#BlogTour: THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY by Sophie Claire @SClaireWriter @HodderBooks @Myrto_Kalav

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Can a trip away lead you home?

After a bad break-up, eternal optimist Evie Miller has moved to the small village of Willowbrook to finally pursue her dream of opening a craft shop. Unfortunately, with money worries and an ex-boyfriend determined to track her down, her fresh start isn’t going entirely to plan.

Jake Hartwood is also looking to escape his past. Haunted by the loss of his wife, he’s determined not to get close to anyone again – and the last thing he wants is to be celebrating this December.

Hoping to avoid the festivities, Evie and Jake arrange to escape Christmas together as friends in Provence. But will the magic of the season change things between them?

And what happens if one of them starts to feel something more?


It’s my absolute pleasure to welcome you on my stop on the blog tour for The Christmas Holiday, the entertaining and heartwarming new novel by Sophie Claire. A huge thank you to Myrto and Hodder & Stoughton for inviting me to join the blog tour and for providing me with a proof copy of this fabulous story.

October has just begun and my list of Christmas novels to read is already very long. Thanks to the new novel by Sophie Claire, my Christmas spirit is already trying to come out thinking about decorating trees and presents. How couldn’t I get excited about Christmas while reading this novel? There are snow, Christmas markets, and a beautiful villa in Provence where the two protagonists of the novel sit in front of the cracking fire while sipping excellent wine.

Evie Miller and Jake Hartwood’s first meeting doesn’t go very well: his dog makes her fall down from a ladder, she ruins his wall. Also, they are very different: Evie is chatty and super-positive, while Jake is moody and drunk. And yet, they have more in common than they thought and, thanks to an overprotective and worried sister, an ex-fiancé who doesn’t take no for an answer, and parents who don’t appreciate the daughter they have, Evie and Jake decide to escape together to Provence for the Christmas holiday.

I loved everything about this novel. I adored Evie and Jake, they are relatable and authentic and I enjoyed that the story is told from both their points of views. However, my favourite character is Smoke, Jake’s adorable Dalmatian, who, for some reason, is wary of strangers but hits it off with Evie right away. The atmosphere is beautiful, Christmassy and very evocative. The plot is engaging, emotional, and very captivating… I couldn’t stop reading!

Featuring the themes of love, grief, loss, and new beginnings, The Christmas Holiday is a romantic, uplifting, and festive read that will get you ready for the Christmas season!

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#BlogTour: CRADLE TO GRAVE by Rachel Amphlett @RachelAmphlett @Tr4cyF3nt0n

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When a faceless body is found floating in the river on a summer’s morning, Detective Kay Hunter and her team are tasked with finding out the man’s identity – and where he came from.

The investigation takes a sinister turn when an abandoned boat is found, covered in blood stains and containing a child’s belongings.

Under mounting pressure from a distraught family and an unforgiving media, the police are in a race against time – but they have no leads, and no motive for the events that have taken place.

Will Kay be able to find a ruthless killer and a missing child before it’s too late?

Cradle to Grave is the eighth book in the Detective Kay Hunter series by USA Today bestselling author Rachel Amphlett, and perfect for fans of Ann Cleeves, Peter Robinson and Ian Rankin.


As usual I am late to the party and I didn’t know about Rachel Amphlett’s thrilling series until now (better late than never!). I really need to thank Tracy Fenton for inviting me to join the blog tour and introduced me to this amazing author. Of course, starting a series from the eight book is not ideal, but it can easily be read as a stand-alone and I am excited to go and read the first seven books.

A beautiful day fishing between a father and a son doesn’t turn out as well as they hoped when they find a mutilated body in the lake. Detective Kay Hunter and her team are called to investigate, but nothing is what it seems in this case and the twists and revelations just keep coming.

I loved the characters of these novel. Kay and her colleagues Carys, Barnes, and Gavin feel realistic and authentic. I enjoyed seeing them together, their easy banter and humour, and the close relationship between the members of the team. They show their emotions and their weaknesses and it’s not just business as the author shows us glimpses of their personal lives that make them more relatable and interesting. I am looking forward to read the first books of the series because I want to learn more about Kay and her past, which is briefly mentioned here and there during the story and which made me very curious about this character.

The plot is twisty and self-paced and the tension is always high, especially when a young child gets involved in the mystery. When it seems the police has figure it out, another surprise comes and changes everything. I like the author’s attention to details when it comes to the investigation. It’s not like watching an episode of CSI where the case is solved in a few hours. Here everything is realistic, done according to the rules, there is a procedure for everything and everyone has a role. I found it very informative and intriguing.

Rachel Amplhett is certainly an author I will keep reading and Cradle to Grave is an engrossing and intense read, full of secrets and, at times, emotional, an absolute must-read!

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Rachel Amphlett author photoBefore turning to writing, USA Today bestselling author Rachel Amphlett played guitar in bands, worked as a TV and film extra, dabbled in radio as a presenter and freelance producer for the BBC, and worked in publishing as a sub-editor and editorial assistant.

She now wields a pen instead of a plectrum and writes crime fiction and spy novels, including the fast paced Dan Taylor and English Assassins espionage novels, and the Detective Kay Hunter British murder mystery series.

After 13 years in Australia, Rachel has returned to the UK and is now based in the picturesque county of Dorset.

She’s a member of International Thriller Writers and the Crime Writers Association, with the Italian foreign rights for her debut novel, White Gold sold to Fanucci Editore’s TIMECrime imprint, and the first four books in the Dan Taylor espionage series contracted to Germany’s Luzifer Verlag.

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#BlogTour: THE STRANGER INSIDE by Lisa Unger @lisaunger @HQstories #extract

I am super delighted to welcome you on my stop for the blog tour of the gripping new novel by Lisa Unger and share with you an extract of The Stranger Inside.

81Atv6xMooLPublication: 3rd October 2019 – HQ

You committed the perfect crime. But someone knows the truth.

You followed the trial obsessively.

You know he’s guilty and can’t believe he got away with it.

But someone is determined to see justice done.

Rain Winter left journalism behind to focus on her baby daughter. But when a man acquitted for murder is killed, in the same way as his suspected victims, Rain sees a pattern emerging between a series of cold cases.

Meticulous and untraceable, this killer strikes in the dead of night, making sure that the guilty are suitably punished for their crimes.

As Rain’s investigation deepens, she must face up to dark secrets in her own past and the realisation that the killer may be closer than she thinks…

From bestselling author Lisa Unger comes a dark and addictive psychological suspense which will keep you breathless until the last page.



I wait because I have nothing but time.

From the quiet, dim interior of my car, I watch the quiet neighborhood, settle into the upholstery. Autumn. Leaves lofting on cool air. Tacky, ghoulish Halloween decorations adorning stoops and lawns, hanging from trees—skeletons, and jack-o’-lanterns, witches on brooms. It’s a school night, so no kids playing flashlight tag, no pickup soccer match in the street. Maybe kids don’t even do that anymore. That’s what I understand, anyway. That they’re all iPad-addicted couch potatoes now. It’s the new frontier of parenting. But you’ll know better about this than I’m likely to.

Younger families live on this block. SUVs are hastily parked. Basketball hoops tilt in driveways; bikes twist on the lawn. Recycling cans wait patiently at the curb on Wednesday, garbage on Friday. Tonight, there’s a game on. I see it playing on big screen televisions in three different open-plan living rooms. But the house I’m watching is dark. A beautiful silver Benz that’s about to be repossessed sits in the driveway. It’s one of those cars—the kind that people dream about, an aspirational car, the kind you get when… But it certainly hasn’t brought its owner any happiness. The guy I’m watching—he’s depressed.I can see it in his slouch as he comes and goes, in the haunted circles that have settled around his eyes. I can’t muster any compassion for him. And I know that you aren’t shedding any tears. In fact, I’m willing to bet that you’ve spent at least as much time thinking about him as I have—even though, of course, you have other things on your mind now.

An older man walks his dog, a white puff of a thing on a slender leash. Not a dog at all really, more like an extra-large guinea pig. I sink a little deeper in my seat, then stay stonestill. I haven’t seen this man on this street before, and I’ve been here most nights for a while. He’s out of his routine, I guess, maybe decided to take a new route tonight. I’m not too worried, though. My car—a beige Toyota Corolla—is utterly forgettable,
practically invisible in its commonness; the windows tinted (but not too dark). If he doesn’t see me, a lone person slouched in the driver’s seat and clearly up to no good, he won’t even notice it.

I’m in luck. He’s squinting at the screen on his smartphone. He’s older, not fluent with it. So it takes all of his concentration. That device is the best thing that ever happened to people who want to be invisible. He walks right by, oblivious to the car, to me, to his surroundings. Even his dog is distracted, incurious, nose to the pavement. Sniff, sniff, sniff. Finally, they’re gone and I’m alone again.

Time passes. I breathe into the night.

One by one, windows go dark except for the odd light here and there. There’s an insomniac in 704, a nurse who comes home after 3 a.m. on Wednesdays and Fridays to 708.

Just after 2 a.m., I slip from the car, close the door silently and shoulder my pack. I am a shadow shifting through the shadows of the trees, drifting, silent, up the edge of the house. I easily pick the lock on the side entrance—you can learn how to do anything on YouTube these days—and enter the house through the unlocked interior door. From the garage into the laundry room. From the laundry room into the kitchen—a typical sub-
urban layout. I stand inside for a moment, listening.

I can still hear it, you know, the sound of her father’s voice.
I am willing to bet that you hear it, too. Maybe in those quiet moments, when you lie in bed at night, the wail of total despair comes back like a haunting. I imagine that your mind drifts back to that courtroom. Your face pulled tight with that helpless mingle of anger and sorrow, nostrils flaring just slightly. I was right there with you even though you didn’t know it. Or maybe you did. Sometimes I wonder if you know how close I
am. If you sense me.

When the verdict was delivered, there was a moment, remember? A tiny sliver of time where the information moved through synapses and neurons, a heartbeat. In that breath, I watched her mother drain of what little energy and color remained in her too-thin body. I watched her father buckle over, her brother dip his head into his hands. The unforgiving light of the courtroom grew brighter somehow, an ugly white sizzle. And then the room exploded in a wave of sound that contained all the notes of despair, disbelief, rage. I’d been there before, in the presence of injustice, as have you. You know how it wafts like smoke from the black spaces beneath tables and chairs. It rises up, tall
and menacing. I was always here, it seems to say as it looms over you, towering, victorious. It brings you to your knees. In the presence of nothing else do you feel smaller or more powerless.

When we’re young, we’re naive enough to believe. We’re raised on the comic-book ideal of good vanquishing evil. We believe that white magic is stronger than black. That criminals are punished, and justice is always served. Even when it seems that evil might triumph—no. In the final moment, a cosmic force does the reckoning for good, one way or another. We want to believe that.

But it’s not so. Not always. Sometimes justice needs a little push.

I make a quick loop through the house to assure myself that everything is as it was the last time I was here. The decor is Target, IKEA chic, white and dove gray, with bold accent patterns. There are lots of those picture collages with words like LOVE and DREAM and FAMILY: her parents—smiling and benevolent; her wedding photos—gauzy, a fairy-tale dream; a gaggle of gap-toothed nieces and nephews; girls’ night out, toasting with pink drinks in martini glasses. Throw pillows and soft blankets, knickknacks, decorative pieces of driftwood are artfully arranged. She was house-proud, the woman who lived here once. She liked things pretty and comfortable. Now, surfaces are covered with dust. Her home, it smells like garbage.

As I finish my tour, I feel a twist of sadness for her. Here’s someone who did everything right. She followed all the rules, went to college, worked in public relations, got married, got pregnant. Pretty, and, by all accounts, sweet and kind. And look. Her cute house, her little dreams, her innocent life, empty, rotting. She deserved better.

Nothing I can do about that. But this is the next best thing.

I know what you’re thinking. What anyone might think. Who am I to say that a man found innocent by a jury of his peers is guilty as sin? And even if he is, who am I to deliver justice?

It’s true. I am no one. But this is how I knew.

When Laney Markham went missing, I immediately suspected that it was her oh-so-handsome husband. Because let’s get real: the incident of stranger crime is a statistical anomaly. (We both have a thing or two to add to that conversation, don’t we? But I’m sure you’d agree that statistically it’s true.) The idea of the other, the stranger, the destroyer who breaks into your home and kills your family, or takes your child? It does happen. But not as often as a man kills his wife. Or a father rapes his daughter. Or an uncle molests his niece. Those things don’t always make the news. Why? Because it’s not news; that’s the everyday horror show of normal life.

So there’s that. The it’s-always-the-husband thing. But what sealed it for me was those national morning show appearances. He did the circuit, ostensibly to plead for the lovely Laney’s safe return. Tall, with movie-star good looks, he was a natural. And those morning show hosts, they lapped it up. Laney? She was a beauty, too. One of those luscious pregnant girls—even prettier with her little baby belly, glowing skin and silky, hormone-rich hair. If the Markhams had been less good-looking, this would
have been less of a story. You know it’s true.

Anyway, he gets on camera and starts to weep, and I mean blubber. Steve Markham stares right at the camera, tears streaming down his face and he begs for whoever took his wife and unborn child to just bring them home. Quite a performance.


Men don’t cry like that. Men, when they are overcome by emotion to the degree that they lose control and start to weep, they cover their faces. Crying is a disobeying of every cultural message a man ever receives. To weep like a woman? It fills him with shame. So he covers his face. That’s how I knew he killed his wife. Steve Markham was a sociopath. Those tears were as fake as they come.

You remember. I know you were thinking the same thing.

You might say that’s not enough. I know you; you follow therules—or, anyway, you have a kind of code. But we all know there was enough physical evidence to send the bastard to the electric chair. It was those lawyers with all their tricks—cast doubt on this, get that thrown out, confuse and mislead the slack-jawed jury with complicated cell phone evidence. This satellite says he was there at this time, couldn’t have done it.

Still, I generally wait a year. Just to be sure. I watch and wait, do my research. At least a year, sometimes much, much longer, as you know. I choose very carefully. I think about it long and hard. Because it would suck to be wrong. I wouldn’t, couldn’t, justify that. It’s a line I can’t step over. Really. Because then—what am I?

Anyway, my old friend, I’m gratified to report that the year since he was acquitted of his wife’s murder has been very bad for Steve Markham. He lost his job. All his friends. His lover-slash-alibi Tami—you remember her, right? The whole case hung on that mousy blonde from Hoboken. Well, she broke up with him. I’m sure you know all this. If I know you, you’re keeping tabs, too.

You probably didn’t know that for a while he hung around Tami’s place, stalking. I thought we were going to have a problem, that I’d have to act before I was ready. But Steve is nothing else if not a smart guy. Probably figured it wouldn’t look great if his girlfriend turned up dead less than a year after his wife’s body was found in a shallow grave, just miles from her own home, she and her unborn child killed by multiple stab wounds with a six-inch serrated blade (from her own kitchen). He finally stopped following Tami, the one that got away.

He’s about to lose the house. Last month, the lights went out. The pool where they think he killed his wife has turned green, water thick now with algae. Sure, he had his book deal. He did the talk show circuit, this time playing the innocent man, wrongly accused, on a tireless hunt for his wife’s killer. He’d been unfaithful, he admitted, grim and remorseful. He was sorry. So sorry. More crocodile tears.

He burned through the advance money fast. It wasn’t that much. Between agent commission, taxes, it was no windfall.

He might have made it last. But people don’t get it. Money, if you don’t protect it, is flammable. It goes up in flames and floats away like ash. The IRS is after him now. The system. Maybe it does have its ways of getting you, even if you slip through its
cracks at first.

I make no attempt to be quiet as I unpack my bag. I drape a plastic tarp over the couch, lay another one in front of the door where he will enter the room when he hears me. I lay things out. The duct tape. The hunting knife. There’s a gun I carry in a shoulder holster, the sleek, light Beretta PX4 Compact Carry with a handy AmeriGlo night sight and Talon grip. It’s only meant to inspire cooperation. To have to use it will represent
a failure of planning on my part. But there are always variables for which you can’t account.

By the time he rouses from sleep and moves cautiously into the front room, I am sitting in one of the cheap wingback chairs by the window. He is not armed. I know there is no weapon in this house. There was a baseball bat under the bed. Maybe he thought that someday Laney’s brother or her father would come for him. But the baseball bat is gone now. In the trunk of my very forgettable car, in fact.

“Hello, Steve,” I say quietly and watch him jump back. “Have a seat.”

“Who are you?”

I work the Cerakote slide that puts a bullet into the chamber and watch him freeze. It’s a sound a man recognizes even if he’s never had a gun pulled on him before.

“On the couch.”

The plastic tarp crinkles beneath his weight and he starts to cry again. This time? It’s real.

“Please.” His voice is small with fear and regret.

But do I also hear relief?

We all believe that story, that cheaters never win, and justice will be done. Even the bad guys believe it.

Isn’t that right, my old friend?

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#BookReview: CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY by Beth Moran @bethcmoran @Boldwoodbooks

9781838893187Publication: 17th September 2019 – Boldwood Books

When Jenny inherits her estranged grandmother’s cottage in Sherwood Forest, she has nothing to lose – no money, no job, no friends, no family to speak of, and zero self-respect. Things can only get better…

Her grumpy, but decidedly handsome new neighbour, Mack, has a habit of bestowing unsolicited good deeds on her. And when Jenny is welcomed into a rather unusual book club, life seems to finally be getting more interesting.

Instead of reading, the members pledge to complete individual challenges before Christmas: from finding new love, learning to bake, to completing a daredevil bucket list. Jenny can’t resist joining in, and soon a year of friendship and laughter, tears and regrets unfolds in the most unexpected ways.

Warm, wise, funny and utterly uplifting, what one thing would you change in your life before Christmas comes around?


Jenny was hoping for a marriage proposal, instead she finds herself single, homeless, and without a job. Luckily, her mother gives her the keys to her grandmother’s house in Sherwood Forest, in big need of renovation after six years of abandonment. Thanks to her friendly and generous nature, Jenny quickly finds new friends, a job as nanny of five handful children, and an hilarious book club where challenges take the place of books. Her life is far from boring as she has to deal with a grumpy neighbour who helps her despite her protests, a persistent real estate agent, and family secrets to uncover.

Funny, entertaining, and full of amazing characters, Christmas Every Day is a fantastic rom-com and I really enjoyed it. I loved the small-town setting and the close-community atmosphere that welcome Jenny in Sherwood Forest. I laughed a lot and there is romance, friendship, and family, all together is this fabulous book.

I really liked the character of Jenny. She is fun, resilient, and loyal. She doesn’t let a neglected cottage full of old and dump stuff deter her from her goal. I liked how she developed and grew through the story, how she achieved what she wanted and she didn’t let bullies stop her.

Although the novel is not set at Christmas time, but throughout the year, the title is fitting and to find out why you really need to read it. If you are looking for a fun and refreshing story, then pick up Christmas Every Day!


Beth Moran is the author of three previous books, including Making Marion.  She regularly features on BBC Radio Nottingham and is a trustee of the national women’s network Free Range Chicks. She lives on the outskirts of Sherwood Forest.

Twitter: @bethcmoran

Website: https://www.bethmoran.org/

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#BookReview: TUESDAY MOONEY WORE BLACK by Kate Racculia @kateracculia @HarperFiction @fictionpubteam

Tuesday Mooney Wore BlackPublication: 1st October 2019 (eBook); 6th February 2020 (paperback) – HarperCollins

You are cordially invited to play a game…

Tuesday Mooney loves a puzzle. So when an eccentric billionaire drops dead, leaving behind a fiendish treasure hunt – open to anyone – to his fortune, Tuesday can’t resist.

Although she works best alone, she soon finds herself partnering up with best friend Dex (money manager by day, karaoke-zealot by night) and the mysterious Nathaniel Arches, eldest son of a wealthy family who held a long-running feud with the dead man.

As the clues are solved, excitement across the city reaches fever pitch – but nothing is as it seems, and the puzzle-within-a-puzzle holds something much darker than a vast fortune at its heart…


Vincent Pryce is an eccentric billionaire with a passion for Edgar Allan Poe and games. He dies in front of a room full of people during a charity event to which take part Tuesday Mooney, Dex, and Archie. The day after Vincent’s death an announcement appears on the newspaper announcing that the billionaire has organized a treasure hunt around the city. The price? A part of his inheritance. As the game progresses around the city, the protagonists have to figure out the many clues left by the deceased and how far will they go to win the game.

Tuesday Mooney is a very singular and interesting character. She is a loner, she always wears black, she talks to her childhood best friend in her head, and she is really good at her job researching the rich and wealthy for donations at the hospital where she works. Despite being a loner, people are drawn to her. The first one is Dex, her current best friend who works in finance and loves karaoke and who would do anything to get attention from her. Then there is Dorry, the teenager living next door to her and who she tutors. Dorry is fascinated by Tuesday and is happy to help her in her treasure hunt, even if it means going against her father’s wishes. And finally there is Archie. Son of a missing billionaire and hiding from his older brother, Archie has his own reasons to join the game.

I didn’t know what to expect from this novel. I read it because I was intrigued by the main character and the story sounded entertaining, but it was more fun and suspenseful than expected. The characters are quirky and adorable, the plot is well-developed and very well-written and there are a few twists that took me by surprise. If you enjoy puzzle, mysteries, and some fun, then Tuesday Mooney Wore Black should be on your TBR list!

A big thank you to HarperFiction and NetGalley for providing me with a proof of this novel!

#BlogTour: FOUR CHRISTMASES AND A SECRET by Zara Stoneley @ZaraStoneley @0neMoreChapter_ @rararesources

Four Christmases and a Secret CoverPublication: 27th September 2019 (eBook); 28th November 2019 (paperback) – One More Chapter

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Except for Daisy Christmas means another of Uncle T’s dreaded Christmas parties, complete with Christmas jumper and flashing antlers.  And Oliver Cartwright.  Gorgeous Oliver Cartwright. Who she hates.

Every year Daisy has to face insufferable Ollie and hear all about how BRILLIANT he is.  Whereas Daisy has no job, no man and no idea how to fix things.

This Christmas however Daisy is determined things will be different.  There will be no snogging Ollie under the mistletoe like when they were teenagers.  No, this year she’ll show Ollie that she’s a Responsible Adult too.
But as the champagne corks pop, and the tinsel sparkles, Uncle T has news of his own to share…and it could change Daisy’s life forever…


It’s publication day!!! Today the new brilliant novel by Zara Stoneley is out in eBook and I am really happy to welcome you on my stop on the blog tour for Four Christmases And A Secret. Thank you so much to Rachel for inviting me to join the blog tour and to One More Chapter for providing me with a copy of the novel.

Four Christmases And A Secret is my first Christmas novel of the year and, so far, my favourite book from this author. I loved the plot, the characters, and, of course, the author’s recognizable brilliant and clear writing style.

The heroine is Daisy, a thirty-something girl who was supposed to have it all figured it out, but somehow it went all wrong. Daisy loves animals and when she was at school she dreamt of becoming a veterinary. However, something happened and she failed her exams. Now she works in the marketing department of the local newspaper, she rescues dogs, she shares a flat with an exuberant woman, and, to her mother great displeasure, she is still single. On the other hand, her arci-nemesis Ollie is a successful doctor with a beautiful girlfriend and, Christmas after Christmas, Daisy has to hear all about his achievements.

When it comes to romantic comedies, Zara Stoneley is one of my favourite authors. She knows how to make me laugh and keep me glued to the pages with her beautiful and entertaining stories. She creates characters that are likable, funny, and authentic. In Four Christmases And A Secret, there is Daisy who is hilarious and relatable, there is Ollie who is dreamy, uncle Terence, who is full of good advice, and, of course, we can’t forget Stanley, the adorable dog and my favourite character.

I loved the setting and the atmosphere. Christmas is my favourite time of the year and in this novel you can feel it page after page. Also, Daisy spends her Christmases in uncle Terence’s beautiful bookshop and what is better than that?

I know it’s still September, but, if like me, you are already thinking about Christmas, this engaging and refreshing novel will get you in the right mood!

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ZaraStoneley authorpicZara Stoneley is the USA Today bestselling author of ‘The Wedding Date’.

She lives in a Cheshire village with her family, a lively cockapoo called Harry, and a very bossy (and slightly evil) cat called Saffron.

Born in a small village in the UK, Zara wanted to be a female James Herriot, a spy, or an author when she grew up. After many (many) years, and many different jobs, her dream of writing a bestseller came true. She now writes about friendship, dreams, love, and happy ever afters, and hopes that her tales make you laugh a lot, cry a little, and occasionally say ‘ahhh’.

Zara’s bestselling novels include ‘Bridesmaids’, ‘No One Cancels Christmas’, ‘The Wedding Date’, ‘The Holiday Swap’, ‘Summer with the Country Village Vet’, ‘Blackberry Picking at Jasmine Cottage’ and the popular Tippermere series – ‘Stable Mates’, ‘Country Affairs’ and ‘Country Rivals’.

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#BlogTour: THE SWAP by Fiona Mitchell @FionaMoMitchell @HodderBooks @JennyPlatt90

The Swap PB jktPublication: 19th September 2019 – Hodder & Stoughton

What would you do if you found out your child wasn’t yours?

Two women. Two children. But whose is whose?

When two strangers, Tess and Annie, undergo IVF at an American clinic, their embryos are mixed up and each woman gives birth to the wrong child. And whilst they are ignorant to this fact something has always felt a bit ‘off’ in regards to their children.

The women only discover the devastating error three years later, after one of them is involved in an accident. Tess will do anything in her power to swap the children back; Annie doesn’t want to. As the pair wrangle, neither of them expect what unfolds.

This is a novel full of the complexities of how what happens when things can go wrong with IVF and the impact this can have on so many people. The moral issue about whose is whose child, the right versus the wrong and nature verses nurture. This is a powerful and thought provoking novel about making the best decision for your children no matter how painful that can be.


Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for The Swap, the latest gripping novel by Fiona Mitchell. A huge thank you to Jenny and Hodder & Stoughton for inviting me to join the blog tour and providing me with a copy of the novel.

Two families on the opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean. What do they have in common? They went at the same fertility clinic at the same time. In England, Tess and Matteo have a baby boy, while in USA Carl and Annie have a girl. Following a car accident, Tess and Matteo find out that their son Frankie is not biologically theirs. Someone at the fertility clinic made a mistake and switched the embryos and now their real daughter is out there with Frankie’s real parents.

The Swap is a compelling and thought-provoking read. Two families have to face an impossible situation: choosing between the child who is biologically theirs and the child that they have raised and loved for three years. A nightmare that the author narrates in heart-breaking and emotional details. Told from the perspective of the mothers, Annie and Tess, we follow these two women struggling with the truth. Tess and Annie’s stories and circumstances are different and they react in their own way to the truth. I found myself questioning them, sympathising with them, feeling for them, while hoping for the best solution for both families.

Beautifully-written, moving, and intense, The Swap addresses sensitive themes like IVF treatments, parenthood, and what makes a family, love or genetics? I was completely captured by The Swap and I highly recommend it!!!

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Fiona Mitchell is an award winning writer and has worked as a journalist for many years. She spent almost three years living in Singapore and now lives in London with her
husband and daughter. Her debut novel The Maid’s Room was published in 2017 .