Nice Day For A White Wedding by A.L. Michael BLOG TOUR

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Another blog tour i hear you ask? That’s right, another blog tour. This time we are involved in the Nice Day For A White Wedding tour by A.L Michael and i’m very excited to give you some exclusive content for this wonderful novel. Nice Day For A White Wedding is the second novel in The House on Camden Square series and it promises all the drama, humour and great characters that the first novel did.

Keep reading for our exclusive expert from the novel and also an Italian themed giveaway!

Here’s a little bit more about the novel:

thumbnail_29912901Chelsea Donnolly wasn’t supposed to amount to anything. But if there’s one thing the bad girl from the estate liked better than trouble, it was a challenge. So, to the amusement of her best friends Evie, Mollie and Ruby – and the disbelief of her teachers – this bad girl turned good.

These days, Chelsea is the kind of girl people are proud to know – and, after a surprise trip to Venice, she has a ring on her finger to prove it. But to get there, she’s had to learn to keep her deepest secrets from everyone – even her fiancé. And when wedding preparations threaten to blow her cover, Chelsea can’t help but wonder: in her battle to the top, might she have left the best parts of herself behind?

Here is our exclusive expert from the novel that is sure to get you excited for reading Nice Day For A White Wedding!

A few hours later, Chelsea found herself looking at the bluest water she’d ever seen. The train had been much like any other train in any other city, cramped and uncomfortable, filled with driven commuters and confused tourists. Kit seemed like a natural amongst them, his loose-fitting white linen shirt rolled up to the sleeves, his blond hair slicked back, looking out from behind his Ray Bans as he held on with one hand, holding a book in the other. Chelsea had tried to match him, to look like someone who would be right with the perfect man who stood next to her. She had picked her favourite white sundress with the blue floral pattern on it. Her own dark sunglasses covered most of her face, and she tilted her head back like she was Audrey Hepburn or Jackie O. But the truth was, her hair was sticking to her neck, the sun was beating through the window until she was sure her fair skin was crisping and the dress was stuck to the back of her knees, where sweat droplets occasionally rolled down her calf.

When they stepped off the train platform in Desenzano, Chelsea felt herself breathe for the first time in hours.

‘How do you still look so fucking cool?’ she frowned as Kit carried over the bag, taking a deep breath and grinning at her.

‘Because I’m awesome,’ he shrugged, ‘and looking cool when you feel like Satan himself is licking your balls is a talent a lawyer has to have. Come on, the next bit’s the best bit.’

They trundled down the hill from the station, the wide roads and tall trees offering shade, but looking so obviously different from the cobbled streets of Venice.

‘It’s…not what I was expecting.’ She tried to keep the disappointment from her voice. Sure, it was sunny, but these houses could be on a suburban road back home.

‘Just wait,’ Kit shook his head, handing her a bottle of water, then grinning at her as the road became narrower and narrower at the bottom, until the wheels of the suitcase were suddenly bumping

along cobbles and the large houses turned into narrow, tall buildings that seemed to loom at unusual angles.

‘Welcome to the Lake,’ Kit grinned, holding out his hand to her as they walked into the town square, where tourists roamed slowly, reaching out to touch leather handbags in bright colours, staring at the latest fashions in glossy shop windows. They walked around a corner and Chelsea suddenly saw a wide

expanse of blue, vibrant and brighter than she could ever remember the sea being. Even the way the sun had sparkled from the canals of Venice as she had looked down at her ring couldn’t beat this.

‘I’m not being funny, babe, but that doesn’t look like any lake I’ve ever seen.’

Kit grinned. ‘The question now is, have we made it in time for the boat?’

‘The boat?’

‘Up to my parents. They’re in Malcesine.’ She heard as his voice inflected the ‘ch’ sound in the name.

‘And that’s not where we are?’

He shook his head.

‘And we have to get a boat?’

Kit laughed. ‘I love how you’ve actually let go and trusted me with this. Can you imagine any other situation where you don’t actually know which city you’re in?’

‘Not one that ends well,’ Chelsea huffed, fanning herself.

Kit grabbed her hand and they walked along to the ticket booth, where Chelsea looked on in shock as he suddenly launched into a fairly confident conversation in Italian. He laughed, grinned, handed over the money and all Chelsea could pick up was that he thanked him. She’d picked some Italian up, even if it was only from watching Roman Holiday over and over again as a kid, but she was nowhere near Kit.

Kit nodded and led her back towards the bar on the corner, picking a seat in the shade. He was almost more himself here, more dominant. His hand hovered at the small of her back as they walked, and then he pulled her chair out for her without hesitation. Sometimes he did that stuff back home, but it was different here, like he was suddenly local.

He relaxed back into the chair, surveying the people around him with undisguised interest. Everyone seemed to be sitting out, watching everyone else. The old lady in the red dress with the poodle at her feet. The old men playing cards. The young couple laughing, hands interlaced loosely. Everyone seemed

to be dressed up, like they knew they were playing the extras in the glossy version of Chelsea’s life today. The idea made her snort.

Suddenly the waiter appeared, and Kit once again launched into Italian, talking with his hands in a way he never had.

‘Wine?’ he suddenly said to Chelsea, who winced.

‘Aperol,’ he nodded, and the waiter grinned, saying something else that Chelsea had an idea was not pleasant, before disappearing in to retrieve drinks.

‘What was that?’

‘He said you’re beautiful but unhappy,’ Kit snorted, looking at her from behind his tilted sunglasses. ‘He said English women never do well in the Italian sun. It beats them or it converts them.’

‘Meaning?’

‘They get burnt and spend all their time in the shade, or they become obsessed with getting an even tan.’

‘Hmmf,’ was Chelsea’s only response.

Kit waited until the drinks were delivered, two bright orange goblets with ice. Chelsea took a delicate sip and made a face.

‘You get used to it.’

‘That’s what they say about smear tests and London rental prices – doesn’t make them any better.’ She raised an eyebrow but took an extra gulp all the same before resting the cool glass against her neck.

‘You know, I take it back, you’re going to get on with my family just fine.’

They sat in silence, Chelsea closing her eyes as she listened to the sounds of lilting Italian accents, chatting tourists and the slow horn of a boat in the distance.

‘Hey babe?’ she heard Kit say, almost miles away on the edge of sleep. ‘You know what the waiter said about English women? I think you may have burnt your nose.’

If that’s enough to get you intrigued, you can get your copy of it right NOW on Amazon by clicking HERE. The reviews are already singing the praises of A.L. Michael so you can guarantee the amazing writing of book one in Nice Day For A White Wedding. 

If that’s not enough for you, we also have a Giveaway for this novel! The prize is an Italian themed goodie bag, filled with processo, biscotti and other Italian themed happiness. You can enter by clicking HERE.

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