Jaye’s Week…

This has been a very strange week.

Along with trying to organise the book launch for Ghost of a Chance and sending out the promo material for all those lovely people taking part; I have been battling with not feeling great. Coping with the new meds they have given me to help dissolve the blockage in my right coronary artery has not been a walk in the park.

My body doesn’t care for medications of any kind, never has, but I did hope this time might be different, considering what might happen if they don’t work. The thought of possibly having my ribs cracked and being opened like a filleted fish is scaring me silly.

I have endured a lot in my life, but something tells me this might be a bridge too far.

So, regardless of my fuzzy head, muscle cramps and nausea, I am determined to handle this problem my way. I have reviewed my diet and upped the amount of time I do yoga. At least I feel a little better with all these positive thoughts and actions!

This brings me to the reason for this post today.

Ghost of a Chance is now on pre-release on Amazon for just 99p. UK: and US:

A damaged detective, out of a job
A relationship on the rocks
What does the future hold for David Snow?
Just when he thought life couldn’t get any worse
A ghost with a grudge adds to his pain
A ghost hell-bent on stopping him from rebuilding his life…

Excerpt from Ghost of a Chance

It was pretty late when Alan Turner let himself in. He couldn’t hear the television, so he assumed making himself a cup of coffee was safe. Normally, he wasn’t allowed in her kitchen and forbidden to use the kettle, but he had been sitting outside in the car for the best part of an hour, and his mouth was dry.

The kettle had just switched itself off, and he was pouring the hot water into the cup when the voice of doom spoke from the doorway.

‘What the bloody hell are you doing in my kitchen?’

He didn’t answer or turn around. He figured she could see well enough what he was doing. It wouldn’t matter anyway, for she never liked anything he said. He casually picked up the cup and took a sip, even though it burned his mouth.

Before he knew what hit him, she had knocked the cup out of his hand, the hot coffee soaking through his clothes.

‘Clear that mess up and get out of my kitchen!’ She stood in front of him glaring, almost defying him to retaliate.

When he didn’t move, she raised her hand to hit him. Instinctively, he leaned forward and shoved her. He didn’t push hard, but she went backwards, striking her head on the door frame.

He expected all hell to break loose at that point, but she lay there, her eyes unfocused, making no effort to get up.

An old memory suddenly surfaced, and he saw his mother lying there, blood trickling out of her mouth and eyes, beaten to death by his stepfather. He was just seven years old and terrified of what would happen next. A neighbour had rescued him and called the police. Alan had spent the next few years in children’s homes, finally becoming free on his 16th birthday. His life continued to be unkind until he met his wife.

Looking down at the sprawled figure at his feet, he couldn’t bring himself to touch her to see if she was all right. If she wasn’t dead, he would know about it soon enough. He couldn’t stay in the house; fate had finally intervened, showing him the error of his misplaced loyalty. He left the house to sleep in his car, determined to find somewhere better to live in the morning.

In the guise of his mother-in-law, fate had decided he wouldn’t be leaving just yet. The following morning, desperate to use the toilet, he let himself into the house, praying she was asleep or still unconscious. Not only was she conscious, but she was smiling, and there was a cooked breakfast on the kitchen table, something she had never done before. Deciding to accept what appeared to be an olive branch, he waited to see what she was up to.

Over the bacon and eggs, she threatened to have him arrested for assault if he tried to leave. Not fooled for a minute by this new development, he wondered what game she was playing now. The obvious conclusion was that she didn’t want his torment or money to stop anytime soon.

It was a very subdued but disappointed man who went to work that day…

I know you are all busy and time is short, but if you could buy a copy; UK and the US and leave a few words on launch day, September 27th on Amazon, or Goodreads, you would make this old lady very happy.

Ghost of a Chance might be my last book (although I really hope not!), and I would love it to do well, just in case…

*** ARC copies are available on request in the comments ***

Just 15 Days to Go!

It has been a while since we ran a book tour, and since diving into the one for Ghost of a Chance, I am constantly surprised by how complicated it is.

I repeatedly wish I had started much earlier, as time is passing at an alarming speed, and I never seem to get everything necessary done.

It would help if I didn’t keep wanting to improve what I thought was already in the bag. Like yesterday, I decided that the assigned blurb for Ghost of a Chance simply wasn’t good enough.

Then I discovered the book file was the wrong font size. Yesterday was also Sunday, a family dinner day, so I was very busy trying to wear several different hats simultaneously. Something that used to be fun, but lately, not so much.

To round off my Sunday nicely, I then looked at my personal bio! (shock horror!)

I am fast becoming a one-job-at-a-time person…

Wish me luck?

Unknown Forces… #Poetry

Image by donterase from Pixabay 

Inside the mind, trouble swells
Next tick of the clock brings it nearer
to the people seated at the table
Eating food that has been prepared
Rushing the meal, chasing time
Cod on the menu, bone warning
Evening meal under moonlight
People take their chances
There is something bigger than time
       hidden between the fabric of space
Overshadowed by unknown forces
Rain, black as night covers the street
Souls ancient, dance between the shadows…

©AnitaDawes2022

#Monday Musing…

Here in the UK, it is already too hot to think. They say the weather will break tomorrow afternoon, with storms and a lot of rain. (Hopefully)

As my brain refuses to switch on this morning, I am thinking of doing a rain dance instead!

Keep cool, everyone, and pray for rain…

From Both of Us!

The Enthusiasm Wagon…

The tomatoes are growing!

Here we are again, it’s Monday, the sun is shining, every reason to feel optimistic…

But I don’t. Somehow, I fell off the enthusiasm wagon over the weekend. Not sure why, for there didn’t seem to be a reason. Maybe I just needed to chill out for a bit.

Trouble is, today, I can’t seem to find that bloody wagon!

I have been feeling a little uneasy lately, but nothing I could put my finger on. Just enough to make my thoughts wander. I need to be more organised, have more work scheduled, already written, that sort of thing. This simply must happen if we want to move on, or up in the writing world.

Marketing has been a bit of a non-entity this year, and for the life of me, I cannot remember when it stopped being at the top of our must-do list! These days there are so many things going on, it has become difficult to string several thoughts together in order to trigger the creative process.

Apart from the garden, which does see me occasionally. More duty than inspirational though, despite managing to grow our first tomatoes, as they must be watered. But for those few minutes, as I wander around spraying water, something magical happens and I come back inside in a much better mood.

Sunflowers

Now the weather is getting warmer, I think I will be working/writing outside. I’m not sure if this is where the enthusiasm wagon is parked, but it’s definitely not in my office!

Jaye

In the End… #Meme

And looking at those raindrops, the temperature is set to drop later today, and we might get some rain!

Macro Monday… #A Brand New Week!

Image by FelixMittermeier from Pixabay

Summer seems to have arrived here in the south of England.

Blue skies and sunshine, with a warm breeze, but a heatwave forecast at the end of the week!

The ripples in today’s image reminded me of last week’s frustrations, hoping that is all that remains of them as we begin a new and (hopefully) better week.

Last week, we had an inspection scheduled for Wednesday, which meant there was a lot of housework to catch up on. So far, so good, everything under control. The housework needed doing anyway.

Then everything came apart at the seams. The inspection was cancelled, our broadband malfunctioned, driving me batty. Add to the list a possible health worry for me and we had had enough.

I wasn’t happy that we weren’t coping very well with these quite small problems. They were all fixable and normally we would have taken it all in our stride. A peaceful weekend was needed, and luckily that’s what we got.

Two whole days of reading, writing and relaxing definitely removed the remains of the ripples!

Here’s hoping for a good week for all of us!

The Freedom Flag… #TankaTuesday#PoetryChallenge

#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 277: #Tastetherainbow-Color Poetry

Image by Gerhard C. from Pixabay
Colleen Chesebro