Hello, Sunshines, I am delighted to be a part of the blog tour for; Summer at Blue Sands Cover by C.P. Ward. I love the look of this book, the cover is so pretty and I can’t wait to share it with you all. Plus, I have an exclsuive excerpt to tempt you with.

Firstly, thank you to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for the invite.

About the Book

Summer at Blue Sands Cove by CP Ward.

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Tired of the city, Grace Clelland returns to Blue Sands, the quiet Cornish seaside village where she grew up. There she will meet old flames and old friends, rekindle old loves and ignite new ones in a novel that will have you dreaming of the soft crash of the waves on the shore, the feel of sand between your toes, overloaded ice-creams and smoky beach barbeques.

Purchase Link – https://books2read.com/Summer-at-blue-sands-cove

Excerpt

Summer at Blue Sands Cove – Exit Mike, enter Doreen

Grace is obsessed with her spinning teacher, but when he suffers a groin strain, she is less than impressed with his replacement

The spinning class was so popular you had to show up thirty minutes early to be sure of getting a bike, and Mike Anderson, he of the back muscles and buns to die for, had proven why. A minor celebrity—after a brief career in a failed nineties’ boy-band he had done the naughties’ rounds of the reality TV shows before starting a career as a fitness instructor—he had matured into a forty-something dreamboat which had all of the women and some of the men drooling over his physique, his smile, and his take-me-home-for-tea eyes.

Grace joined the queue to enter, Mike standing by the door as always, greeting each attendee like an old friend. When her time came, she couldn’t bring herself to speak, only to stare into his dreamy eyes and make a throaty grunt.

‘Grace … how lovely to see you. You look well, but … you’re troubled by something, aren’t you? Hit that bike hard tonight, my love. It’ll clear out whatever negativity has been building up.’

And she was past, without even responding, but with a delightful warmth in her heart as behind her, Mike asked about another customer’s cat.

‘Neutering can be traumatic, can’t it? But Bobby will be fine in a couple of days, you’ll see.’

With Mike’s seeming clairvoyance driving her on, Grace was ready to hit new heights tonight, to exorcise her memory of Gavin once and for all. As Mike straddled his bike at the front of the group, on a machine that rather bizarrely stood on a revolving pedestal in order that over the course of the class all the attendees could get a full view of every angle of their godlike instructor, Grace readied herself to hit higher speeds and greater elevations than ever before. Hill of Suffering indeed. It would look like a children’s slide the next time she went home.

‘Oh, that’s not good.’

Mike, speaking into a microphone in his smooth, milky voice, sounded a little alarmed. Most of the people who had been warming up with a few brisk revolutions came to a stop and watched their instructor, barely daring to breathe.

Mike climbed back off the bike and began to stretch his right leg.

‘Well, excuse me for a moment. It appears I might have tweaked my groin. If you could wait a moment, ladies and guys, I’ll go put a little spray on it and see if we can’t get through the class that way.’

And he was gone, out through the studio doors, leaving the attendees to mutter to each other in hushed, fearful voices. What had happened? Would Mike be able to continue the class? And if he was injured, how long would he be unable to ride?

He returned a few minutes later, visibly limping. He climbed up on to the pedestal and stood shaking his head. His cheeks even appeared damp as though he’d been crying.

‘I’m sorry to inform you all of this, but I’m afraid it’s quite a serious tweak. I won’t be able to ride for at least a month.’

‘Will the class be cancelled?’ someone near the front wailed, as other attendees began to sniff, one or two to cry. ‘I can’t get by without this. I need you, Mike.’

‘And I need you guys too. You’re my flock. But this is just one of those things that happens sometimes. In a month or two I’ll be fine, and I’ll be back on the bike again, and it’ll be like I was never away. However, I can’t leave you without an instructor, so I’ve found someone to cover for me.’ He lifted a hand and indicated the door, just as it swung open.

A woman in a vest and combat trousers stood there, her muscled arms mottled with tattoos. Frizzy black hair was tied back and she wore a sour pout as she looked around the room. A vicious scar had punctured her cheek, leaving behind a red star shape which appeared to have been coloured in with felt tip pen.

The woman stalked through the group to the front, fists clenched as though spoiling for a fight. Mike smiled and waved her to stand next to him.

‘This is Doreen,’ he said. ‘She’ll be taking over as your instructor until my groin is back in tip top shape.’ Then, unclipping the microphone and headset, he handed it across.

‘Over to you,’ came his last soft words, and then he was walking out of the room, giving regretful waves as he passed, comforting a couple of people who were crying, reassuring the same woman as before that her cat would be fine.

The door closed behind him, and the room felt suddenly cold.

‘All right, you scum, on your bikes,’ Doreen snapped, climbing up onto the instructor’s bike. ‘I just got out of prison. You want to know how you survive in prison? You train, and you fight. Are you ready to train and fight, you worms?’

A couple of people shouted ‘Yeah!’, but most people just looked afraid.

About the Author

CP Ward is an author from the UK who currently lives and works in Japan. For more information, please visit http://www.amillionmilesfromanywhere.net/cp-ward.html

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