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Tuesday, April 12, 2016

What Happens in the Alps...Guest Post and Giveaway

About the book:
Up in the magical, snow kissed mountains…

Two years ago, Annie Brewer’s life was turned upside down when her adrenaline-junkie husband died in a tragic climbing accident. So she’s hoping that moving to the beautiful village of Santorso in the Italian Alps will finally put her life back on track…anything can happen!

She might be going into business with her oldest friend – notorious lady-charmer Matt Brown – but men are definitely out of the question for Annie! That is, until she bumps into tall, dark and delicious Alessandro Lago on the ski slopes…and spontaneously says ‘Yes’ to a date! It must be the crisp mountain air but suddenly, anything seems possible. The only trouble is, chivalrous Matt is looking more gorgeous than ever…

A sparkling romantic comedy guaranteed to beat the winter blues, What Happens in the Alps…is one story you don’t want miss in 2016!

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Firstly, my name isn't T.A. It's Trevor. I write under the androgynous name T.A. Williams because 65% of books are read by women. In my first book, Dirty Minds one of the (female) characters suggests the imbalance is due to the fact that men spend too much time getting drunk and watching football. I couldn't possibly comment. Ask my wife...hope she's right.

I've written all sorts: thrillers, historical novels, short stories and now I'm enjoying myself hugely writing humour and romance. Romantic comedies are what we all need from time to time. Life isn’t always very fair. It isn’t always a lot of fun, but when it is, we need to embrace it. If my books can put a smile on your face and maybe give your heartstrings a tug, then I know I’ve done my job.

I‘ve lived all over Europe, but now I live in a little village in sleepy Devon, tucked away in south west England. I love the place. That’s why you’ll find leafy lanes and thatched cottages in most of my books. Oh, yes, and a black Labrador.

I've been writing since I was 14 and that is half a century ago. However, underneath this bald, wrinkly exterior, there beats the heart of a youngster. My wife is convinced I will never grow up. I hope she's right.

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Guest Post by T.A. Williams

What is it with me and Labradors?

My latest book, What Happens in the Alps, has just come out and, among the other characters, there’s a big black dog in it. If you have read any of my other books, you will know that there is always a Labrador in there. Why, you may ask, does this man always insist upon adding a canine character to a book about humans?

Well, first and foremost, it’s a homage to my beloved old Labrador, Merlin, who died a few years ago. Although I would dearly love to get another Lab, my wife was so terribly upset when he died, that she refuses point blank to go through that again. So, I get my vicarious canine fix by sticking a Merlin look-alike into all my books. He wasn’t just a dog. He was a real part of the family. We got him from the vet as a rescue dog. He had been badly mistreated and he could so easily have turned into a vicious monster as a result, taking his revenge on the human race for the cruelty he had endured. Instead, he turned into a soft, loving friend, who was always there to offer a paw, a lick, or a wag of the tail. My wife and I love each other dearly, but she stopped wagging her tail when I come home quite a few years ago now. Merlin never did.

So, it’s a nod towards my dear old dog. But there’s another, more literary, reason. Although Labradors aren’t renowned for their conversational skills, they are really good listeners. Apart from an insatiable appetite, and an unfortunate tendency towards flatulence, particularly with guests in the house, they are the perfect companion when you really just need somebody to talk to. We had an old sofa by the front door, from where Merlin could sit and look out through the glass panels in the door at the outside world. I would often sit there alongside him and talk through my problems. Invariably a big hairy paw would stretch out and land on my thigh, as much as to say, “I know, Trev. I know.”

In my books, I have got into the habit of using this self-same Labradorean talent to help with the story. In my first book, Dirty Minds, the main character, Tom, is going through a very rough patch. He lives alone, his wife has died, he’s suffering from depression and he’s trying, unsuccessfully, to write a book. His faithful Labrador, Noah, admittedly helped by the incentive of a biscuit or two, listens to Tom’s worries and concerns and offers mute support. It’s the same in What Happens in Tuscany. Dante the Italian Labrador instinctively knows when things aren’t going well for either of the main characters, Katie or Victoria. He materialises at their side, places his big woolly head on their lap and looks up with those mournful brown eyes of his. His expression is one of comprehension and support, and it helps.

In this new book, What Happens in the Alps, the Labrador not only gets a supporting role, but a more active role. He is responsible, albeit unwittingly, for bringing the heroine, Annie, into contact with the handsome Alessandro. Annie’s life has been dire for the last couple of years since her husband was killed in a climbing accident. Now she’s finally starting to come out of it and, with the assistance of Leo the Labrador, things start to improve.

My next book, What Happens on the Beach (coming out in July this year) sees yet another incarnation of Merlin, this time as Barney the Lab who hates water but loves the main character, Natalie. Somehow, I really can’t envisage writing another book without a big black dog in it. 629 words

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Thanks to Karan Eleni for the opportunity to host T.A. Williams. You can learn more about T.A. Williams on his websiteFacebook or Twitter. You can purchase your own copy here. You can see other tours stops here.

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