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JAS FB BannerWhen decided to bring a variety of new titles to you this Summer I had no idea I would be promoting one of mine. Safkhet Publishing brought forward the release of my humorous novel Just add Spice and it is published tomorrow, 25th July!

So, in true Facing 50 fashion, let’s celebrate by having an impromptu party.

Join in the fun and win one of our spicy prizes by clicking on any of the hosting blogs below and entering the rafflecopter draw. Join the Facebook event for further details. Click HERE. What can you win? Take a look at these examples:

Spice boxersSpice handcuffsOld SpiceSpice love vouchers Spice Thong

Not only can you win one of these prizes but if you download a copy of Just Add Spice (at its promotional price of 77 pence!) and write a review for it, you will be put into the Spice Experience Draw. (Details tomorrow) Each review you put on Amazon UK, Amazon US, Smashwords and Goodreads will earn you an entry to the draw. The reviews do NOT have to be five star. I must emphasise that fact. They should be honest opinions and ALL entries will be included.

9781908208224JUST ADD SPICE

Dawn Ellis needs to escape from her painfully dull existence. Her unemployed husband spends all day complaining about life, moping around, or fixing lawnmowers on her kitchen table.

The local writing class proves to be an adequate distraction with its eccentric collection of wannabe authors and, of course, the enigmatic Jason, who soon shows a romantic interest in her.

Dawn pours her inner frustrations into her first novel about the extraordinary exploits of Cinnamon Knight, an avenging angel — a woman who doesn’t believe in following the rules. Cinnamon is ruthless and wanton, inflicting suffering on any man who warrants it.

Little does Dawn realise that soon the line between reality and fiction will blur. Her own life will be transformed, and those close to her will pay the price.

Opening chapter – Excerpt

The windows in the old Golf GTI were almost completely steamed up, thanks to the activities of the middle-aged woman and the young man inside it. The sudden rapid barking of a dog in the distance made the woman jump. She was already sweating and aware of a rancid aroma pervading the car. It most certainly was coming from her partner–in-crime. He turned his head towards her and scowled.

“Hurry up, will you? I could have finished this twenty minutes ago.”

Dawn shrank at the reprimand. He might have been twenty-five years her junior, but he oozed menace. His dark eyes burrowed into hers.

It’s not easy. My knees hurt from being in this uncomfortable position, and my glasses keep slipping down my nose, which makes it much harder to see. You wait until you get to my age. The world becomes all foggy, and then you start bumping into objects like doors and cupboards …” She trailed off. He continued to level his cold stare at her. She squirmed, then took a deep breath, and shoved her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose for the umpteenth time. She scrabbled about again searching out the wires that had dropped down. “I should have stolen a motorbike. It must be easier than this. Or a mobility scooter,” she mumbled.

“You’re quite funny, you know?” he muttered, peering out of the window.

“Keep low. There’s the old man from down the road, walking his dog. Don’t want him seeing us.”

They both dropped down in the seats until the pensioner had gone by. The dog stopped at the next lamppost and cocked its leg against it.

“Okay,” he whispered. He drew himself up a little, huffed onto the passenger window steaming it further with his acrid breath and then drew a smiley face on it. “Dodgy knees and bad eyesight. Suppose that’s why middle-aged women don’t generally try to hot-wire cars.”…

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More tomorrow!