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Blog Tour




So this is my first ever blog tour to promote the release of a new book.  I’m being hosted by a fabulous set of bloggers. A massive thank you to them all for having me.





Dates for your diary

2nd November

To begin with I’m staying more or less local. Post 1 is hosted by Lindsay Bamfield who I met through a North West London writing group. It was run by Stewart Permutt and was the most welcoming group ever to grace the face of the planet. I was introduced to it by my good friend Barbara Hartridge. Even though getting there and back was a major trek on the North Circular, I stayed in this writing group for almost 4 years while it was run out of various venues, including a room at Alexandra Palace.

9th November

Next I’m off to Sheffield where Post 2 is hosted by the lovely Anna Caig’s reading blog. Anna and I met in a bakery while I was visiting my Sheffield BF. Anna blogs about books she’s read in her ever growing home library and her family’s obsession with James Bond films. Since our meeting she’s guest blogged for me and also reviewed one of my books. As with all things North of the Thames, this liaison promises to be a fruitful one. Long may it continue.

15th November

Post 3 is all the way over in Oz – Adelaide to be precise. This is thanks to the magic of the internet and the wonderful online contacts I’ve made since joining The Alliance of Independent Authors. Fellow author, Lisa White, was looking for indie authors who write Magic Realism or Urban Paranormal to interview or review.  I jumped at the chance as there are few people who even recognise Magic Realism as a genre. Since our initial messages on Facebook, Lisa and I have become regular correspondents via social media. This is evidence the internet can be a force for good.


29th November

Finally I’m back in the UK for Post 4. This transpired as I follow Naomi on Twitter and have always envisaged her being something like Jacqueline Wilson’s illustrated mum due to her Twitter handle - @tattooed_mummy. It turns out my tattooed mummy has only one tattoo but I find her posts on Twitter off the wall and highly entertaining. So when she put out a call for authors to interview for her blog I was quick to jump in the queue.


I invite you all to join me on my blog tour through the parts of the UK I’ve come to know and love well with a lay-over in Adelaide.


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