Tuesday, 18 September 2018

Take Me I’m Yours - blog tour



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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?

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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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EXTRACT

Extract (2) Cheekypee reads and reviews 764 words
Context: India Buchanan has had a peripatetic childhood due to the fact that her parents and career diplomats. She’s spent the summer with her English cousins, the winter with her great-aunt in Wisconsin and the rest of the time in boarding school, university or improving residential camps. Now she wants to put down roots, to belong - and to open up and English-style bed and breakfast in her aunt’s old house. Unfortunately, the ownership of the house is contested by Logan MacFarlane . . . a man used to getting what he wants.
Glancing around the shuttered bedroom with its faded drapes and threadbare carpet, India felt a real sense of ownership and awareness of what she could do to the old house. She recalled the blazing row she’d had with her parents when she’d informed them of her intention to leave New York, resign from her coveted post at the art auction house and walk away from a relationship they were keen to encourage - to a man she considered stuffy and controlling. Just because he had the right name; the right lineage.
In their eyes, if she was married, settled down, she’d soon forget all about the lighthouse, MacFarlane’s Landing and acting nurse to her elderly great-aunt.
‘But India darling, it will be more trouble than it’s worth,’ her mother had said, with the weariness of one who had witnessed years of litigation between the two families. ‘Old Judge MacFarlane will make sure you never get permission to trade from the house and his grandson will tie you up in red tape at every turn. James, you tell your pig-headed daughter that I’m right.’
‘Listen to your mother, India Jane,’ her father had advised, glancing up from the Washington Post over breakfast.
‘The shame of it, a Buchanan, running a bed and breakfast ...’
‘A Boutique Bed and Breakfast,’ India had corrected. ‘And there’s nothing shaming about setting up in business.’
‘Your grandparents will die of shame when they hear about it.’ India always knew she was winning an argument when her mother referred to her family back in England. ‘Trade,’ she sniffed, looking every inch the daughter of a family who could trace their roots back to William the Conqueror.
‘As a matter of fact, Granny Meredith not only told me to ‘go for it,’ she’s given me a loan to cover the renovations and to tide me over until I see a profit . . .’
‘Which could be never,’ her mother had cut in. ‘Mummy would do that. And what about Tom Harvey and your forthcoming engagement? What will his parents say?’
‘I’ve told you many times, Mother, I have no intention of marrying Tom Harvey and that the engagement, only exists in your - and possibly his mother’s, imaginations.’
At that point her mother had thrown up her hands and looked out of the window and down the street in George Town, Washington, with the air of one who’d lost everything she held dear: name, status, and control over her errant daughter.
‘Hm?’ James Buchanan had looked up from his newspaper, clearly having lost interest in the mother/daughter wrangle.
‘Please, say something to dissuade your daughter from throwing away her chances,’ her mother had pleaded.
‘You know, I’ve never really liked Tom Harvey.’ Then, suddenly gaining a handle on what was expected of him, James Buchanan had stepped up to the plate. ‘India Jane, listen to your mother.’
‘You see?’ her mother had spun round, ‘your father agrees with me.’
‘I do?’ Frowning, he tried to recall the moment when that had happened.
‘Absolutely,’ India’s mother had replied.
‘My mind’s made up,’ India had said, crossing her arms across her chest and bringing the discussion to an end.
‘You see, darling, her mind’s made up. Futile trying to dissuade her. You know what a pig-headed lot the Buchanans are.’ He said it as if it was a trait he was proud of and reminded Mrs James Buchanan, nee Winthrop, that he was just as proud of his lineage and family history. The Buchanans had found their way out of the slums of Glasgow and made enough money - perhaps best not to inquire too closely how they’d done that - to pay for their passage over to the New World. That determination, fighting spirit, mule-headedness was in his blood and his daughter’s. However, at heart, he was a kind man and hated dissent and so tried to find common ground between the two women he loved. ‘India, darling, if you want to start your own business why not try somewhere more . . .’
‘Civilised?’ her mother had finished for him.
‘Conducive,’ he’d amended, diplomatically. ‘Washington. George Town for example? We’ll be moving out in a few months for our next posting - Paris,’ his eyes had lit up at the mention of the capital city. ‘You could live here rent free, cut costs, make it work. But, MacFarlane’s Landing? Madness, my love.’
Nodding in unison, they’d turned towards her and India had sighed.
They always presented a united front when the chips were down.

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  1. Lizzie Lamb19 September 2018 at 08:14

    Hi Philomena, thank you for taking part in my blog tour and for sharing an extract from Take Me, I'm Yours with your followers. I had great fun writing it and I hope that, through your blog post, I might find nedew readers to share it with. Lizzie

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