First Review of My Blog Tour

Festival Fireworks is off to a great start with this review from Bookbustle!

 

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Festival Fireworks by Ann Burnett @lovebookstours . . Blurb: Aussie Jill arrives in Edinburgh at Festival time, at the start of a gap year. Unfortunately, her boss at the temporary job she's taken turns out to be her grumpy neighbour, Andrew, aka Mr Bossy. As the Festival fireworks explode over the city every night, they start to fall in love. Then Jill has to return suddenly to Australia. Can their budding romance survive or will the fireworks fizzle and die? . . My Review: Festival Fireworks is a super cute novel, following Jill and Aussie visiting Edinburgh, and Andrew, a well connected socialite. Jill is staying at her Aunt's flat and has a chance encounter with Andrew who lives across the hall. Through a series of interesting circumstances, Jill and Andrew end up working together planning events and the annual Festival. This is a feel good romance novel that will warm your heart and leave you with a fuzzy feeling! The characters are well written and the setting of Edinburgh is perfect for this romance! Fans of romantic comedies and clean romance novels will thoroughly enjoy this novel! The plot was well written, with plenty of frustration and pining on the parts of Jill and Andrew. Lots of conflict, but it's well written into the plot and drives the story forward in a believable way. Overall, this is a well written romance by a skilled author! I enjoyed the characters, their backstories and motivations, and the beautiful setting of Edinburgh. I've always wanted to travel there and it made a wonderful backdrop for this story! Thank you to Ann Burnett for writing this book and to Love Books Tours for having me on this tour! . . #booktour #lovebookstours #festivalfireworks #cleanromance #contemporaryromance #bookreview #bookbustle #bookblog #booksofig #bookstragram #ereader #bookish #cuteromance #edinburgh #highlands

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A Wee Something to Wet Your Thrapple*

* to wet your thrapple – to have a taste of something

An extract from Festival Fireworks before the blog tour which starts next week:

Andrew turned to her and took hold of her hands.

‘I want to thank you for arranging an absolutely fabulous party and to apologise for my bad-temper, my bad behaviour, and anything else bad about me that you don’t like.’

Jill stared at him, open-mouthed. He was apologising to her? Mr. Bossy Big-boots was actually saying sorry? 

He must have seen her shock. ‘I really do mean it. It was one of the best parties we’ve ever had, and there were some interesting and hopefully lucrative contacts made. Some people will owe you a great vote of thanks.’

Jill nodded, still shocked. ‘Sam,’ she said. ‘He said he might get a contract from tonight.’

‘Exactly. And it’s all thanks to you.’ 

‘Not entirely. You made up the guest list, I just did what you asked. Well, after a fashion,’ she added, remembering the fiasco about the venue.

‘But the party wouldn’t have been so relaxed, and people wouldn’t have mixed so well if we’d had it where you booked it originally.’

‘Then, thank your neighbours. They really got things going.’

Andrew smiled at her. ‘You’re determined not to take any credit for it, are you? But I’m thanking you… like this.’

He pulled her towards him and bent his mouth to hers. Jill closed her eyes as his lips met hers. They were warm and sweet tasting, soft and tender, and kissed just the way she liked being kissed. She sighed gently and let herself draw even closer into his arms. Their kiss deepened, their mouths opened to each other, their bodies fitted themselves into each other, adjusting till closeness and warmth were satisfied. Heaven could not be any more perfect. 

Their lips parted, their eyes opened, and they looked at each other in a new way; a new recognition taking over from the old. Mr. Bossy was gone, Mr. MacCallum-Blair was gone, only Andrew was left. Her Andrew. Jill smiled up at him and moved to kiss him again.

A loud buzz sounded.

Andrew drew apart from her. ‘Who can be wanting in at this time of the night?’ he said. He walked into the hall, flipped the switch on the entry phone, and said sharply, ‘Yes?’ into the speaker. 

‘Police,’ came the tinny reply.

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