I’m very excited to welcome a guest today – Aurelia B Rowl who is going to talk about her Christmas release Christmas is Cancelled. I’ve beem saying Aurelia is my new writing twin, we both received our first contracts for Christmas book releases with Breathless Press at the same time, so here’s a little bit about her.
Aurelia B Rowl is a contemporary romance author but you can also find her masquerading as Allie A Burrow, her raunchier alter-ego.
She lives on the edge of the Peak District in the UK with her very understanding husband and their two fantastic children aged 5 and 3, along with their mad rescue mutt who doesn’t mind being used as a sounding post and source of inspiration. They are all used to her getting too caught up with her latest writing project… or five!… and she is guiltily counting down the months until she has both kids at school full-time.
So now you’ve been introduced 🙂 Let’s hear about her new book.
Matilda ‘Tilly’ Carter didn’t think her day could get any worse, but even Christmas had just been cancelled.
The one girl Dean Watson has sworn never to have—never even expected to see again—just flared back into his life and into his home—his sanctuary—like she belonged there. Christmas would certainly be more bearable with Tilly around though…
As the chinks in Dean’s armor appear, Tilly seizes the chance to win her knight once and for all. She’s not about to take no for answer—not this time—but Dean must resist, even as his heart rebels and temptation threatens to undermine his resolve.
Win or lose? Love or honor? Which will Dean choose? Assuming he gets a choice…
Ooh, it sounds great, and the cover is gorgeous. Since it’s almost Christmas though, Aurelia has been kind enough to give us a little taster from it as well. (see how I look after you?)
Tears welled in her eyes, clouding her vision. She turned and wandered blindly toward the exit as the first tear escaped, forging a track down her cheek for the rest to follow. Tilly took in a lungful of air and then another. Having made a spectacle of herself once already, she really didn’t want to be the cause of yet another scene.
The crowds swarmed around her, with students and family members heading home for the holidays only adding to the usual rush-hour melee of commuters. They jostled past, threatening to swallow her whole, as they rushed en mass in the opposite direction, using their briefcases and suitcases as a battering ram.
It was suffocating. She had to get out of there. Breaking into a run, broken heel or not, she raced through the doors and out into the biting December chill. Her waterlogged eyes struggled to adjust to the dark, dreary sky after the bright station lights, but she didn’t dare slow down, desperate to escape the throng of festivities and merriment.
Carol singers assembled outside burst into a jovial rendition of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas,” full of joy and happiness. Didn’t they know Christmas had just been cancelled?
“Ooof!” Tilly smacked her shin against the edge of a low bench, too dark to see as she tried to dodge the growing audience. She ended up sprawled across the bench, dropping the handle of her suitcase with a loud clatter.
At least the pain shooting down her leg gave her an excuse to be crying. Unfortunately, it meant she had to stop running too. Not good. Whenever things got too tough, too intimate, or too confrontational, you could rely on her to make a run for it. Running away was what she did best…
A tall figure loomed in the edge of her vision, something vaguely familiar about the man’s loping gait. In an effort to see him more clearly, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, then cringed inwardly at the black streaks now etched all over them. Great. She could add impersonating a panda to her day from hell as well then.
The mascara stung her eyes, rendering her unable to focus properly. She blinked furiously as the man strode past her, talking into a mobile phone in a deep voice that resonated throughout her body and made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. A surge of adrenaline rushed to her legs, numbing the pain as her subconscious told her to run. Now!
The cloaked figure stopped mid-stride as if he’d heard her gasp. “Mike, I’ve gotta go,” he barked into the phone, hanging up instantly. He backtracked until he was standing right in front of her, his tone changing from a growl to one of surprise. “Basmati?”
Great. She hadn’t heard the nickname for years—nine years, four months and…sixteen days, to be exact—and even then, only one person had ever actually used it. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, shaking her head from side to side. No. No way. There was absolutely no way this could be happening to her. Not now. Not today of all days… Talk about kicking a girl when she was down.
Thanks, for sharing, now I really can’t wait to read it! Christmas is Cancelled is released through Breathless Press on 21 st December. But you can pre-order it already right here
Make sure you grab your copy for some festive Christmas reading.
Just to finish off on a festive note. Aurelia, could you share with us what you’re looking forward to most about Christmas?
Just a couple more weeks and the schools will have broken up and Christmas will be upon us. There are very few experiences to rival the joy and excitement of watching your children on Christmas morning–regardless of the undoubtedly ridiculous hour–as they set eyes upon their stuffed stockings and rip the little packets and parcels apart with glee. Then it’s time to race downstairs to see what Father Christmas has brought them and revel in their sheer delight and utter belief. You really can’t beat the magic of Christmas…so I should probably get the Christmas shopping finished!
Sounds like it will be a fun day for you and the family! Thanks so much for visiting.
You can also catch up with Aurelia at her website:
Or through the following links:
Twitter – @AureliaBRowl
Google+ – +AureliaBRowl