Blog Tour | Dreaming of Christmas by TA. Williams

Hello again my loves, 

Everywhere you look it's all looking a lot like Christmas isn't it? Well as we're almost halfway into November I'm going to join the Christmas fan club by taking part in a Blog Tour for TA Williams' new novel called Dreaming of Christmas. 
As a blog tour host, today I have the privilege of bringing you an festive extract of this book and I for one have my cup of tea reading to sit down and have a read. 
So we'll start by looking at what the books about in a book spotlight and then we'll cosy up and have a read together shall we?

Title: Dreaming of Christmas

Author Name: T.A. Williams

Previous Books (if applicable): Dreaming of Venice, Dreaming of Florence and Dreaming of St Tropez

Genre: Women’s Fiction, romcom

Release Date: August 2018

Publisher: Canelo

Book Blurb: It’s the dream Christmas: snow, mountains… and, er, an ex-boyfriend. But can Zoe still find love in the Alps?
Dumped on Christmas Eve by her long-term boyfriend, it's been a rough year for Zoe Lumsley. But then she gets an invitation she can’t refuse: an all expenses paid skiing holiday with old university friends.
The bad news: her ex, Grant, will be there with his new girlfriend. But so will her former flatmate Billy, the organiser, and in the meantime he’s done rather well for himself. As Christmas in the Alps approaches, it'll be great to see the old gang. Some more than others...
Perfect for readers of Tilly Tenant, Holly Martin and Philippa Ashley, this is the perfect magical Christmas getaway from the bestselling T.A. Williams.

Well, doesn't this sound dreamy? Shall we take a look at the extract now? I think it's a real treat to read an extract so you can make a choice as to whether this book is something that is usually your cup of tea. Please enjoy! 

The actor – whose name was Dan Greenfinch – had come across the Atlantic to London to co-star in a low-budget movie about zombies invading Canary Wharf. His face looked seriously weathered, and when Zoë and Ron were shown into his trailer to interview him, her first impression was that he had maybe already applied zombie make-up. It subsequently transpired that he hadn’t and Zoë didn’t envy the make-up artists if he had to appear in a non-zombie role. The actor – ‘Call me Dan’ – did his best to be hospitable by asking her if she wanted a ‘line’. This was not the first interview she had done with showbiz folk, and she now knew what was intended by this invitation, so she hastily shook her head.
‘Thanks, I’m working.’
‘Mind if I do?’
‘No, go ahead.’
She then had to sit there while Call-me-Dan snorted a line of cocaine up his nose. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Subsequently, as he answered her questions, he spent most of his time rubbing his nose, snuffling and sneezing. She shuddered surreptitiously.
The interview took about half an hour, and then Ron spent another half-hour taking a load of photos of the actor. Once she had finished and Ron had gone off with the PR girl to take some shots of the set, Call-me-Dan indicated that he rather liked the look of Zoë. As she was shaking hands with him, he gave her a lecherous leer and informed her that sex with him would undoubtedly be the high point of her life to date. For once, Zoë was grateful to Ron. This was the fifth time in four months that she had been propositioned by celebrities, and the photographer had been happy to provide her with a very effective way of refusing, without fear of being bothered any further. Keeping a straight face, she told Call-me-Dan she regretted she would not be able to accept his kind offer.
‘I’m afraid I haven’t had the all-clear from the doctor yet.’
She didn’t say any more, but comprehension dawned on the pockmarked face in front of her, and she was able to leave unmolested. Unless she counted the sensation of disgust she carried with her all the way back in the taxi.
She spent the next couple of hours writing a two-thousand-word piece entitled ‘Zombies vs Canaries’. Just after lunch, she sent it through to Damien, the editor, and waited for his verdict. She didn’t have to wait long. The phone on her desk buzzed almost immediately, and he was as succinct as ever.
‘Zoë. Get in here. Now.’
She made her way along the corridor to his office, knocked, and went in without waiting for an answer.
‘You wanted to see me, Damien?’
As usual, he was sitting with his back to the window so as to dazzle and intimidate anyone who came to sit opposite him. He was wearing his usual blue striped shirt with a white collar and cuffs, the collar open and the sleeves rolled up. He wore the same thing every day, and opinion in the office fell into two camps. There were those who believed he had a stock of the  shirts, one for every day of the week, while others – amongst them Zoë – felt sure he had just the one and never took it off.
‘Yes, Zoë. Come in. Sit down.’ She did as instructed and he immediately launched into a critique of her piece. The crux of the problem could be summarised as ‘You didn’t like the guy, did you?’
‘Not in the slightest. He was a slimy piece of pond life, and if the next time I see him is on my deathbed, it’ll be too soon.’
‘Listen, Zoë, nobody says you’ve got to like these people. I don’t like many of them, but that’s not the point. His film company has just paid for six full-page adverts in HC magazine and two of our subsidiaries. That pays the bills, and that includes your salary. While I admire your prose, describing him as having “the personality and complexion of a fly cemetery biscuit” is not only insulting, it’s probably actionable. So go back over it, tone it down, and for God’s sake try to sound as if you like him. All right? Got that?’
Zoë spent the rest of the afternoon doing as she had been instructed. At the end of the day, before going off to meet Juliet, she emailed the piece to Damien with one line: Sanitised for your convenience. Zoë.

Please take time to visit the other blogs taking part in this tour as they will have undoubtedly have festive treats for you! 

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Author Bio: T.A. Williams lives in Devon with his Italian wife. He was born in England of a Scottish mother and Welsh father. After a degree in modern languages at Nottingham University, he lived and worked in Switzerland, France and Italy, before returning to run one of the best-known language schools in the UK. He’s taught Arab princes, Brazilian beauty queens and Italian billionaires. He speaks a number of languages and has travelled extensively. He has eaten snake, still-alive fish, and alligator. A Spanish dog, a Russian bug and a Korean parasite have done their best to eat him in return. His hobby is long-distance cycling, but his passion is writing.

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1 comment

  1. Sounds like the perfect Christmas read!😊

    Shirley |