Mince Pies and Mistletoe at the Christmas Market by Heidi Swain


I recently attended a blogger, author and publisher party thanks to lovely Sara-Jade, Project Manager at Books and the City, and in my goody bag was a copy of Mince Pies and Mistletoe at the Christmas Market by Heidi Swain. Mince Pies and Mistletoe at the Christmas Market was published by Simon and Schuster on 17th November 2016 and is available for purchase in e-book and papaerback here.

Mince Pies and Mistletoe at the Christmas Market


Christmas has arrived in the town of Wynbridge and it promises mince pies, mistletoe and a whole host of seasonal joy.

 Ruby has finished with university and is heading home for the holidays to save up for her trip around the world in January. Against her father’s wishes, she takes on a stall at the local market, and sets about making it the best Christmas market stall ever. There’ll be bunting and mistletoe and maybe even a bit of mulled wine.

But with a new retail park just opened on their doorstep, the market is under threat. So together with all the other stallholders, Ruby devises a plan to make sure that Wynbridge is the first port of call for everyone’s Christmas shopping needs.

The only thing standing in her way is Ruby’s ex, Steve. It’s pretty hard to concentrate on saving the world when he works on the stall opposite, especially when she realises that her feelings for him are still there…

This Christmas make time for some winter sparkle – and see who might be under the mistletoe this year…

My Review of Mince Pies and Mistletoe at the Christmas Market

Ruby is back in Wynbridge having dropped out of her masters degree. The trouble is, she hasn’t moved on as much as she’d hoped from her small Fenland town.

I really enjoyed this entertaining festive read. Firstly the setting of Mince Pies and Mistletoe at the Christmas Market really appealed to me as I live in a small Fenland market town not far from the Peterborough mentioned in the story and I felt Heidi Swain had captured the essence of the area very authentically. I could easily picture the settings in my mind’s eye so which helped the story feel very realistic.

Whilst the narrative has a romantic theme and there is, as one would expect, a heavy reliance on the traditions of Christmas, I also thought there was a real depth to the story too. The sub-plot of Ruby’s Dad, Robert, was very well handled and surprising so that this wasn’t just a will they/won’t they chick lit. There is an honesty to the plot – life is not all wonderful in these settings and people do have to work hard to make a go of such places as the market featured in this story.

I appreciated the range of characters too. There is a sufficiently large cast to ensure enough variety, but somehow each character earns their place in the story and doesn’t feel extraneous, meaning that these become people the reader cares about. I really wanted Ruby and Steve to have a happy ending, but you’ll have to read the book to find out if that’s the case.

An element that surprised me in a way was the quality of ideas for small town regeneration. I think many a struggling market town could benefit from reading what initially appears a chick lit Christmas read. In Mince Pies and Mistletoe at the Christmas Market there are some excellent and achievable ideas that actually inspired me to want to be more creative. This is very effective writing.

So, if you’re looking for a romantic seasonal Christmas read that has conflict, depth and creative ideas to keep your attention throughout, you can’t go wrong with Mince Pies and Mistletoe at the Christmas Market by Heidi Swain.

About Heidi Swain


Although passionate about writing from an early age, Heidi Swain gained a degree in Literature, flirted briefly with a newspaper career, married and had two children before she finally plucked up the courage to join a creative writing class and take her literary ambitions seriously.

A lover of Galaxy bars, vintage paraphernalia and the odd bottle of fizz, she now writes contemporary fiction and enjoys the company of a whole host of feisty female characters.

Heidi can be found at the keyboard at all hours of the day and night and quite often scribbling longhand in her car during her lunch break. She lives in stunning south Norfolk with her wonderful family and a mischievous cat called Storm.

Her debut novel, The Cherry Tree Cafe, was published on July 16th, 2015 and became an Amazon bestseller.


All Heidi’s books are available here. You can follow Heidi on Twitter and visit her blog.

Setting and Characters, a Guest Post by Julieann Dove, Author of The Secret He Keeps


Having featured Julieann Dove here on Linda’s Book Bag before, I’m pleased to host a return visit with Prism Book Tours to celebrate Julieann’s latest release The Secret He Keeps. The Secret He Keeps is out today, 8th December 2016, and is available for purchase here.

I’m delighted to be hosting a guest post from Julieann Dove all about the setting and characters for The Secret He Keeps as well as a giveaway for US readers at the bottom of this blog post.

The Secret He Keeps


Dr. Rachel Miller has no recollection of what happened that night she climbed in the car with her husband and he drove recklessly into a tree. She has no clue as to why she survived and he didn’t. Nor does she understand why strangers are coming up to her on the street and telling her things she can’t recall about a life that seems so long ago. But Dane Stone knows.

Dane Stone is Rachel’s business partner…and her deceased husband’s best friend. He knows about the notes, the hotel receipt, and the reason she got in the car that night. It’s for her protection that he keeps the secret, but inside he’s dying to tell her.

The Setting and Characters for The Secret He Keeps

A Guest Post by Julieanne Dove


The setting takes place in Mystic, Connecticut. This is a place my family visits once a year. As you may know, the movie, Mystic Pizza took place there. It was Julia Roberts’ first real acting gig, I believe.  I absolutely love that movie, so I thought, ‘what about another story that originates from there?’ And there I had it. My very own creation from a place I simply adore. You’ve got to visit if you get a chance and are on the east coast. It’s very quaint, and quite lovely. Don’t forget to visit Mystic Pizza. They play the movie on repeat and the pizza is out of this world!

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The characters in my book involve a girl and two guys—one living and one not so much. He does come back in rare flashbacks. Rachel is a recent widow, suffering from survivor’s guilt and a slight mishap of temporary amnesia from the traumatic accident. Her husband, Scott, died while driving them home one night. He was Rachel’s everything. She had him so far up on a pedestal, she could never imagine him falling from grace. But he did. (You’ll find out how she tripped up, by the end of the book!) And Dane, my second guy, was witness to it. He is Rachel’s business partner, and her husband’s best friend. Consequently, he is also in love with Rachel. He just has to wait until she’s ready to hear it…

About Julieann Dove


Julieann lives in Virginia, yet longs to live everywhere else. It doesn’t come as a surprise that along with her gypsy soul, comes an active imagination. That’s why she loves to write and invent worlds and people, so that she can formulate their happily ever after. Hobbies include cooking new recipes, sewing, and spending time with her cute boyfriend/husband and five fabulous children. Vacations happen in Nantucket or the Carolina beaches–anywhere there is inspiration for her next book. One day she hopes to travel to Italy, drive one of those little cars around the countryside, and speak the language fluently! Please sign up for her newsletter to find out about new releases by clicking here!

You will find more about Julieann Dove on Goodreads, Facebook, and Pinterest and by following her on Twitter.

Lucky US readers can also enter to win a signed copy or an e-book of another of Julieann’s books, Waking Amy, by clicking here.


The Reading Group: January by Della Parker


I really enjoyed reading The Reading Group: December by Della Parker so I was delighted to be offered the chance to read The Reading Group: January via Netgalley. You can read my review of The Reading Group: December here and the e-book is currently free here.

The Reading Group: January, part two in the Reading Group Series, was published by Quercus on 1st December 2016 and is available for purchase in e-book here.

The Reading Group: January


Anne-Marie has always considered herself a bit of a matchmaker – never mind that she’s only got one real success under her belt. And this year she’s determined to up her game: Little Sanderton’s singles could certainly benefit from her expertise!

But while Anne Marie thinks she knows what’s best for everyone else, her own life couldn’t be less of a fairytale romance. Between looking after her cranky father and running her own business, she doesn’t have time for a relationship. Her friends in the Reading Group know better though: after all, love can be found in the most unexpected of places . . .

This January the Reading Group is tackling Jane Austen’s Emma . . . but who’s got time for fiction when romance is in the air?

My Review of The Reading Group: January

This month the reading group are tackling Emma by Jane Austen, but Anne-Marie is so busy interfering in other people’s love lives she hasn’t got time to read the book and maybe she should.

Initially this story didn’t appeal as much as the December one and it took me a while to get into the rhythm of it. However, on reflection, I think that is a strength of the story because Emma is my least favourite of Austen’s works and I think I may have found the resonances too strong, reminding me of my own prejudices. It didn’t have the emotional pull of Grace’s December story for me as it is more light hearted.

That said, the more I read the more I enjoyed it and January is a highly entertaining read, feeling more like chick-lit than December. Anne-Marie is so well defined as a character, busybodying in other people’s relationships so that she hasn’t actually got a love of her own. As the story went along I really warmed to her and wanted her to be lucky in love too. This may only be a novella of just over 90 pages, but the characters are never two dimensional, but rather they feel real and human.

I liked the humour presented, mostly through Anne-Marie’s matchmaking efforts, that made The Reading Group: January the kind of read just right for a commute or cold winter’s afternoon. It doesn’t matter if the reader hasn’t encountered the first story in this series as January stands alone perfectly and you certainly don’t need to have read Emma. I’m looking forward to encountering The Reading Group: February as the reading group are embarking on Lady Chatterley’s Lover and I’m dying to know what Della Parker makes of that! It’s sure to be entertaining.

About Della Parker


Della Parker lives in a Dorset village with her two large hounds.

Before becoming a writer she worked as a Customer Services Manager for a water company. Solving customer complaints is not a million miles away from solving plot problems, so Della thinks her former life was quite a good background for a writer. And of course there were the wonderful characters she met.

When Della is not writing she enjoys running marathons and going to the gym for long workouts. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have the time to pursue these worthwhile hobbies as often as she’d like to – as she much prefers writing!

All the books in Della’s Reading Group Series are available here.

You can follow Della on Twitter and visit her website here. You’ll also find her on Facebook.

On Location, a Guest Post by Alli Sinclair, Author of Under the Spanish Stars by


I adore travel as much as (and possibly more than, dare I say it) reading, so it gives me great pleasure to welcome Alli Sinclair to Linda’s Book Bag today in celebration of Under the Spanish Stars as Alli tells us all about the exotic locations for her books.

Under the Spanish Stars is published today, 6th December 2016, by Lyrical Press, an imprint of Kensington and is available for purchase in e-book and paperback from Amazon UK, Amazon US, iBooks, Google Play, Kobo and from Barnes and Noble.

Under the Spanish Stars


Amid the vivid beauty of Granada, a woman entrusted with unraveling a family secret will discover the truth about her heritage – and the alluring promise of love…

When her beloved grandmother falls ill, Charlotte Kavanagh will do whatever she asks of her—even if it means traveling to a country that broke her abuela’s heart. Can an unsigned painting of a flamenco dancer unlock the secrets of her grandmother’s youth in Spain? To find the answers she needs, Charlotte must convince the charismatic and gifted musician, Mateo Vives to introduce her to a secluded gypsy clan.

The enigmatic Mateo speaks the true language of flamenco, a culture Charlotte must learn to appreciate if she wants to understand her grandmother’s past–and the flamenco legend that has moved souls to beauty, and bodies to the heights of passion. As Mateo leads her into the captivating world of the music and the dance, Charlotte embraces her own long-denied creative gift and the possibility of a future rich with joy…

On Location

A Guest Post by Alli Sinclair

I’m delighted to be celebrating the release of Under the Spanish Stars with all of you. Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Linda!

(You’re very welcome Alli)


I love to write stories set in exotic destinations that have family saga, mystery, and a touch of romance. My first book, Midnight Serenade, was set in Argentina and my next release will be Under the Parisian Sky, set (surprisingly!) in Paris (available from July 2017). I have been lucky enough to travel and live in some amazing parts of the world, and one of the aspects I love when travelling is learning about the country’s culture and history. I have Spanish ancestry so I was naturally drawn to setting a book there and when I was trying to figure out which part of Spain, I remembered the amazing and mysterious flamenco caves in Granada. From there the idea expanded into a multi-generational saga, with a decades old mystery, and a young woman on a quest to discover her heritage that has been shrouded in secrecy. That was when Under the Spanish Stars was born.


One of the reasons I like setting my books in foreign destinations is that the country’s culture and history can become a character in its own right. Elements such as weather, politics, music, art, and war, can have profound influences on the human characters in a story, and I pay just as much attention to the setting as I do with human characters. I think it’s entirely possible for readers to develop strong feelings one way or the other with the setting of a book. Have you ever read a story where the sights, smells, and atmosphere feel so very real that you could be standing in that country in that moment, even if it’s set one hundred years ago? I love that feeling and that’s what I aim to create in my books—a chance for readers to go on a journey of the senses and emotions and immerse themselves in a world they may never get the chance to visit. And for readers who have been to that destination, it’s a opportunity to revisit and reminisce.

As with all my books, they require in-depth research and I have been lucky enough to have flamenco and history experts help with Under the Spanish Stars. Through this research I uncovered some little known facts about flamenco and how it was heavily influenced by Spain’s political climate when General Franco ruled. In fact, in all three of my books, the stories explore how dance and music have had a strong effect on the politics of the country they are set in—tango and Argentina, flamenco and Spain, and the Ballets Russes in France.

Writing Under the Spanish Stars was such a delight. Spain is full of colour, a fascinating melting pot of cultures, breathtaking natural and man-made settings, and history that is intriguing and diverse—the perfect country to set a story with an emotional, cultural and geographical journey.

About Alli Sinclair


Alli Sinclair is a multi award-winning author of books that combine travel, mystery, and romance. An adventurer at heart, Alli has climbed some of the world’s highest mountains and immersed herself in an array of exotic destinations, cultures, and languages. Alli’s stories capture the romance and thrill of exploring new destinations and cultures that also take readers on a journey of discovery.

You can find out more on Alli’s website, on Facebook, Goodreads and by following her on Twitter. If you would like to be part of Alli’s VIP Club with free membership and a chance to receive giveaways and competitions especially for members, you can sign up here.

An Extract and Giveaway: Hell is Empty by Conrad Williams

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Having previously interviewed Conrad Williams, author of Hell is Empty here on Linda’s Book Bag, I’m delighted to be part of the launch Celebrations for Hell is Empty, book three in the Joel Sorrell series. Hell is Empty was published by Titan on 25th November 2016 and is available for purchase in e-book and paperback here and through following the publisher links.

Today I have an extract for you from Hell is Empty and the chance for readers in the UK, Canada and the US to enter to win one of three paperback copies of the book.

Hell is Empty

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Private Investigator Joel Sorrell is exhausted and drinking hard, sustained only by a hopeful yet baffling note from his estranged daughter, Sarah. An SOS from an old flame whose child has been kidnapped gives him welcomed distraction, but the investigation raises more questions than answers. Then comes the news that his greatest enemy has escaped from prison with a score to settle. With Joel’s life and the remnants of his family at stake, any chance of peace depends on the silencing of his nemesis once and for all. But an unexpected obstacle stands in his way…

An Extract from  Hell is Empty

The flat, without Mengele, was quiet and grey. He really brought the place to life, even if his raison d’être was to deliver death unto all. I retrieved my laptop from behind the sofa cushion and stuffed it in a rucksack. I looked around the flat longingly, wishing I could stay, but it was too risky. It was mid-afternoon, the sun leaving the sky, which was turning the colour of petrol. I’d suffered a long wait coming back, the motorway reduced to one lane because of an accident. I was hungry and tired, but I was always hungry and tired. I’d forgotten what it felt like to be rested and replete.

I went out the way I’d come, stealthy as a ninja wearing slippers. Back in the car. Back on the road. The whole operation had taken just over five minutes.


Well, there was a car behind me.

London, you say. No shit, you say.

And yes, it may well have been my paranoid guardian angel whispering away in my ear, but part of me was trying to persuade me that I’d seen the car earlier, as I had arrived. Not that it was particularly remarkable. Just a silver-coloured Skoda Octavia. Two people sitting in it. But I’d noticed it, even if only peripherally via the sleepy back brain. And I’d noticed it again now, as I drove through Marylebone in the direction of Marble Arch. I kept telling myself it was nothing, that I was reacting like a hair trigger, and that at every roundabout or traffic light they would turn a different way and I could laugh at myself for being the world’s biggest tool. But they kept on after me, staying three or four car lengths clear, staying on me even when there were cars or buses between us. I turned left and turned left and turned left until I was back where I started and they were still there. It was as if they didn’t care that I could see them. They were relentless.

And so now what? They were either Tann’s lot or Mawker’s lot. I could either try to lose them or I could confront them. There was something attractive about that: blocking them at a red light and swinging the door open. If it was Mawker’s lot, they might just tell me to get back in the car and stop acting like John Wayne. If it was Tann’s lot, I might just be turned into a fine red mist. But then if they were after me to kill me they could have done that already. Who’d have thought being followed could be such a brainteaser?

Lose them, then. And do it quick. I dropped into second and hurled the car into a side street, got up to third. Touch the brakes and hard right, really make those tyres sing. I opened the window and listened. An engine protesting – but it could just have been the echoes of my own as I toed it through built-up areas. I slalomed left and right down a series of streets. I was near Brompton now, around the back of the V&A museum, heading towards Sloane Square. I planned ahead: charge across Chelsea Bridge and get on to Nine Elms Lane, try to find somewhere to hide in the little jungle of warehouses, depots and distribution offices between the river and the railway line.

I was close to the south side of the bridge, Battersea Power Station like a table turned turtle to my left, when I heard and felt a pop just above my head. There was a sting of pain: blood started leaking into my left eye. I turned to see a bullet hole just to the left of the rear window. I hadn’t been shot (but I wondered by how many centimetres… or millimetres… I’d escaped the bullet); it was a metal splinter that had grazed my forehead. Looked worse than it was. I was more put out that they’d damaged the Saab than the fact they’d got their shooters out in broad daylight after all.

I wellied it, and came screaming through Queen’s Circus at the foot of Battersea Park at close on fifty miles per hour.

Another pop: one of the tyres shredded and control went walkabout. I managed to steady the car somewhat, but she was drifting and the steering wheel was becoming more and more unresponsive until it felt as if I was trying to wrestle it free of an invisible grizzly, intent on mashing us into the wall. I got over the railway bridge but by then I could hear ominous grinding from under the car so I brought her to a stop and got out smartish, tense against the sound of an engine throttling up, and a third shot, which I might or might not hear.

I sprinted along the main drag, looking for a place where I’d be able to shake off my pursuers, but they were stickier than a teenager’s sock. I thought about crossing the road and trying my luck in New Covent Garden Market, but here they came. If I tried to get over the road now I’d be in full sight of them: they’d turn me into chunky Joel salsa. I heard the squeal of brakes and car doors charging open. No voices. No entreaties to stop. Death was all over their lack of vocabulary. Silent. Final.

I did hear the gunshot when it came, for the record, as it whanged off a length of metal fence about a foot from my left ear. I couldn’t help thinking, uncharitably, that had Mawker shown the same kind of commitment and effort over the years then Tann might have been apprehended long before all of this had ever happened and Sarah would still be at home.

I jinked left down Kirtling Street, Battersea Power Station just up ahead. The site traffic entrance was heavily populated by guys in orange jackets who watched, bemusedly, as I came clattering by. They disappeared too, though, when they heard the gun fire. I don’t know if it was because of the acoustics or whether I’d put some distance between us, but it sounded as if that shot had originated further away than before. I risked a glance back but couldn’t see anything. I kept going along depressingly colourless access roads, past rusting gates topped with razor wire. The tarmac here was layered with pale dust. Cement, most probably. Another shot. Close to my foot; I saw sparks fly off the blacktop. Time slowed. I heard the breath in my lungs churning through each bronchiole. I felt the pulse of blood reach every capillary extreme. Ahead was a squat building with metal shutters and niggardly-looking windows. To the left was a ready mix plant dominated by a mound of sand twenty feet high. Warning signs were plastered all over the gates:


On, past a rank of front-end loading static bins. To the right, construction barriers and signs warning that demolition was in progress, but over the fence it was just flat concrete and a single lobster-red digger. Nowhere to hide. In front of me a host of vans and more hi-vis and helmets.

‘Help me,’ I gasped.

Another gunshot. One of the construction guys went down holding what remained of his knee between two suddenly crimson hands. His screams echoed off the acres of pristine glass on the new residential area behind him.

Fuck it, I thought, and charged through the lot of them before they knew what was happening. They were all either trying to help their colleague or fleeing the scene anyway. Nobody cared that I was bolting for the main doors and the millions of square feet beyond. A luxury collection of spacious suites and 1, 2 and 3 bedroom apartments and penthouses, the banners gushed. Last few remaining. It could have been describing my nerves.



Open in the UK, Canada and the US only I’m afraid. Giveaway closes at midnight UK time on Tuesday 13th December 2016. Click here to enter to win one of three paperback copies of Hell is Empty by Conrad Williams.

About Conrad Williams


Conrad Williams is the author of seven novels, four novellas and two collections of short stories. He has won two major prizes for his novels. One was the winner of the August Derleth award for Best Novel, (British Fantasy Awards 2010), while The Unblemished won the International Horror Guild Award for Best Novel in 2007.

Conrad Williams is an associate lecturer at Edge Hill University. He lives in Manchester, UK, with his wife, three sons and a monster Maine Coon.

You can find more about Conrad Williams on his website and follow him on Twitter. You will also find him on Facebook.

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Living Locations, a Guest Post by Rachel Amphlett, author of Scared to Death


I’m thrilled to be part of the launch celebrations for Scared to Death by Rachel Amphlett. Scared to Death is published today 6th December 2016 by Saxon and is available in paperback here.

To celebrate today’s publication, Rachel has kindly provided a guest post all about setting for her new Detective Kay Hunter series.

Scared to Death


A serial killer murdering for kicks.

A detective seeking revenge.

When the body of a snatched schoolgirl is found in an abandoned biosciences building, the case is first treated as a kidnapping gone wrong.

But Detective Kay Hunter isn’t convinced, especially when a man is found dead with the ransom money still in his possession.

When a second schoolgirl is taken, Kay’s worst fears are realised.

With her career in jeopardy and desperate to conceal a disturbing secret, Kay’s hunt for the killer becomes a race against time before he claims another life.

For the killer, the game has only just begun…

Living Locations

A Guest Post by Rachel Amphlett

I’ve always been a traveller at heart, and especially now that I currently live in Brisbane, Australia and am the proud owner of two passports, one Australian and the other EU.

Until recently, I’ve had to do a lot of the research for my writing via the internet. The sheer danger associated with some of the locations in my espionage novels has meant that I couldn’t travel to those places, even if I wanted to!

So when the nugget of an idea for a new character first popped into my head earlier this year, I was actually quite excited that I’d be able to base the series around my old stomping ground of Maidstone in Kent.

I lived on the outskirts of Maidstone between 2002 and 2005 before emigrating, and because we have family and friends in the area, it’s meant I’ve been able to return there every couple of years. Some things have changed, of course – the centre has been redeveloped in the intervening years, and I discovered a whole new dual carriageway that I really don’t recall being there in 2005 (!), but for the most part, familiar surroundings have made writing in a new sub genre a little easier.

What has changed for me since moving away is that I now view Maidstone through different eyes – that of a tourist. I have to admit, I took for granted how close we were to the countryside when living in Weavering – we used to walk our old dog, Odo, across the railway line and over a field into Bearsted, returning home via a pub (hey, it’s traditional English dog walking thing to do – don’t judge me!).

I used to work in the town during that time, and would sometimes have to walk to work along the A20 – the same route that one of my victims takes on her way home – trust me, I know what it’s like walking along there at night when it’s raining and cars are splashing through puddles – I’ve been soaked through plenty of times!

When I was writing Scared to Death, I was therefore able to use a mixture of my own memories, a recent trip back, and Google Earth to create the world within which my characters live and work. I tried to keep the locations as close as possible to real life, but there are a few exceptions to that rule – I think that’s okay in fiction.

For now, the Kay Hunter series will stay in the Maidstone area, although of course I’ll be including a bit of artistic licence around that – but rest assured, there are plenty of locations I’ve got lined up that will keep Kay and the team very busy for the foreseeable future, and it gives me a great excuse when I’m next back in the area to walk around and seek out new areas for story ideas!

About Rachel Amphlett

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Rachel Amphlett is the bestselling author of the Dan Taylor espionage novels and the new Detective Kay Hunter crime thriller series, as well as a number of standalone crime thrillers.

Originally from the UK and currently based in Brisbane, Australia, Rachel’s novels appeal to a worldwide audience, and have been compared to Robert Ludlum, Lee Child and Michael Crichton.

She is a member of International Thriller Writers and the Crime Writers Association, with the Italian foreign rights for her debut novel, White Gold, being sold to Fanucci Editore’s TIMECrime imprint in 2014.


An advocate for knowledge within the publishing industry, Rachel is always happy to share her experiences to a wider audience through her blogging and speaking engagements.

You can visit Rachel’s website, find her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter.

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Giveaway and Extract from Don’t Mean a Thing by Renee Conoulty


It’s so exciting to be part of the launch celebrations for Don’t Mean a Thing by Renee Conoulty as I’ve been following Renee since I began blogging and now she’s a published author.

Don’t Mean a Thing was published by Kindred Ink Press on 2nd November 2016 and is available for purchase from Amazon USAmazon UKAmazon AUSiTunesBarnes and NobleKobo and Smashwords.

Not only do I have a guest post from Renee and an extract from Don’t Mean a Thing, but there’s a chance for you to enter to win a copy of Don’t Mean a Thing at the bottom of this blog post.

Don’t Mean a Thing


What if you finally took the lead, but life refused to follow?

Thirty-year-old introvert, Macie Harman, has finally found a career she is passionate about, and after months of training, she’s begun her new job in the Royal Australian Air Force. Leaving behind her family, friends, and the life she knew, Macie has travelled to the other side of the country where the only person she knows is Rachael, the extroverted girl she went through basic training with. Everywhere Macie goes, Rachael is there too.

While looking for a way to widen her circle of friends in her new town, Macie discovers a local swing dancing class. The jazz music captures her heart, and Matt, the sexy swing dancer, sweeps her off her feet. Matt has claimed the tropical Northern Territory as home and has no plans to leave. He loves his teaching career with its predictable routine and has a great bunch of friends. All he wants now is the right girl to make his house a home.

Military life is tougher than Macie expected, and not everyone can deal with the inevitable separations and last minute changes. Is this exciting but unpredictable life something Macie wants to fight for, or could she give it up and put down roots with Matt?

An Extract From Don’t Mean A thing

I stared out my window, trying to take it all in. Glimpses of a golf course. A bridge. Palm trees. Two rockets jutting up from the ground. Before I knew it, the taxi pulled into a parking space before the boom gate.

“You’ll have to walk from here, love. No taxis on the base.”

“That’s okay, I’ve got a lift.” I spotted Rachael waving from the car next to us. I passed him the military issued cab charge card and transferred my luggage into Rachael’s boot.

“Macie!” Rachael squealed, throwing her arms around me. Her blonde mane whipped into my face.“I hope you get a room in my block. Let’s go get your key.”

She shoved me towards the passenger side. I clambered in, pulling a strand of hair from my mouth. After presenting our ID cards to the security officer, Rachael drove on. The boom gate dropped behind us, closing off the civilian world.

Here we were, the Royal Australian Air Force Base Darwin, in the tropical Top End of the Northern Territory of Australia.


Rachael pulled up outside an older building.

“Here’s admin,” she said.

“Thanks. I’ll be back in a minute or two.”

“Don’t be silly. I’ll come with you and make sure you get a good room.”

Rachael trailed into the office behind me.

“Hello. Can I help you?” The receptionist greeted.

“Yes, please. I’m ACW Macie Harman. I’m posting in today, and I need to organise my accommodation and all the other things on this list.” I unfolded the joining instructions.

“Welcome to Darwin.” She replied with a smile. She wasn’t wearing a uniform. I was surprised that not everyone who worked on the base was military.

“Can Macie have the spare room in building twenty-nine?” Rachael asked.

The Top End

A Guest Post by Renee Conoulty

Most people know that the seasons in Australia and the rest of the Southern Hemisphere are the opposite to the Northern Hemisphere. While most people associate Christmas with cold snowy weather – we turn on the air-conditioning so that we can cope with wearing Santa hats while unwrapping our presents. My kids are even more confused, because we didn’t even have Summer in Darwin. Now that we’ve moved to New South Wales, I’ve had to explain the four seasons to them. In the Top End, we only had two seasons – the dry season and the wet season (also known as the hot season and the sweaty season). The temperature is fairly consistent all year round – mid 30s (Celcius) but the humidity increases dramatically in the wet season along with the thunderstorms and risk of cyclones.

I remember the first time I stepped out of a plane and walked across the tarmac in the tropical north of Australia. I was 17 and had flown from Ballarat, Victoria to Cairns in North Queensland to spend ten days up in the rainforest assisting a scientific research team. I remember feeling like I’d stepped into the butterfly enclosure at the Melbourne zoo. The humidity wrapped around me and I struggled to breathe. And that was in July.

Nothing could prepare me for the build up and the following wet season in Darwin. They call it troppo season for a reason. It sends you slightly mad. Unless you are sitting quietly in an air-conditioned room, you’re sweating.

Whenever I hung the washing on the line (in the morning so I could bring it in before the afternoon storm), I did so in my pyjamas. I didn’t want to soil another outfit and create more laundry. One load of washing would have me pouring with sweat and desperate for a shower.

Walking the kids from the school carpark to their classroom would send beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. We lived walking distance from the school, but I couldn’t comprehend walking in the wet season.

When I actually attempted physical exertion, I discovered shin sweat. Did you know that could even happen?

I also discovered that sweating bucket-loads unfortunately doesn’t burn calories.

About Renee Conoulty


Renee Conoulty is an Australian Air Force wife and mother of two. Her debut chick lit novel, Don’t Mean a Thing, is now available through Kindred Ink Press.

When she’s not devouring books, reviewing and blogging on HeySaidRenee, or writing her own stories, Renee can be found swing dancing. Or possibly napping. She tweets about reading and reviewing via HeySaidRenee and about writing, military life and dancing via ReneeConoulty, but hasn’t created a handle for nap talk yet.

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