Having read and enjoyed 183 Times a Year, which this is the sequel to, I was thrilled to be able to be involved in this blog tour. I do have this book on my tbr pile but haven’t had the chance to read it yet so I have an extract today, as well as a giveaway, so read on and enjoy!
Release Date: 19th October 2017
Publisher: Urbane Publications
Genre: Contemporary fiction, women’s fiction
It’s not a life, it’s an adventure!
Lizzie is fast approaching 50. Her once angst ridden teenage daughters, now grown and in their twenties, have flown the nest, Cassie to London and Maisy to Australia. And, although Connor, Lizzie’s sulky, surly teenage son, is now on his own tormented passage to adulthood, his quest to get there, for the most part, is a far quieter journey than that of his sisters. The hard years, Lizzie believes, are behind her. Only, things are never quite as black and white as they seem… A visit to her daughter in London leaves Lizzie troubled. And that is just the start. Add to that an unexpected visitor, a disturbing phone call, a son acting suspiciously, a run in with her ex husband plus a new man in her life who quite simply takes her breath away; Lizzie quickly realises life is something that happens while plans are being made. Gritty but tender, thought provoking but light-hearted, dark but brilliantly funny, this is a story of contemporary family life in all its 21st century glory. A story of mothers and sons, of fathers and daughters, of brothers and sisters, and friends. A tale of love and loss, of friendships and betrayals, and coming of age. Nobody said it would be easy and as Lizzie knows only too well, life is never straightforward when you see all the colours in between.
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Thank you, god of chaos, as if today hasn’t been stressful enough. Thanks to the shat-nav in my car, I arrived at Haversham Hall, historic stately home of the notable Haversham family, an hour later than anticipated. An annual event, now in its tenth year, the Haversham Literary Festival is, apparently, the brainchild of the current Lord of the Manor, Henry Haversham. When the family fell on financial hard times, leading to the possibility of losing their beautiful home and gardens, it was the rather forward-thinking Lord Haversham that could see the potential of sharing the family’s grand house, and equally grand gardens, with the general public; for a generous fee, of course.
After parking my car in the allotted space, where a large wooden stand displayed my name, I jumped out of my car and headed for the door. Somewhat flustered by my lateness I then spent ten minutes trying to push the pull door in to the main entrance, only to be saved by someone who looked remarkably like Stephen King. I thanked the stranger, who held the door open for me and walked on. However, the stranger, who may or may have not been one of the world’s most successful and prolific authors, insisted on opening a succession of other doors for me as he, too, headed towards the main hall, bringing me out in a cold sweat as I realised I was quickly running out of ways to say “thank you.” Having deployed; thank you, cheers, ta, thanks, and nice one, I quickly scuttled off in search of Michelle but hopefully not Oliver.
I found her hovering by the main stage where a couple of comfy looking chairs and a small coffee table had been placed in readiness for a number of Author Q&A’s and interviews that had been booked over the next four days. I swallowed hard and felt my legs turn to jelly as I looked around and realised how fast the hall was filling up with people who had come to listen to me talk. I had attended this major literary event many times in the past, as a reader, this time I was here as a writer. With a little less than ten minutes to go (shielding my gaze from Oliver) Michelle draped a lanyard with a name badge attached, my name emblazoned in bold, black letters, over my head and introduced me to Michael, the appointed compére for my Author Q&A session. We shook hands and I followed him onto the stage. Somehow I managed to trip and head-butt him straight in the mouth as he turned to show me my seat. This saw us both flying across the stage, with me eventually lying astride my traumatised presenter when we both finally skidded to a halt. And, just to add insult to injury, Michael gained a fat, bloody lip to boot. Poor man. It was obvious he was in pain because he winced every time he asked me a question.
Forty minutes (and several hundred apologies to Michael) later, listening to a playback of my Q&A session (kindly recorded by Michelle) I have now decided, upon hearing my recorded voice, it would be criminal for me to ever talk publicly again. And now, mid-afternoon and having a book signing to attend to, I find the familiar waves of nausea, which are far too familiar to my person of late, wash over me with uncomfortable immediacy.
I look up and see a snake-like line of people politely forming an orderly queue in front of me. I sit down in front of the desk provided and take several large swigs of water from the complimentary bottle provided. A streak of yellow sun streams through the entrance to the marquee and a noisy throng of people gather to look at various bookstands or commissioned works of art by local artists. Looking down the line of readers eager to purchase a signed copy of my book, I am both overwhelmed and forever grateful to those willing to spend their precious time and money on the half-crazed ramblings of a middle-aged woman, such that I am.
Eva Jordan, born in Kent but living most of her life in a small Cambridgeshire town, describes herself as a lover of words, books, travel and chocolate. She is also partial to the odd glass or two of wine. Providing her with some of the inspiration for her novels, Eva is both a mum and step mum to four grown-up children. Her career has been varied including working within the library service and at a women’s refuge. She writes a monthly column for a local magazine and currently works as a volunteer for a charity based organisation that teaches adults to read. However, storytelling through the art of writing is her passion. All The Colours In Between is Eva’s second novel.
If you want to know more you can find Eva at all the usual places. She loves to hear from readers and reviewers so please feel free to contact her.