Monday, September 17, 2018

Take Me, I'm Yours by Lizzie Lamb - Book Tour


Take Me, I’m Yours 


India Buchanan plans to set up an English-Style bed and breakfast establishment in her great-aunt’s home, MacFarlane’s Landing, Wisconsin. But she’s reckoned without opposition from Logan MacFarlane whose family once owned her aunt’s house and now want it back. MacFarlane is in no mood to be denied. His grandfather’s living on borrowed time and Logan has vowed to ensure the old man sees out his days in their former home. India’s great-aunt has other ideas and has threatened to burn the house to the ground before she lets a MacFarlane set foot in it. There’s a story here. One the family elders aren’t prepared to share. When India finds herself in Logan’s debt, her feelings towards him change. However, the past casts a long shadow and events conspire to deny them the love and happiness they both deserve. Can India and Logan’s love overcome all odds? Or is history about to repeat itself?

For the duration of the blog tour - Take Me, I'm Yours will be downloadable for 99p



Extract (3) 702 words
Context: Logan MacFarlane has a wild streak, one hidden beneath a business suit and a smooth manner. From the moment of their first meeting, India Buchanan has got under his skin and destroyed his composure. They have crossed swords and exchanged hot words over the ownership of her aunt’s house. A house MacFarlane wants but which India has vowed will never be his. They are about to meet up at a picnic auction and MacFarlane is determined to show India just who calls the shots in MacFarlane’s Landing.
Logan turned his motorcycle off the Egg Harbor Road and headed towards MacFarlane’s Landing via White Cliff Road. Sun glancing off the surface of Green Bay, just visible through the trees, made his heart soar and he soon forgot all about Washington, his ailing grandfather, the disputed ownership of MacFarlane’s Landing and Mizz India Buchanan. The road ahead was deserted so it was easy for him to become his alter-ego as the bike picked up speed. No longer Logan MacFarlane, Assistant District Attorney, fast-tracked for the Supreme Court, but Steve McQueen riding his 1961 Triumph motorcycle at the perimeter fence of Stalag Luft III and sailing over everyone’s head as machine gun bullets whined past his ear.
                ‘Yeah, baby.’ Gripping the Triumph more tightly with his knees, he grinned. This was the life: the freedom of the open road - miles away from his office in Chicago where work would be stacking up, waiting for his return, along with his uber efficient P.A. who tutted and left him feeling that he’d turned up in class without his homework. Despite worries over his grandfather’s failing health he was full of joie de vivre. Riding his beloved Triumph always made him feel energised. Besides, he had the added fillip of heading for the picnic auction where he would make it plain to Mizz India Jane Buchanan that she was the outsider and he was the homeboy.
                He slowed down. It wouldn’t look good if he added yet another citation to the many speeding tickets he kept in the glove compartment of his sports car. He wasn’t going to make the Supreme Court that way. But the morning was just too perfect to spend worrying about what might be, and the lure of the open road hard to resist. Grinning, he waited until he’d passed the pull-in where state troopers lay in wait to catch unwary motorists daring to break the speed limit and gunned the motorcycle forward. He’d been riding these roads since he was a boy and he knew that the section of road beyond the pull in would be free of speed traps, so he let his bike have its head and sped towards MacFarlane’s Landing.
                Today, India Buchanan was going to get her comeuppance.

India settled her picnic basket on the passenger seat of her aunt’s ‘51 Buick, wedging it in place with her sweatshirt. The old Buick was well known, and as India drove along in stately procession, she was greeted by discreet honks and toots from other drivers and waved back. She really was beginning to feel part of this community. Light-hearted, she rolled down the window and let the wind ruffle her red-gold hair, styled today in a French plait with loose tendrils curling over her ears. At least she could enjoy herself, secure in the knowledge that MacFarlane wouldn’t be seen dead at anything so un-cool as the basket auction. Lotte had promised her as much and that had been a factor in deciding to attend.
                Not that she was afraid of him, she was afraid of no man. It was simply that she wanted their next meeting to be managed by her, and on her terms. He’d stolen the march on her last time and that wasn’t going to happen again.
                Glancing down briefly at her rather pathetic looking picnic basket nestled on the seat beside her, she temporarily lost concentration and didn’t see the powerful motorcycle overtaking on her left-hand side. For several seconds she forgot where she was and braked hard as if she had just been undertaken on a country lane in Berkshire, England. Trying to stop the heavy old car was like trying to turn round a cruise liner on the high seas. She overshot the Laurenson’s drive by several feet, narrowly missing the line of cars parked there. Heart pounding, she glanced in the rear view mirror and saw MacFarlane rocking the Triumph back on its rest. Then he swung a firm muscled leg off the bike and dismounted Western style, as if he’d just tethered his horse outside the saloon.
                Ambling over, he gave the dusty old vehicle a thorough once over before speaking.
                ‘In America, Mizz Buchanan, we drive on the right hand  side of the road.’


 

 
Author Bio
After teaching her 1000th pupil and working as a deputy head teacher in a large primary school, Lizzie decided to pursue her first love: writing. She joined the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s New Writers’ Scheme, wrote Tall, Dark and Kilted (2012), quickly followed by Boot Camp Bride. She went on to publish Scotch on the Rocks, which achieved Best Seller status within two weeks of appearing on Amazon and her next novel, Girl in the Castle, reached #3 in the Amazon charts. Lizzie is a founder member of indie publishing group – New Romantics Press, and has co-hosted author events at Aspinall, St Pancras and Waterstones, Kensington, talking about the research which underpins her novels. Lizzie latest romance Take Me, I’m Yours is set in Wisconsin, a part of the USA which she adores. She has further Scottish-themed romances planned and has just returned from a tour of the Scottish Highlands in her caravan researching men in kilts. What’s not to like? As for the years she spent as a teacher, they haven’t quite gone to waste. She is building a reputation as a go-to speaker on indie publishing, and how to plan, write, and publish a debut novel. Lizzie lives in Leicestershire (UK) with her husband, David.
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2 comments:

  1. Thanks you very much for posting an extract from Take Me, I'm Yours on your blog today. I discovered when I switched on my MacBook that the novel had attained Best Seller status on amazon.co.uk. So, anyone who downloads it for 99c, or whatever, will be getting a bargain. LOL. Have a lovely day whatever you have planned.

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    1. You're very welcome! :) Congrats on the best seller status as well! Have a wonderful day!

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