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Wicked Wednesday – Voices on the Waves and a Contest

Today we have fellow author Jessica Chambers who is here to tell us about her debut novel, a sweet holiday read called VOICE ON THE WAVES, which is now available from Red Rose Publishing.

Jessica was born in the UK in 1982, and currently lives with her family and crazy Staffordshire bull terrier in the English town of Windsor, most famous for its castle and nearby Eton College. At the age of five, she was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa, a degenerative eye condition that has left her almost totally blind.

Jessica has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. As a shy person, she loves being able to escape into another world, and the sense of power that comes with controlling everything that goes on in that world. She especially loves writing women’s fiction centered around memorable characters that leap off the page.

Jessica is also being kind enough to have a contest to celebrate this release and her blog tour! Everyone who comments on any of her blog posts during the tour is automatically entered into the drawing to win a $15 gift voucher for either Amazon or Barnes & Noble. The five winners will be announced on October 31st over at Jessica’s blog at www.jessicachambers.co.uk/blog.


Not pausing to consider, Karenza marched back up the stairs and along the landing. Reaching Marcus’s room, she hammered on the door.

“Hang on, I’m not de—” came the protest from within, but she had already flung open the door to reveal Marcus hoisting up his trousers.

“I don’t remember asking you to come in,” he spat, “or do you think you’re so special you can barge into other people’s room’s uninvited?”

Karenza ignored him, her gaze on the bed where a discarded pair of trousers lay in a stained and crumpled heap. “What happened to you?”

“I would have thought that was obvious. I accidentally spilled coffee down me.”

“How careless. Not like you at all, Marcus.”

Marcus’s features tautened. “Get out.”

Unperturbed, Karenza shut the door behind her and leaned against it.

“I told you to get out,” Marcus snarled, advancing on her. “Go on, or I’ll have to make you.”

“Please, spare me.” Karenza fastened him with a cool gaze. “What have you done to Leah?”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No? Then why was she so upset when I saw her a minute ago?”

Marcus made an impatient gesture. “How the hell should I know?”

“Don’t play the innocent with me. You were downstairs with her, weren’t you?”

“No,” he said, then recoiled as Karenza took a menacing step towards him. “Well, all right, yes, but it wasn’t my fault, if that’s what you mean. It was just a misunderstanding.”

“Is that so?” Karenza raised her eyebrows. “I don’t suppose this ‘misunderstanding’ had anything to do with you coming on to Leah and her, being an intelligent girl, rejecting you?”

“How dare you!”

“And then, so desperate to get away from you, she spilled coffee all over your Armani’s.”

Marcus reddened. “I won’t have you accusing me of crimes I haven’t committed. For your information, Sherlock, it was Leah who made a pass at me. I tried to let her down gently, but once she realized I wasn’t interested, she ran off in floods. The silly child had got the ridiculous notion into her head that I’ve been sending out signals. Naturally I was forced to put her straight.”

Karenza moved to stand right in front of him, her eyes locked on his. “So whose handprint is that on your face?”

Marcus stared at her in silence for a long moment, then dropped his gaze.

“You bastard,” she said in a low hiss. “How dare you drag Leah down to your disgusting level just because she’s too sensible to fall for you. See, you don’t fool me. You might be laboring under the delusion that you’re God’s gift to women, that no one could possibly resist you, but you’re sadly mistaken. It’s high time you learned that some women—decent women, that is—just aren’t stupid or desperate enough to let you use them to satisfy your sordid little desires!”

And before Marcus could utter a suitable retort, Karenza swept from the room, shutting the door behind her with a reverberating slam.


You can buy VOICES ON THE WAVES now from Red Rose Publishing, by clicking here or cutting and pasting this link:

Tomorrow, the VOICES ON THE WAVES Blog Tour continues over at Beary Good Books, where Jessica is sharing the first chapter of her novel.

Travel Tuesday – A Visit to Windsor

We took a lovely train ride out to Windsor to see Windsor Castle and the quaint town nearby, also the home to Eton, the exclusive school. Weather was a bit dreary, but not too cold. Unfortunately, Her Majesty was in residence which meant we could go on the castle grounds for free, but were unable to get into any of her “apartments.” Major bummer as I was dying to see the various bedrooms, kitchens, dining areas, etc. that we had seen on the PBS special about a year in the life of Windsor Castle.

Nevertheless, we were able to walk around all the grounds and see St. George’s Chapel. The guards were patrolling all over the area and are quite attractive in their bright red coats and furry hats. Real guns — no one will mess with them.

The gardens and areas in and around Windsor Castle are lovely. Well-kept and so green thanks to the spring rains. If you see the picture of the entrance to the Moat Path in the slide show below, it is now the entrance to the gardens that have replaced the moat.

We then headed to town where we had fish and chips in a delightful pub and walked around town before returning to London. The train ride was nice and it was a good way to also get a glimpse of the suburbs and countryside around London.

I hope you’ll enjoy these pictures. If you can’t see the slide show below, you can also check them out on my Facebook page.