Blog Tour; A Virtual Affair
Do you know what hope smells like?
It’s a combination of the sea, of exposed seaweed and salty air.
Of wet sand on a winter’s day.
Jayne was mid forties when she experienced the worst and the best times of her life.
She fell in love, so desperately in love.
She lost everything overnight.
But no matter how bad life gets, how far down that dark tunnel you are, there is always a glimmer of hope.
From her dream house in Kent, via the nuthouse, and eventually to a cottage in Cornwall, Jayne takes a journey that is to wound, to destroy, and eventually heal her.
This is a story of one woman’s quest to find herself, and learn to love herself again.
Contemporary Romance for readers over the age of 18.
It’s a combination of the sea, of exposed seaweed and salty air.
Of wet sand on a winter’s day.
Jayne was mid forties when she experienced the worst and the best times of her life.
She fell in love, so desperately in love.
She lost everything overnight.
But no matter how bad life gets, how far down that dark tunnel you are, there is always a glimmer of hope.
From her dream house in Kent, via the nuthouse, and eventually to a cottage in Cornwall, Jayne takes a journey that is to wound, to destroy, and eventually heal her.
This is a story of one woman’s quest to find herself, and learn to love herself again.
Contemporary Romance for readers over the age of 18.
Amazon Universal Link: http://myBook.to/AVirtualAffair
iBook: http://bit.ly/AVirtualAffairiBook
Nook: http://bit.ly/AVirtualAffairNook
Kobo: http://bit.ly/AVirtualAffairKobo
Excerpt:
Do you know what hope smells like? Let me tell you… First, I have to explain where I am. At the bottom of my small garden is a gate. A plain wooden gate that needs one hinge fixed. Beyond the gate are a few steps carved into a grassy bank. It’s down those steps that you can reach the beach. The Atlantic ocean pounds the centuries old cliffs, the rugged shards of black rock snake their way into the sea and the course yellow sand whips around my feet. I breathe in deeply. The smell of exposed seaweed and salty air fill my senses. That is what hope smells likes. For a long time there had been no hope. I was at the bottom of a well, in the worst place I could be. I couldn’t see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. I felt nothing but sorrow and sadness. And pain, so much pain. It has been a long journey but I need to take you back a couple of years, not quite to the beginning but to a pivotal point in my life. A time when I thought everything was going to be okay, when I thought my life was turning around. A time when I had plans and I believed I had the future I longed for. But I was wrong. It’s only now that I have hope. And what am I hoping for? A reply to an email I have just sent.
Book Trailer –
https://youtu.be/6UR68KtLQPc
Reviewer comments
“This story is not only powerful and inspiring to those of us battling depression it also gives a message to woman living a loveless and lifeless marriage. Most importantly it gives strength and hope that with the right care we can control and keep fighting against depression.” A Parkins
Do you know what hope smells like? Let me tell you… First, I have to explain where I am. At the bottom of my small garden is a gate. A plain wooden gate that needs one hinge fixed. Beyond the gate are a few steps carved into a grassy bank. It’s down those steps that you can reach the beach. The Atlantic ocean pounds the centuries old cliffs, the rugged shards of black rock snake their way into the sea and the course yellow sand whips around my feet. I breathe in deeply. The smell of exposed seaweed and salty air fill my senses. That is what hope smells likes. For a long time there had been no hope. I was at the bottom of a well, in the worst place I could be. I couldn’t see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. I felt nothing but sorrow and sadness. And pain, so much pain. It has been a long journey but I need to take you back a couple of years, not quite to the beginning but to a pivotal point in my life. A time when I thought everything was going to be okay, when I thought my life was turning around. A time when I had plans and I believed I had the future I longed for. But I was wrong. It’s only now that I have hope. And what am I hoping for? A reply to an email I have just sent.
Book Trailer –
https://youtu.be/6UR68KtLQPc
Reviewer comments
“This story is not only powerful and inspiring to those of us battling depression it also gives a message to woman living a loveless and lifeless marriage. Most importantly it gives strength and hope that with the right care we can control and keep fighting against depression.” A Parkins
“Beautiful, heartbreaking, intense and heart in mouth moments describe my experience with this book.” R Nicholson
About the Author Tracie Podger currently lives in Kent, UK with her husband and a rather obnoxious cat called George. She’s a Padi Scuba Diving Instructor with a passion for writing. Tracie has been fortunate to have dived some of the wonderful oceans of the world where she can indulge in another hobby, underwater photography. She likes getting up close and personal with sharks.
Available from Amazon, iBooks, Kobo & Nook
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Fallen Angel, Part 2
Fallen Angel, Part 3
Fallen Angel, Part 4
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Robert
Travis
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The Passion Series – Jackson
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Stalker Links
https://www.facebook.com/Tra ciePodgerAuthor/
https://twitter.com/TRACIEPODGER
Amazon Author Page – http://www.author.to/traciepodger
Available from Amazon, iBooks, Kobo & Nook
Fallen Angel, Part 1
Fallen Angel, Part 2
Fallen Angel, Part 3
Fallen Angel, Part 4
Evelyn - A Novella
Rocco – A Novella
Robert
Travis
A Virtual Affair
Coming soon
The Passion Series – Jackson
Letters to Lincoln
Rocco: The Missing Years
Stalker Links
https://www.facebook.com/Tra ciePodgerAuthor/
https://twitter.com/TRACIEPODGER
Amazon Author Page – http://www.author.to/traciepodger
Thank you for joining me on the tour :) <3
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