On the 17th day of #TCRXmas I bring you a festive guest post from T. A. Williams, who recently published ‘What Happens at Christmas’ which you can grab HERE. I already have two of Mr Williams’ books and I’m really excited to read them as I’ve heard amazing comments. T. A. has also kindly offered AN E-BOOK of ‘WHAT HAPPENS IN CORNWALL’ as a prize during my #TCRXmas so make sure you enter the giveaway (rafflecopter at the end of this post). Many thanks to T. A. for visiting my blog today and to you, guys for reading. See you tomorrow with more #TCRXmas fun & another giveaway (as you’ve noticed, there’s a new giveaway Monday to Friday, till Christmas. So, keep your eyes peeled for more chances to win amazing books).
All I want for Christmas
Let me start by quoting innumerable wannabe beauty queens by saying that what I would really like for Christmas this year is world peace. Take a look around. It’s a real mess; death, destruction, cruelty and suffering everywhere you look. So, Santa, if you exist and if you’re listening, you can ignore the next few paragraphs and just stuff a good helping of peace down as many chimneys as you can.
As for me, on a personal level, it’s very simple, really; health and happiness for me, my family and my friends. Of course, if my new book, What Happens at Christmas… were to end up in the top 100 then that would add a bit of lustre to the big day, but, Santa, don’t worry too much about that. Just keep the health and happiness thing going.
Now, allowing myself to dream a bit, the other thing I would like for Christmas would be a bit of time travel. I wish I could go back to when I was in my late teens, early twenties, knowing what I know now about life. When I look back at photos of the unbelievably thin student with bushy sideburns, gown and hat, I remember just what a prat I was. And particularly when it came to relations with members of the opposite sex. Let me explain.
Back then, an average night out went something like this: meet my mates in the pub, drink at least three or four pints of beer, smoke a handful of cigarettes (yes I know, it’s disgusting, but everybody smoked back then) and then head for the “Disco”. Upon entering the disco, we would line up against the bar and consume even more Dutch courage. All the while we would be surveying the girls on the dance floor, most of whom were dancing in pairs around their handbags, making comments along the lines of, ‘Cor I fancy that,’ or ‘I don’t fancy yours’. These comments, I now know, were to mask the sheer blind terror we felt at having to approach and talk to girls. Then finally, suitably lubricated, it would be time to go across to some poor girl, breathe a toxic mixture of alcohol and nicotine over her, and ask her to dance.
The least said about my dancing then or now the better. Suffice it to say that normally within a matter of minutes after my arrival on the dance floor, my unfortunate partner would excuse herself and hurry off to the Ladies’ toilet, never to return. I never worked out if there was a special secret exit there, but a number of my friends had similar experiences so it was either a hell of a big toilet, or there had to be some way out.
So, you get the picture. Not really love’s young dream. Now, at the ripe old age of 66, after years living and working with women, I know a lot more about what I was doing wrong and how I could have improved. Oh, to be able to go back to that shy young man in his crepe shirt, flared trousers and black-rimmed glasses and say, ‘That’s not how you do it, stupid. This is what you do.’
So, Santa, that’s all I want for Christmas…
*I write under the androgynous name, TA Williams, partly because my chosen genre of Romantic Comedy/Chick Lit is normally read by women and partly because you lot buy more books than men. One of my characters says this is because men spend all their time watching football and getting drunk but I’d rather not comment.
What Happens in Cornwall by T. A. Williams
Published by Carina
Published on 20.07.2015
Genres: humor, chick lit
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For a very British summer holiday…
When archaeologist Sam realises her relationship is as dead as the skeletons she’s exhuming, she knows it’s time to make a change. But with bills to pay her options are limited…until a discovery on Rock Island in Cornwall gives her a reason to escape…
Head to the Cornish coast!
In Cornwall, questions are thrown up at every turn: who is the glamorous owner of Rock Island that the paparazzi are so interested in? How has the irresistible, but impossibly arrogant, history professor James Courtney managed to get so far under Sam’s skin? And will it ever stop raining so Sam can lose the cagoule and sip a cool drink in the sun? One thing’s for sure: there’s never been a holiday quite like this one!
Thanks to T. A. I’m giving away an E-BOOK of WHAT HAPPENS IN CORNWALL. The giveaway is open INTERNATIONALLY and closes on 26th December. Winner will be contacted by e-mail or on twitter and will have 48 hours to claim their prize. If we don’t hear from them, we’ll pick a new winner. Best of luck, guys and thanks for reading!
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