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Guest post: Author Evonne Wareham on Researching Locations in Lockdown

Authors, Writing By October 20, 2020 Tags: , , , , , , , , , 2 Comments

A big thank you to Kath – and Squizzey – for inviting me onto the blog today to mark the publication of my fifth book, A Wedding on the Riviera. One of my trademarks as a writer is my fondness for glamorous locations. Kath suggested I might talk about the complexities of researching locations when in lockdown – so that’s…

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Author Q&A & #Giveaway: Summer in San Remo by Evonne Wareham

Authors, Giveaway By August 21, 2018 Tags: , , , 1 Comment

I’m welcoming author Evonne Wareham to the Nut Press today to talk about her most recent release, Summer in San Remo, which I reviewed here. You can also win a signed copy below. What three words would you use to describe Summer in San Remo? Sunny, flirty, enigmatic. Summer in San Remo is a departure from your previous books which…

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Book Review: Summer in San Remo by Evonne Wareham

Book reviews By August 21, 2018 Tags: , , , 1 Comment

You can tell from the gorgeous cover with its mediterranean colours that Evonne Wareham’s Summer in San Remo is an altogether breezier caper then her previous romantic suspense novels. Anything could happen when you spend summer in San Remo … Running her busy concierge service usually keeps Cassie Travers fully occupied. But when a new client offers her the strangest…

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An afternoon with Choc Lit’s Pink Ladies

Authors, Books, Events By November 14, 2016 Tags: , , , , 4 Comments

If you follow me on social media or have ever read this blog before, you’ll know that books, chocolate and adventures with squirrels (and yes, Squizzey, especially one in particular) are three of my favourite things. Luckily, I caught a Facebook post by Evonne Wareham earlier last week advertising an event that combined all three. On Thursday lunchtime, Squizzey and I ventured over to…

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Never Coming Home… The ‘Wispa It …’ Blog Tour

Authors, Book launch By February 7, 2012 Tags: , , , 13 Comments

The house was in a kind of mews, not directly on the river. Compact, made of old brick. It was a world away from the backstreets of Hackney where he’d grown up. That was an even longer time ago. Yet another name, and another life. He frowned. He didn’t need stuff like that surfacing. He was American, nowadays – it said so on…

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