Blog Tour Stop - The Woman Who Met Her Match by Fiona Gibson

 

Welcome to my Blog Tour Stop for The Woman Who Met Her Match by Fiona Gibson!!

 

I'm very excited as I love Fiona's books and she's such a lovely lady!

 

 

EBOOK: 13TH APRIL

PAPERBACK: 20TH APRIL

 

 

 

What They Say:

 

The laugh-out-loud Sunday Times bestseller is back - and funnier than ever! Perfect for fans of Outnumbered and Carole Matthews, Fiona writes about life as it really is.

 

After yet another disaster, Lorrie is calling time on online dating. She might be single in her forties, but she’s got a good job, wonderful children and she’s happy. This, Lorrie decides, is going to have to be enough.

That is, until she receives a very unexpected request from France. Antoine Rousseau, who had once turned a lonely French exchange trip into a summer of romance, wants to see her – after thirty years.

But Lorrie is a responsible woman. She can’t exactly run off to Nice with the man who broke her teenage heart . . . can she?

A wonderfully funny novel, perfect for fans of Jill Mansell, Joanna Bolouri and Milly Johnson.

 

 

I'm really pleased to be sharing an exclusive extract from the book with you today! Read on and see!

 

 

"In the kitchen now, I wave through the window at Stu and Bob, his friend and business cohort, who are deep in conversation at the table in our tiny back garden. Prowling for something to eat, I discover prized treasure in the form of leftover spaghetti and fresh pesto – clearly Stu’s work – in a pan on the hob. Too hungry to bother with heating it up, I shovel it down straight from the pan before joining Stu and Bob in the garden.

 

‘Hey, Lorrie,’ Bob says, hands wrapped around a mug of tea. Parsley Force has certainly knocked back their beer consumption, as most of their call-outs happen in the evenings and late into the night.

 

‘Hi, Bob. How’s it going?’

 

‘Really good,’ he enthuses. ‘Better than we could’ve hoped, amazingly.’

 

I glance at the A4 pad covered in scribbled notes on the wrought-iron table. ‘Plans for world domination?’

 

He nods and grins. ‘Well, expansion plans. Marketing, social media, that kind of thing. We’ve probably taken things as far as we can just relying on word of mouth . . .’

 

‘He reckons we need to start promoting,’ Stu offers. ‘A newsletter, competitions, more activity on the Facebook page . . .’

 

Bob laughs, adjusting the black-rimmed spectacles that dominate his boyish face. ‘Poor old granddad, afraid of social media. Thinks it’s just some conspiracy to glean all our personal information . . .’

 

‘Well, what else is it?’ Stu retorts.

 

‘It’s useful,’ I remark. ‘What about keeping in touch with old friends? Everyone’s scattered all over the place these days. How else would we all stay connected?’

 

‘Er, via telephonic apparatus?’ Stu smirks.

 

‘Okay, but when are we supposed to phone each other?’ I ask. ‘We’re all working all day and who has time for long conversations at night? Without social media, people would just fall off the radar . . .’

 

Stu shrugs. ‘Friends who fall off the radar can’t have been that important in the first place.’

 

‘But I don’t want to lose people,’ I insist. ‘And anyway, what about my dad? How else would we be able to keep in touch when he’s 12,000 miles away in Australia? It’s over a year since I’ve seen him for real but with Facebook I still get to see him in his silly yellow shorts, trying to light a barbecue, getting told off by Jill for squirting lighter fuel all over the prawns . . .’

 

Stu shrugs. ‘Okay, there is that . . .’

 

‘And it’s how we’ll spread the word,’ Bob adds. ‘Build up a wider customer base, get people talking, maybe even attract some press coverage . . .’

 

‘Who’d want to interview us?’ Stu asks.

 

‘I don’t know. Someone might find us inspiring . . .’

 

‘You could be photographed looking all macho in your biker leathers,’ I add with a grin. ‘That could boost your customer base—’

 

‘Or close us down,’ Bob sniggers as I leave them to thrash out their plans in peace.

 

Alone in the living room, I find myself wishing the kids were around tonight. These days, I barely see them. Cam’s often working or hanging out with Mo and the rest of his mates, and Amy loves being at Bella’s. Who can blame her, with their semi-wild garden and the summerhouse Bella’s dad built? Even at fifteen, the girls still love to ‘camp’ in it. Anyway, I shouldn’t be reliant on my children for company.

 

I curl up on the sofa with my laptop and, being more of the Bob persuasion where social media is concerned, I log onto Facebook with the intention of catching up with Dad.

 

Ah, a friend request. I click it open and my heart seems to clunk.

 

Antoine Rousseau."

 

 

Oooh, I can't wait to get stuck into this one! Huge thanks to Helena Sheffield and Fiona Gibson for sending me an advanced e-book in exchange for my honest review, which will follow soon.