I have some great news! I am so happy to be a part of the blog tour for Suzie Tullett and her book, Little White Lies and Butterflies! Today, I am thrilled to bring you the cover reveal for this sweet romantic book as well as an excerpt and some interesting tidbits about the author!
Thanks so much to Safkhet Publishing for putting this together!
Alright well lets get started shall we? Here we go................................
Isn't it adorable? I am a huge huge fan of butterflies and I love that this cover has them all over it, almost like they are floating around like bubbles. I think the colors are gorgeous together and I just think this is a fun cover.
Title: Little White Lies and Butterflies
Author: Suzie Tullett
Publisher: Safkhet Publishing
Date of Publication: Aug. 1, 2013
A child of the nineties, Lydia Livingston is different. The
last thing she’s ever wanted is to be superwoman; she knows
first-hand that ‘having it all’ isn’t everything it’s cracked up
to be. As far as she’s concerned, when it comes to job versus
family, it’s a definite case of one or the other. And whilst
most women her age have spent years climbing the corporate
ladder, she’s made a career out of bagging her perfect man.
At almost thirty and still single, Lydia wonders if she’d made
the right choice all those years ago. And realising the time
has come to take stock, she goes against her family’s wishes
and banishes herself off to a distant land—all in the hope of
finding a new direction.
At least that’s the plan.
But Lydia Livingston isn’t just different, she’s misunderstood.
A fact she knows all too well. So when the totally unsuitable
Sam comes along, she decides to tell a little white lie, reinventing
herself as a professional chef – not exactly the
best new identity to come up with for a woman who can’t
even cook. Of course, the last thing she expects is for him
to find out the truth and start blackmailing her. Let alone
find herself roped into catering for a local wedding. But
with things going from bad to worse, her madder than mad
family also turn up in something of a surprise visit, intent
on celebrating a birthday she’s no intentions of celebrating!
Following the incident at the beach, I had been hoping to avoid any futurecontact with Sam the Climber, yet here he was, larger than life. Not that Iwas sure which had bothered me the most-the football in the face, or theslightly unnerving eye contact. Neither of which I wanted to experience everagain and I wondered if I should just get up and leave while the going wasgood. But my drink still hadn't arrived and the last thing I wanted to dowas look rude in of front Efthimeos. I had to think of something else andquick.
Grabbing my book from my bag, I opened it up and used it to shield my face.This should do it! However, just to make sure I began sinking lower andlower into my seat, until I was horizontal to the point I was almost on thefloor. Now he'll never notice me.
I wondered if I should take a peek just to check on his whereabouts. Butbefore I got the chance, a drink landing on the table in front of me caughtmy eye instead. It wasn't the simple glass of coke I'd originally ordered, Ifurther noticed, but some fancy, fandangle cocktail.
I stared at the umbrellas, the tinsel and the cherries on sticks, not evendaring to look up.
Please let it be Efthimeos . Please let it be Efthimeos . I thought, finallyplucking up the courage. Lifting my gaze I realised that unless my host hadundergone some sort of superfast extreme makeover in the last few minutes,the game was up.
'There you go,' said Sam, indicating to the heavily adorned concoction. 'Notjust my apology, but as requested, the most expensive drink on the menu.'
I put my book down and began the difficult task of hauling myself up into amore vertical alignment. 'I didn't request it,' I replied ungratefully. 'Infact, if I remember rightly, I said such a purchase wasn't necessary.'
My unwanted guest just carried on standing there, for some reason refusingto see this as his cue to leave-choosing instead to raise an eyebrow. Henodded to the drink. 'Well,' he asked. 'Aren't you going to at least tryit?'
I considered his request for a moment, deciding it was a small price to payif it meant getting rid of the man. And, duly picking up the glass andlocating the straw from among all the flora and fauna, I took a long harddraw. 'Jesus, Mary and Joseph!' I spluttered, all at once choking andcoughing. 'What the hell's in it? Meths?'
Sam laughed. 'A bit of everything,' he said. He plonked his beer down on thetable and took a seat, uninvited.
'Well excuse me if I don't share your amusement,' I replied, realising thatwas the second time that day he'd tried to kill me. 'And I don't rememberasking you to join me either.'
There was something of a twinkle in his eye and thanks to his air ofconfidence I could see that he was one of those men used to getting his ownway when it came to members of the opposite sex. However, I'd met his typebefore and knew there was no way he'd ever come across the likes of me. Sucha sparkle might've been enough to make any other girl go weak at the knees,but unlike theirs, my kneecaps were made of sterner stuff.
Born and raised in Lancashire, Suzie Tullett has worn many
hats in life: from office work to teaching, from managing
an advice center to being an outreach worker for Women’s
Aid. She’s achieved a Bachelor’s and a Master’s and works
with the BBC as a scriptwriter—all while raising her family.
Ultimately, she wants to leave scriptwriting behind and
write full-time. She says “it’s fair to say my working life has
given me the chance to get to know all kinds of people, from
all kinds of backgrounds; a definite asset for anyone looking
to write for a living.”
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