I am delighted to be joining in with Isabella May’s blog tour for The Cocktail Bar this week. Isabella May and I have connected via her debut novel Oh What a Pavlova which features an abusive relationship, in fact we have had a Skype chat and she is simply lovely. I am currently reading The Cocktail Bar and enjoying the anticipation of what is going to happen next, I can’t wait to give you all a full review. Today I am featuring an extract from Isabella’s latest release and on her publication day which is today, I will be having celebratory cake and would like to share a piece with you virtually.
Rock star, River Jackson, is back in his hometown of Glastonbury to open a cocktail bar… and the locals aren’t impressed. Seductive Georgina is proving too hot to handle; band mate, Angelic Alice, is messing with his heart and his head; his mum is a hippie-dippy liability; his school friends have resorted to violence – oh, and his band manager, Lennie, AND the media are on his trail. But River is armed with a magical Mexican elixir which will change the lives of the Three Chosen Ones. Once the Mexican wave of joy takes a hold of the town, he’s glad he didn’t lose his proverbial bottle. Pity he hasn’t taken better care of the real one…
“And pray tell me what in the hell is this?”
Georgina froze at the photo stuck to the fridge with the holiday souvenir magnet. She was going to have to think, and she was going to have to think epically fast.
A glossy snap of herself and River in the rain-spattered front window of The Cocktail Bar stared back at her accusatorily; his arms around her waist, indicating she was very much his possession, her ridiculously short skirt almost showing her knicker line as she slid that stupid book club night poster higher up the window pane.
“Look, I was going to tell you sooner, I promise.” Her heart pounded in disbelief that she’d been found out. “I just didn’t want you jumping to the wrong conclusion, Blakey,” she continued without turning to face her brother, whose presence loomed larger than life in the doorway behind her.
“Do not Blakey me, and I have asked you a question, to which I expect a bloody fantastical answer. What are you playing at? You’re showing the family up… and with him of all people, he who hath screwed up my life!”
“Oh give me some credit, will you.” She turned ready to fight fire with fire, if that’s what it was going to take. “I have, as it happens, reason to believe he is up to no good again, no good for his customers this time, no good for this town. But what did I tell you about the enemy, Blake? Keep your friends close and your enemies even clo-“
“So you take that as carte blanche to jump in his bed!”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like? Because from where I’m standing your options look rather limited, shall we say?”
“I need a key, okay… a key to access a certain something. And if I can’t get a key, then I need to do something else, something drastic, something massive… to get him found out… all of which obviously requires an intimate knowledge of his daily life, movements, and his complete and utter trust. Then… once the job is done, and he’s paid me – us – for his silence, he is out of this town, out of our lives… everything can get back to normal. Justice prevailed.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t see me,” Blake seemed unnaturally satisfied, calm in an instant. “I was crouching behind a car boot on the opposite side of the street. Perfect shot, don’t you think? Maybe I’m in the wrong profession?”
And with that he disappeared upstairs.
Georgina exhaled deeply. What a sneak.
And yet part of her admired him for it. There was no mistaking they were siblings through and through.
About the author
Isabella May lives in (mostly) sunny Andalucia, Spain with her husband, daughter and son, creatively inspired by the sea and the mountains. When she isn’t having her cake and eating it, sampling a new cocktail on the beach, or ferrying her children to and from after school activities, she can usually be found writing. As a Co-founder and a former contributing writer for the popular online women’s magazine, The Glass House Girls – www.theglasshousegirls.com – she has also been lucky enough to subject the digital world to her other favourite pastimes, travel, the Law of Attraction, and Prince (The Purple One). She has recently become a Book Fairy, and is having lots of fun with her imaginative ‘drops’! Oh! What a Pavlova is her debut novel… and her second novel has already been submitted to her publishers: watch this space…
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