’t have one right now, but am in the process to fixing up my office in our new home. Finding the “right” desk is quite tricky.

7. And finally – have you started writing your next book? Any clues as to what it maybe about? The novella I’m working on it about a woman who is an assistant to a celebrity who is in need of a stand-in date for her appearances. What the actress doesn’t know is the assistant hires the man who tortured her in high school. What will happen when everything is exposed, including that the man didn’t mean to torture her, that it was his way of liking her?


Blog Tour || Cards from Khloe’s Flower Shop by Isabella Louise AndersonCards From Khloe’s Flower Shop by Isabella Louise Anderson

Published by Chick Lit Goddess on January 15, 2017

Genres: Contemporary Romance, Chick Lit, Women’s Fiction


As the owner of a successful florist shop, Khloe Harper trusts her instincts. She has a strong bond with her family and friends, but after being betrayed by her last love, she’s kept herself at arms’ length from romance. When dashing entertainment attorney Derek Thomas walks into her store, Khloe’s interest is piqued. What at first seems like a business relationship quickly turns into romance, and Derek slowly plucks away the petals she’s been hiding behind. Just as Khloe lets down her guard, she discovers that Derek may not be worthy of her love after all.


Frumpy Connie Albright has a faux fascination with an imaginary man named Walt, thinking that by sending herself flowers from him she’ll feel less out-of-place with the “mean girls” she works with. When she comes face to face with her possible prince charming and thinking she might have a happy ending, when a truth is revealed, she wonders if she’ll ever have a Cinderella story.


A recently widowed senior, Gabby Lewis, isn’t ready to give up on love—which means releasing herself from survivor’s guilt and taking a chance on finding happiness and companionship again. After signing up for an online dating site for senior citizens, much to her surprise, she’s matched with Harry, an energetic and loving man, who quickly eases himself into her heart. Will Gabby take the leap of falling in love again, knowing it’s possible to have two loves of her life?


As each woman’s story develops through flowers and cards sent from Khloe’s shop during the Fall months, they begin to learn that love can only truly blossom when you trust your heart.


About isabella Louise Anderson



Isabella grew up with a book in her hand, and to this day nothing has changed. She focuses her time on featuring other writers on her blog, Chick Lit Goddess, along with organizing Goddess Book Tours, and is a member of the Romance Writers of America.


She lives in Dallas with her husband, enjoys spicy Mexican food, margaritas, gin on the rocks (with a splash of lime). She loves spending time with family and friends and cheering on the Texas Rangers. Not only is Isabella an author, she’s also a Scentsy consultant and hoarder.


Isabella is the author of The Right Design and Cards From Khloe’s Flower Shop. Her short story, “Meet Me Under the Mistletoe,” was featured in Simon & Fig’s Christmas anthology, Merry & Bright. She’s currently working on another book.