I am delighted to be the next stop on the, Can’t Get You Out Of My Head by Sue Shepherd blog tour today. For my stop I have a fabulous guest post entitled, A Literary Crush. Now having read one of the authors previous books, well I don’t know about you but boy did I fall head over heels for the male lead character. I’m sure it’s happened to us all.
Firstly here’s a bit more about Sue’s new book. Make sure to scroll all the way down as not only have I got the great guest post to share with you, you can also find out more about the author as well as read a sneaky extract from the book. Enjoy!
A moving and funny story about sisters, secrets and second chances.
Twin sisters Beth and Lisa do everything together, so what will happen now they both want a life of their own?
Beth has a secret she’s kept from everyone except her sister. But it’s time to get on with her life. Could a seductive Italian, a smooth-talking charmer or backpacking around Australia be the answer?
Lisa feels she’s always lived in her sister’s shadow. Maybe now it’s her turn for some fun, whatever the consequences. But will her drunken antics land Beth in trouble?
And when it comes to the crunch, will one sister have to give up what she wants so the other can have what she needs?
Another entertaining page-turner from the No.1 bestselling author of Doesn’t Everyone Have a Secret? – where things, and people, are not always as they first appear!
Hello Sarah. Thank you so much for joining me on my blog tour. I’m very excited to tell you about my third novel which was published on 26th March.
‘Can’t Get You Out of My Head,’ is a moving and funny story about sisters, secrets and second chances. It’s a comedy, which tells the story of the very close relationship between twin sisters, Beth and Lisa. But it also has, at its heart, a touching romance. And I must confess, (don’t tell my husband), but I’m a little bit in love with one of the characters!
When I begin writing a book, I have very little idea who I’m going to meet. I’m not a plotter, I’m a pantser. I usually start by placing my main character or characters in a situation and waiting to see who will join them. As the book progresses, I talk to my characters in my head, especially when I’m walking my dog. And this particular character just kind of got under my skin. When he popped into my head, I was always pleased to hear him. As I talked to him, he grew larger than life. Rather like making a new friend in the real world, I found myself thinking about what would make him laugh, and wanting him to be happy. A song would come on the radio when I was driving, and I’d think. ‘Hmm … I’ll bet he’d like this one!’
Who amongst us can say that they’ve never had a literary crush? We’ve all wished, at one time or another, that we could meet a character from a book or a movie. It could be Mr Darcy, in either Pride and Prejudice or Bridget Jones’ Diary, (depending on your tastes). Or possibly you’d prefer Noah Calhoun from Nicholas Sparks’s ‘The Notebook’, wonderfully brought to life by Ryan Gosling. Maybe you go for something a little different, were you, perhaps, drawn to Atticus Finch? The honourable lawyer who believes, in Harper Lee’s ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’, that all men have the right to justice. Whomever it may be, you’ve no doubt known the yearning to bring a man, or woman, out of the pages of a book and into your heart. You’ve experienced that feeling where, even though you’ve finished the book, the character remains with you, influencing your decisions and choices.
I really hope that the readers of ‘Can’t Get You Out of My Head’, will enjoy meeting my favourite character. I’ll be delighted if their hearts skip a beat whenever he appears on the page.
One of the greatest compliments I’ve received for my writing was from you, Sarah. In your review of my second novel, for ‘By the Letter Book Reviews,’ you said, “This is one man who I think most people would dream of meeting, and is, without a doubt, the perfect husband/boyfriend material.” You were referring to my character, Nick, who appears in ‘Love Them and Leave Them.’ I was delighted that you thought I’d created the perfect man!
I’ll be interested to hear what you think of the love interest in ‘Can’t Get You Out of My Head’. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you fell a little bit in love with him too?
Born in Harrow, Sue went on to spend several years living in Hertfordshire before selling up and taking a leap of faith across The Solent. She now resides on the picturesque Isle of Wight with her husband, two sons and a standard poodle. Her passions in life are: her family, writing, the seaside and all the beautiful purple things her sons have bought her over the years. Happiest when hunched over her laptop with a cup of tea on the go, Sue loves to create stories with plenty of heart and laughs, but she makes sure to include a bit of naughtiness too. Ask Sue to plan too far in advance and you’ll give her the heebie-jeebies and she’d prefer you not to mention Christmas until at least November!
Beth was getting out of her car when she heard a familiar voice behind her. ‘Beth Campbell, are you stalking me?’
She spun round, a smile already on her face. ‘Charlie Morris, you wally!’ He held his arms open and she ran to him. ‘When did you get back?’
‘Just over a week ago. Thought I’d come and see you, and, um … and … catch up with Michelle.’
‘You were away for ages.’
‘Yeah. I’ve been gone so long my face ought to be on milk cartons.’ He grinned, then added, ‘Don’t say it …’
‘That my face ought to be on bog rolls!’
‘I would never say such a thing.’ Beth gave his chin a stroke. ‘Your bum fluff hasn’t improved much.’
‘Nonsense. This is a brilliant beard,’ Charlie snorted.
She’d missed his laugh. ‘Michelle doesn’t live in Tennison Avenue any more. She moved out of her mum’s house.’
‘No one can blame her for that.’ He shuddered. ‘Bloody hell. Her mother. Meddling cow!’
‘Absolutely. Michelle’s not far though. She rents a flat with Ricky.’
‘Do you want to go for a drink or something? You know, to catch up.’
He gave a casual shrug. ‘Yeah, sure.’
‘I’ll just need to pop in and tell them I’m going out, they were expecting me for dinner.’ Beth gestured towards her parents’ house. ‘Fancy coming in, to see them?’
Again, he was casual. ‘Uh huh.’
She opened the front door and called out, ‘Look who I found loitering outside the house.’
Pat and Don appeared at the kitchen doorway. Don blanched and dropped the tea towel he’d been holding. ‘Oh, Christ.’
‘Is that little Charlie Morris?’ Pat had a closer look.
‘Yep, it’s me. All grown up.’
‘You’re not wrong. How are you?’ She was staring up at him, amazed at his size.
‘I’m good, thanks. Just back from Singapore for a while.’ Charlie held out his hand to Don. ‘Hello.’ With a slightly nervous cough, he added, ‘I’m OK, honest I am.’
Realising he’d been staring, with his mouth open, Don apologised and shook the hand he’d been offered. ‘Sorry, son, it’s just, you know. I can’t help remembering …’
At this point, Nanna came down the stairs. ‘Who’s this, then?’ Examining Charlie’s face, she grabbed the bull by the horns and said, ‘It’s the boy who nearly died. Blimey, you didn’t get like that eating salad, did you?’ Turning to Pat she remarked, ‘You’d never be able to pick him up out of that paddling pool now, would you?’
Charlie grinned. ‘Hello, Nanna. It’s good to see you again.’
‘We’re going to pop out for a drink to catch up. Don’t worry about me for dinner, Mum, I’ll get something whilst we’re out.’ Beth grabbed her handbag and made her way over to the hall mirror. Applying an extra coat of mascara and some fresh lipstick, she then set about adding some cover up to the scars on her chin, a constant reminder not to listen to Lisa’s advice.
‘OK. Just the two of you, is it?’ Pat asked.
Beth looked at Charlie. ‘Um … Charlie wants to catch up with Michelle too.’
‘Well, we don’t have to … I just …’
‘He had no intention of catching up with her, you idiot. Can’t you tell when someone wants to be alone with you?’ Lisa asked.
‘He mentioned her first. I’m just going along with his plan.’
Beth gave Nanna a hug. ‘See you later.’
‘Have fun with the big fella.’
‘You know something, Nanna?’ Charlie said. ‘You haven’t changed a bit.’
Nanna tilted her head. ‘Nonsense, I’ve aged like a sausage in the sun, but thank you anyway.’