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![]() About the BookBlurb![]() Buy LinksAmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUAbout Anneli LortAuthor BioAnneli Lort lived with a charming cast of characters in her head for a number of years before she found the time to sit down and bring them to life in the Appleton Vale series. Once she put pen to paper her imagination was free to create a character driven world of contemporary romance that is both heartwarming and engaging. In a public relations career that spanned more than two decades Anneli worked closely with elite professionals at the highest level and with some of the world’s biggest sporting companies. With this came an access-all-areas pass to the greatest sports events on the planet where she saw for herself the tension, drama and emotions that were played out behind the scenes. While TV audiences around the world watched the sporting excitement unfold, she was there to witness first-hand what really happened before and afterwards – the untold stories the rest of the world never got to see.This is the rich and enviable background she brings to her debut novel - The Sweet Spot. Anneli lives in a village much like her fictional creation - Appleton Vale - that is nestled against the foothills of the South Downs. She spends her days working in brand communications, writing, walking her dog – Hector – and riding her New Forest Pony Henry. The dog shares the house; the horse has his own rather spacious accommodation. Anneli is currently writing the second novel in the Appleton Vale series - The Country Club - which will be on sale in December 2017.Connect with AnneliWebsite | Facebook | TwitterGiveawayTo celebrate the release of her bestselling debut, The Sweet Spot, Anneli is giving away a £20 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner. For your chance to win, enter via the Rafflecopter below. The contest closes at midnight EST on September 8, 2017, and is open to entrants worldwide. Good Luck! a Rafflecopter giveawayTour StopsAugust 28: Bookk Review by Foxylutely Books August 29: Author Interview with Drops of Ink August 30: Exclusive Excerpt at The Bookworm Lodge August 31: Exclusive Excerpt at All Things Bookaholic September 1: Exclusive Excerpt at Reviews by Crystal September 2: Guest Post at Book Huntress’ WorldExclusive Excerpt at Underneath the Covers September 3: Guest Post at Lori's Reading Corner September 4: Exclusive Excerpt at I Heart Reading September 5: Guest Post at Romance Novel Giveaways September 6: Character Interview with Archaeolibrarian – I Dig Good Books September 7: Exclusive Excerpt at Romantic Reads and Such Book Review by Life at 17 September 8: Exclusive Excerpt at Loves Great Reads September 9: Author Interview with Liz's Reading Life September 10: Exclusive Excerpt at Abibliophobia Anonymous ![]()
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At that moment, the door crashed open, hitting the coat stand behind it. A draught of autumn air and wood-smoke hit Olivia, and she looked around to see the very man she was here to work with, Sebastian Bloom, six feet and two inches of perfection. He was broad-shouldered with thick dark hair, cut short; his olive-skinned, angular face was breathtakingly chiselled, with a defiant chin. Dressed casually in what she recognised as an ultra-stylish, ultra-expensive Damian de Landre tweed jacket and jeans, he commanded the room before he set foot in it. They hadn’t met before, even though she’d spent time at some of the more prestigious golf tournaments interviewing his peers. She knew he was good-looking, but close up he was mesmerising. Sebastian had the rare condition of Heterochromia, which had gifted him one smouldering brown eye and one exotic dark green eye under long, thick lashes. For the first time in her working life, and with all the fabulously famous sporting stars she had met, she went a little weak at the knees. Pull yourself together, Carmichael, said the little voice of reason in her head. This is purely professional. Sebastian strode across the saloon towards her, stopping briefly to kiss Susie and exchange greetings with Tom. “You must be Olivia?” He offered his hand and Olivia, somewhat nervous, extended hers towards him. “Yes, that’s me, guilty as charged,” she grinned and noticed a ghost of a smile cross his face. “Welcome to Appleton Vale. I trust you’ve settled in already. I’d like to start work as soon as possible if that’s ok with you? Tomorrow morning around nine o’clock?” It was more of a demand than a suggestion. Olivia immediately switched into work mode, her professionalism at the very top of her list of attributes when it came to dealing with superstars and their egos. “Tomorrow’s Saturday, not strictly a working day,” she replied carefully, matching her words with a smile so as not to appear rude. “Does that make a difference?” Sebastian replied. “Feel free to bring the dog if you want to.” He stooped down and acknowledged Hector’s presence with a loving chin scratch and then he was gone, leaving Olivia smarting in his wake, but unable to stop herself from sneaking an admiring look as he walked away. She swung back round to the bar and looked at Susie, whose embarrassment was evident. “Who the hell does he think he is?” she demanded through gritted teeth. “I know he’s had a rough time of it lately but that was just downright rude. I haven’t even set foot inside the cottage, let alone had a chance to settle in.” Susie, flustered, leant over the bar and thrust an envelope into Olivia’s hand. “He’s a wonderful man, take my word for it.” She was becoming an expert in explaining away Sebastian’s boorish behaviour. “These are the keys to Brook Cottage. Get yourself sorted, and tend to Sebastian in your own time. His bark is worse than his bite, and I’m pretty sure you can stand up for yourself. Don’t judge him on what you’ve read and what your journalist friends have told you, he really is smashing when he’s on form,” she added with a smile. “Now, off you go. Pop in later and I’ll have something delicious ready for your supper; you can’t cook on your first night.” “I thought you were having a night between the sheets with Tom?” Olivia raised an eyebrow and smiled. “He can wait. Besides, it’s only supper,” Susie smiled warmly. “So I’ll see you later?” Olivia smiled, nodded her agreement and pulled on her jacket to brave the unseasonably cold wind outside. She didn’t have far to go as Brook cottage was just fifty yards down the road from the pub. Convenient, she thought, when writer’s block sets in, of course.
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