Morning lovelies! A few posts from me today, starting with an extract on the double blog tour for The Accidental Medium & Gin Palace by Tracy Whitwell. Check out all the blurb and the extract for The Accidental Medium below…..
book blurbs & info
Tanz is a wine soaked, potty mouthed, once successful TV actress from Gateshead, whose career has shriveled like an antique walnut. She is still grieving her friend Frank, who died in a car crash three years ago, and she has to find a normal job in London to fund her cocktail habit.
When she starts work in a new age shop, Tanz suddenly discovers that the voices she’s hearing in her head are real, not the first signs of schizophrenia, and she can give people ‘messages’ from beyond the grave. Alarmed, she confronts her little mam and discovers she is from a long line of psychic mediums.
Despite a whole exciting new avenue of life opening up to Tanz, darkness isn’t far away and all too soon there’s murder in the air.
After a fast paced introduction to the world of clairvoyance, ghost busting, mystery and murder, Tanz is currently hiding in bed, having nightmares about a suicidal psychopath, drinking red wine, irritating her cat and waiting to be evicted. Life as she knew it seven months ago has turned on its head and only the prospect of a new TV job in Newcastle and a month with her best friend Milo can help pick her up off the floor.
But when she gets home, the Newcastle of more than a century before decides to haunt her bringing all kinds of spooks and horrors with it. She also finds that her new job involves more than it’s own share of intrigue and humiliation. Then it’s a case of six of one and half a dozen of the other, as Tanz, along with her dead friend Frank, attempts to expose a brutal murder that nobody even knows about.
Join Tanz and her friends on another crazy, supernatural ride in GIN PALACE, the second in The Accidental Medium series.
Both books are available as eBooks, and are available on Kindle Unlimited.
extract – the accidental medium
PROLOGUE: NORMAL BLOODY JOB.
The phone rings six times before he picks up. When he does, there’s a clunking sound and some fumbling. Shit, I hope I didn’t wake him. Surely it’s too early for him to be in bed?
“Hiya? Tanz…? Hiya, sorry, I’m a bit drunk; I fell off the settee.”
Now there’s a coincidence, as I’m a little tiddly myself. I don’t bother with pleasantries, we phone each other too often for that malarkey.
“Milo, I have to get a normal job. I bombed in that audition and I’m really skint.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry sweetcheeks…”
His sentences are all one drawn-out word. He’s mullered.
“Don’t stay in that bastard London for another second. Get on that bastard train and come home and move right next door to me. Gateshead needs you!”
There’s another crash. I think he’s fallen off the settee again. Milo is always trying to get me to move back to the north east. Or ‘home’ as it was for the first nineteen years of my life. But moving back ‘home’ means defeat in my career. Moving ‘home’ is everybody knowing my business. Moving ‘home’ is seeing my parents all of the time. Moving ‘home’ is not bloody happening.
“I can’t move back there Milo, all of my auditions are in London. Anyway, with your writing doing so well, you should be thinking about moving here.”
“How dare you…!”
“I am a Geordie, young lady. Unlike you, I refuse to leave my roots behind. I have a laptop, I can email things, I don’t have to go to London in person and I certainly don’t need to live amongst the enemy.”
The enemy being ‘southerners’. And the real reason he doesn’t move is that he’s basically agoraphobic and he would never live more than half an hour away from his mam and her well-stocked drinks cabinet. Milo is a creature of habit, as well as a genius and my best friend. If he carries on drinking the way he does, he will also be dead by the time he’s forty-five.
“I’m applying for a job in a shop.” There’s a sharp intake of breath. “A SHOP?”
“Yes. A fucking shop.”
“You are an artist Tanz. You can’t work in a shop.” “I don’t have a choice.”
Suddenly his voice is thick with tears.
“Tanz, you are a trouper. A modern day hero.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“And, of course, a witch.”
“Don’t start on this again.”
“My best friend is a witch. You know things.”
“I guess things Milo. I ‘gather’ things. I have good powers of deduction.”
“Sherlock Holmes had good powers of deduction. You have special skills Tanz.”
He’s always saying that. Other people have said that. But I’m a normal Geordie lass who’s perceptive and that’s it.
There one final almighty crash. Sounds like he’s sat on the back of the settee and it’s fallen down on top of him. The line goes dead. He’ll probably fall asleep like that.
I am not a bloody witch.
about the author
Tracy Whitwell was born, brought up and educated in Gateshead in the north east of England. She wrote plays and short stories from an early age, then had her head turned and ran off to London to be an actress. By 1993 she was wearing a wig and an old fashioned dress and pretending to be impoverished on telly in a Catherine Cookson mini-series, whilst going to see every indie/rock band she could afford.
After an interesting number of years messing about in front of the camera and traveling the world though, Tracy discovered she still loved writing and completed her first full length play. A son, many stage-plays, screenplays and two music videos followed until one day she realised she was finally ready to do the thing she’d longed to do since she was six. She wrote her first novel. A crime/horror/comedy tale about an alcohol-soaked, gobby, thrill-seeking actress who talks to ghosts. (Who knows where the inspiration came from, it’s almost like she based it on her own ridiculous life.) Then she wrote a follow up and realised she couldn’t stop writing books.
Now Tracy lives in north London with her son, still travels whenever possible and has written novel number four. Now being edited.
Where to find Tracy online: Twitter
Organised by: Random Things Tours
Thanks to Anne for inviting me on to the tour, and to Tracy for sharing an extract with us.
These books sound fab so let me know if you read them!
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