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Tales Post – Extract from Cold by John Sweeney


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I was super excited to be asked Alice at Midas PR to be part of the blog tour for the first in a new adult fiction thriller series by British writer and broadcaster John Sweeney, Cold.

Join in the conversation on twitter using #Cold

My stop on the blog tour is a thrilling extract from the book!

Enjoy!


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In the feeble light of a London winter, Joe Tiplady walks his dog in the snow. He is not alone. Two men are tracking him, as is a woman with wolf eyes. Soon Joe will find himself caught in a storm of violence and retribution that he does not yet understand.

Around the world, a chain of events is in motion that will make Joe a priceless target. A retired Soviet general hunts for his missing daughter after a series of brutal murders. A ruthless assassin loses something so precious he will do anything to get it back. And in the mountains of Utah, a brilliant ex-CIA chief wrestles with his religion.

In the shadow of them all lies Zoba, strongman ruler of Russia and puppet-master of the world’s darkest operatives. Can Joe save himself from this dangerous web of power and revenge? Where can he run when there’s nowhere left to hide?


Extract

The beetle ushered Joe down a marble staircase. His feet felt cold on the stone; the handrail was of the smoothest onyx. The staircase coiled around on itself – alcoves populated with a strange mix of Orthodox icons, eighteenth-century portraits in oil of grand figures in fur, and modern art – down to a hall dominated by a circular wall of mirrors reflecting a marble statue of a naked man, sightless, with both arms missing. At the feet of the statue sat two dog bowls, one for water, one for food.

The beetle opened a shiny black door and they were out on the streets of London; a square, somewhere in Belgravia. Nearby, the flag of some exotic foreign power flapped feebly in the night.

Joe, hugging the blanket to his body, stood on the step and drank in great draughts of London air: dirty, diesel-speckled, free.

Behind him he could hear a commotion, a woman shouting, screaming abuse, and a man replying, much more quietly, the register of his voice conveying menace. A dark-blue Jaguar came to a halt beside them.

Get in,’ said the beetle, and the car door closed behind Joe with a soft, expensive thunk. After a few beats, more doors opened and closed. A middle-aged man with a sour expression, his moustache thick and bristly, claimed the front seat. Wearing a rumpled tweed jacket, white shirt, regimental tie and salmon pink corduroy trousers, he was heavy without being fat, tough without overdoing it.

He turned to the driver and said, ‘Go.’

The Jaguar slid through the London streets, heading west, but it was the woman now sitting next to him that had Joe’s attention: Wolf Eyes, the woman he’d first met at the vet’s, what seemed a lifetime ago. Streetlights strobed through the car’s windows, casting her first light, then dark, light, dark. Her perfume, which, only a few minutes before, he had experienced as a blindfolded prisoner, filled the car. Close up, she was not just extraordinarily beautiful, but bewitchingly so. And yet he was intensely angry with her for what she had done.

‘Three people dead.’

The wolf eyes stared at him, cold, unblinking.

Joe struggled to get the words out: ‘What’s . . . what’s wrong with you? Who are you and why all of this? Why did you kill those people?’

She swung in her seat and hit him with the edge of her hand, against the side of his mouth.

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Cold by John Sweeney is out 1st July (Thomas and Mercer, £8.99)

You can buy a copy of Cold here or from your local bookshop


About John Sweeney

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John Sweeney is a British writer and broadcaster who became a YouTube sensation in 2007 while working for BBC Panorama and lost his temper with a member of the Church of Scientology. He admitted looking like an ‘exploding tomato’. As a reporter, first for The Observer, then the BBC Sweeney has covered wars and chaos in more than eighty countries and been undercover to a number of tyrannies including Chechnya, North Korea and Zimbabwe. He has helped free seven people falsely convicted of killing babies, starting with Sally Clark and Angela Cannings. He has ‘door-stepped’ Vladimir Putin over the killings in Ukraine and when he challenged Donald Trump about his business relationship with mafiosi Fat Tony Salerno, Mr Trump walked out on him. Over the course of his career John has won an Emmy, two Royal Television Society prizes, an Sony Gold award, the What The Papers Say Journalist of The Year Prize, an Amnesty International prize and the Paul Foot Award. His hobby is falling off his bike on the way back from the pub.

Sweeney’s rule of thumb in journalism is: ‘I poke crocodiles in the eye with a stick.’
He lives in London, has written seven non-fiction books and two novels. His first, Elephant Moon, has sold more than 150,000 copies. His second, Cold, will be published in the summer of 2016.

He’s on twitter, his handle stemming from his encounter with Scientology: @johnsweeneyroar


Blog Tour

You can catch up of follow the rest of the blog tour at the following stops!

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A huge thank you to John for letting me feature an extract here on the blog an to Alice at Midas PR for asking me to be part of the tour and organising!

Have you read Cold?  What did you think?  Have you read any of John Sweeney’s other thrillers?  I would love to hear from you!  Why not leave a comment using the reply button at the top of this review or tweet me on twitter using @chelleytoy!

Happy Reading!

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Guest Post – Losing It Extract and Introduction by Jamie Scallion


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I am super excited to have been asked to be part of the blog tour for this wonderful book, Losing It by Jamie Scallion which is the third penultimate book in The Rock N Roll diaries.

Losing It was released on the 9th June 2016 published in paperback by Mad Notes Media.

A huge thank you to Laura Curtis from Riot Communications for having me on this wonderful tour.

For my stop on the blog tour I have a brilliant extract from the book and a fab introduction from the awesome Jamie Scallion himself!


3.Losing ItLosing It is the third book in the explosive teen series The Rock ‘n’ Roll Diaries. This brilliant quartet of Young Adult novels has acquired thousands of online fans since its launch in 2015. USA Baby! The RockAteers are on the road again. Egg watches their profile soar from his self-imposed exile. With a nudge from Clipper, he makes an important decision. Burt has a new mission impossible in the form of hot actress Daisy Coolidge, but is he ready to join The Faith in order to succeed? Clipper has a boyfriend and Tea is suspicious. Before long it’s clear there are others who aren’t what they seem. Things are about to go crazy in RockAteers world! Expect a rollercoaster ride of revenge, betrayal and murky secrets in the penultimate instalment of The Rock ’n’ Roll Diaries.

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Introduction by Jamie Scallion

I love New York; it’s a music town. Countless songs have been written about the city and its rich heritage of artists and venues make the place somewhere I never tire of going to. It’s why I chose the Big Apple as the setting for a lot of the action in Book 3.

 In the third instalment we needed to see The RockAteers really struggle. America is huge. When I’ve toured America, one thing is dominant at all times – the sheer size of it. Because of that enormity bands have to spend months and months touring it. This puts an huge strain, not only on the band but the tour manager, crew and basically everyone. And, inevitably, tempers shorten and then they fray which can lead to some pretty ridiculous situations and arguments.

So in the scene below the band are at the end of their combined tether. Of course, it’s the lead singer and guitarist that cause most of the fuss.

Thanks, Jamie Scallion


Extract

The RockAteers coach waited with its engine running. The car park under the hotel was hidden from unwelcome eyes, a key reason why the hotel was often used by celebrities. Once the personality was ensconced behind tinted windows the car, bus or limo could pass on to 49th Street undetected. Burt, Tea, Ged and Clipper were already on board. Egg was half an hour late.

“It’s because he’s a prick!” Burt announced, as he drained his third mug of champagne.

“It ain’t like him,” Tea said.

“Can’t you do something, Ged? We do know he’s in the hotel,” Clipper said.

“We’ve missed sound check anyway and you’re not on stage for two and a half hours. He’s probably just dealing with a problem,” Ged replied, unperturbed.

“The problem he’s dealing with is that he’s a dick,” Burt said. “Takes one to know one,” Tea said, under his breath.


Burt turned towards Tea and narrowed his eyes.


“How many bassists does it take to change a light bulb?” Burt said, allowing his smirk to grow. “Just one, but the guitarist has to show him how first.”

Burt burst into laughter. No one joined him.


Tea glared. “Says the man who can’t play an instrument.”


“I play guitar,” Burt said, his mirth evaporated. “I bet you two grand you can’t name me five famous bass players!”


Burt shed an enormous wedge of money from his inside jacket pocket and put it on the table.


Tea shook his head. “Entwistle, John Paul Jones, Flea, Paul McCartney, Bootsy Collins, Jack Bruce, Lemmy, Cliff Burton, Sting, Lex Sadler, Ben Sergeant and Michael Skorjanec!”

Tea reached over and snatched up the huge wad of $100 bills.

Burt gazed at him bewildered. “Paul McCartney isn’t a bass player,” he said at last.

“I’m afraid he is, mate,” Clipper said.

Burt looked at Ged for support but the Tour Manager nodded.

“Why are you carrying so much money around, lad?” Ged asked.

“You never know when you might need it,” Burt replied defensively.


“Egg’s here,” Clipper interrupted, peering out of the window.

They all gazed out and watched Egg walk across the car park, straight past the bus and into the open door of a blacked-out limo. The smart-looking chauffeur closed the door behind him and returned to the driver’s seat.

There was a long silence before Burt exploded. “What the hell was that?” he screamed, racing off the bus. Clipper, Tea and Ged followed close behind.

Burt sprinted to the limo and started knocking hard on the tinted glass. The electric window slid down a couple of inches. Only Egg’s eyes were visible.

“Yes,” he asked haughtily.


“What the hell are you playing at?”


“I don’t know what you mean,” Egg replied.


“Don’t be a dick. Get out of the fucking limo! We’ve been waiting for you for hours.”


“Oh, I see, it’s OK for you to get your own personal tour bus, but I can’t ride to ONE gig in a limo? What are we, second class citizens?”

“Listen, Smeg,” Burt hissed. “I don’t know what your game is, but you’re in for a proper big shock…”

Before Burt could say another word, the window shut and the limo pulled away.

“You shithead! Come back!” he bellowed, jogging alongside.

As the car gathered speed, so did Burt.


“Burt, what you doing? Leave it, let’s go,” Clipper called after him.


“Piss off, you gay idiot. That ginger tit needs to learn some manners,” Burt yelled back at him, continuing to slap the car window. “Get out and get on the bloody bus, fuck-balls!”

The car sped up the ramp, turned and was gone. Burt stopped, hands on hips, panting. He turned to find Tea, Ged and Clipper glaring at him.

“What?” Burt asked innocently.


“Who are you?” Clipper said coldly.


“I’m not letting him get away with that!” Burt said, sprinting back towards the bus.


Clipper, Tea and Ged watched as Burt climbed into the cab and pulled the driver from his seat.


“What the hell is he doing?” Ged yelled, breaking into a run.

Tea and Clipper pelted after him.
The tour bus lurched forward and then ground to a halt as the engine died.


Ged reached the open door and pulled up. “Get out of there!” he roared.


Tea and Clipper arrived and stood watching in shock as Burt fumbled with the ignition. The engine roared to life once again. Burt turned and grinned at them. This time he managed to move the bus forward and the front door hissed to a close, shutting firmly in their faces.

3.Losing ItYou can buy a copy of Losing it or any of the other books in there series here


About Jamie Scallion

41BX3DKPYvL._UX250_Jamie Scallion grew up in South London. He started a rock band at school and as lead singer of a cult London band for twelve years he toured the world, playing with some of the biggest names in the music industry. He wrote The Rock ‘n’ Roll Diaries whilst on the road.

For more please visit www.therocknrolldiaries.com

Or why not follow Jamie on twitter – @JamieScallion


Blog Tour

Follow or catch up on the rest of this fab blog tour at the below stops!

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A huge huge thank you to Jamie for such a fab post and to Laura Curtis for organising!

Have you read Losing It or any of the books in The Rock N Roll Diaries?  What did you think?   I would love to hear from you!  Why not leave a comment using the reply button at the top of this review or tweet me on twitter using @chelleytoy!

Happy Reading!

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Spotlight – Extract From Darkmere by Helen Maslin


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The lovely people at Chicken House have kindly asked me to be part of the How Do You Like Your Romance Blog Tour featuring Darkmere by Helen Maslin and Crow Mountain by Lucy Inglis.

I read and loved Darkmere a few months ago and have recently read Crown Mountain also.  Both are brilliant reads and I highly recommend picking up a copy of both!

Check out my review of Darkmere here

Find my Crow Mountain post for the tour here

Or check out inspiration and a deleted prologue from Darkmere here

If you haven’t read Darkmere today I have an exclusive extract from the book to share with you!

Do you like your romance Gothic and Dangerous……


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A castle. A curse. One dangerous holiday … Kate and her friends are spending the summer at Darkmere Castle in Devon which she thinks will be a perfect opportunity for her to get together with Leo. But instead, she s drawn into the dark story of an nineteenth-century girl who haunts the tunnels and towers of the house … and whose curse now hangs over them all. 


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Darkmere by Helen Maslin is out now and published by Chicken House. For more information visit chickenhousebooks.com 


About Helen Maslin

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Helen Maslin lives in Cheltenham with her husband and two young sons. She has studied English, history and art history, which remain her chief interests. She also runs an art club at her children’s primary school.

Helen’s art club is fun but always very messy. Her favourite things are brightly-coloured hair, Peter Lorre’s voice, the smell of new books, Roy Lichtenstein’s art, niceness and cake.  Darkmere is her debut novel.

Follow Helen on Twitter – @HelenMaslin

Also check out Helen’s fab blog here!


Blog Tour

How do you like your romance?

Find out more about Darkmere in my review here

Find out more about Crow Mountain by checking out my review here

Or catch up or follow the rest of this fab blog tour here!

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Darkmere by Helen Maslin and Crow Mountain by Lucy Inglis are out now and published by Chicken House. For more information visit chickenhousebooks.com 

A huge thank you to Laura at Chicken House for inviting me to be part of this fab blog tour!

You can buy Darkmere by Helen Maslin here

Or why not add it to your Goodreads wish list here

Or check out inspiration and a deleted prologue from Darkmere here

I also love this top 5 castles post on Chicken House that includes Darkmere – here !

Check out a spotlight piece I did for another book where Helen tells me her bright place – here

Have you read Darkmere?  What did you think?  Has this exttract intrigued you enough into buying a copy?  Do you have any fab ghost stories or visited any haunted castles?  I would love to hear from you!  Why not leave a comment using the reply button at the top of the page or tweet me on twitter using @chelleytoy !

Happy Reading….*hears a creak!*

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Review – The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf & Rush Jobs by Nick Bryan


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 The 19th January 2015 marked the release day of the second book in the Hobson & Choi Series – Rush Jobs by self published author Nick Bryan. I am very excited to have been sent an ebook copy of both this book and the first in the series The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf for me to read and review.

I am over the moon to be part of the wonderful blog tour for this series and for my stop on the tour I am going to share my reviews of both books.  I also have an excerpt from The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf, a little about the amazing Nick Bryan and details of a fab giveaway!

Thank you to both Faye Rogers and Nick Bryan for having me on this wonderful tour.

Ps – I think Choi has broken into Tales Of Yesterday and has made some changes on the site for the day!

You can also find out which Hobson and Choi character you are here


The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf  The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf (Hobson & Choi #1)

“If we get 400 followers, John Hobson will solve that nasty wolf-murder case for free! Fight the thing himself if he has to! #HobsonVsWolf!”Angelina Choi was only trying to drum up some Twitter followers and make a good impression on her first day interning at John Hobson’s one-man detective agency.

But the campaign went viral and now they have a murder to solve, no money coming in, and an unwilling Hobson faced with battling some enormous beast.

With both follower and body counts rising, can they crack the case without offending everyone or being eaten by a huge dog?

The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf is the first case starring Hobson & Choi, a bickering, mismatched detective duo for 21st century London. This book collects the debut storyline of the hit darkly comic crime web serial, extensively rewritten and improved for this definitive edition.

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Wow!  I LOVED this book with a capital L!  The girl who tweeted wolf is a fab introduction to the world of Hobson and Choi!  I literally could not put this down.  A great mix of adult crime, but with a crossover appeal to YA…just perfect.

The story is told from alternating perspectives by Hobson, the presentable clean shaven punctual detective with a slightly unpredictable fiery side and Choi, 16 year old intern on work experience for two weeks.  On her first day of work experience in an office the size of a rich mans cupboard Hobson asks Choi to set up a twitter account for his detective business and get him followers.  What Hobson doesn’t bank on is Choi’s imagination and marketing skills quickly gaining followers by marketing Hobson as a detective who will solve the current Wolf murders for free if he gets 400 followers and quickly establishing a twitter trend of #hobsonvswolf.  With Hobsons followers going through the roof  the hunt for the murderer begins!

I loved the characters in this book so much.  The determination and willingness yet slightly frightened Choi.  The head strong, twitter hating Hobson who loves a good old munch on a Subway (yummy) and once hit someone off a bike so that the bike kept going and knocked over a suspect. Some dead bodies and a brilliant range of suspects including the best suspect name ever an angry character called Violet Vole – love it!

I also loved the relationship between Hobson & Choi.  As the book progresses Choi very often puts Hobson in his place although Hobson just ignores the advise and ploughs on anyway! It gives a kind of comic feel to the book and story.  The work well together on the page and are both individual. One of my favourite parts of the book is when Choi is gently trying to question a sensitive suspect, but Hobson becomes inpatient and just goes for the jugular and says it as it is without thinking of the consequence.  There are some touching scenes between Choi and her “over protective” mother with Choi often saying she won’t be in danger d her mother disagreeing.

With murders to solve, subways to eat, a full English breakfast description to put you off greasy spoons for life, new buildings like the Inspiration Gestation Station building to explore and a guilty looking workers on the Social Awesome floor this first instalment in the Hobson and Choi series took me on a twisty turny crime adventure which kept me guessing till the very heart stopping end!

I award this book 5 out of 5 Tales Of Yesterday Books

1PS – I also had an awesome bonus story with my copy of this book and it was thrilling!


Rush Jobs Rush Jobs (Hobson & Choi #2)

“Sometimes #crime feels like the Matrix. Or the #patriarchy or #porn. It’s everywhere, even in people you trusted, and there’s so MUCH of it.”

Angelina Choi returns for her second and final week of work experience at John Hobson’s detective agency, ready for anything after their first successful murder solve.

After all that online buzz, they’re in phenomenal demand. Can Hobson & Choi solve a kidnapping, play chicken with corporate crime, beat back gentrification, save a dog from drug dealers and head off violent backlash from their last case?

Or will grim revelations about Hobson’s past leave them floundering in the chaos?

Rush Jobs collects the second major storyline in the Hobson & Choi saga, #1 on Jukepop Serials and #2 in Dark Comedy on Amazon, adding brand new chapters and scenes to the case.

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The second book in the Hobson and Choi series starts off right where the 1st one left off with it being the second week of work experience for intern Choi who wants to prove herself to Hobson and Hobson moving his detective premises and being in popular demand following cracking the wolf case!  I again, like the first, LOVED, this book.  A superb sequel!  I cannot believe I have never read these books before now!  Shame on me!  Again a great mix of adult crime, but with a crossover appeal to YA…just perfect.

This time Hobson and Choi are tasked to solve a number of various crimes including a kidnapping, saving a dog from some dodgy drug dealers and much more all with interesting consequences and a great back story for Hobson is revealed!

The good old Subway stakeout is back in this book in all its glory!  I also loved how Hobson seemed more protective of Choi , but at the same time Choi seems to mature and grow page by page which I loved as a character development for the series.  I loved how whilst still hating twitter it made me laugh when Hobson tells Choi to purposely tweet about a case with Choi becoming quite speechless at Hobson’s change of heart, but deep down Hobson knows its good for business!

As much as I loved the first book I loved how this one had more of a variety of cases and a bad terrifying villain to boot.  As well as the comic element which is still present there were a lot more really tense moments which really hooked me into the book.

I heard on twitter that there will be a 3rd Hobson and Choi book coming which was a relief and caused me much excitement as I get to see what happens now Choi’s works experience ends and …well basically just more Hobson and Choi!  Yay!

I award this book 5 out of 5 Tales Of Yesterday Books

1 PS – I also had another awesome bonus story with my copy of this book and it was creepily fantastic!


About the Author

me-squared Nick Bryan is a London-based writer of genre fiction, usually with some blackly comic twist. As well as the detective saga Hobson & Choi, he is also working on a novel about the real implications of deals with the devil and has stories in several anthologies.

More details on his other work and news on future Hobson & Choi releases can be found on his blog at NickBryan.com or on Twitter as @NickMB. Both are updated with perfect and reasonable regularity.

Subscribe to his mailing list using the form in the sidebar of NickBryan.com to get news first and an all-new free Hobson & Choi short story immediately!

When not reading or writing books, Nick Bryan enjoys racquet sports, comics and a nice white beer.

Website. Twitter. Mailing List.


Tour Schedule

There have been some fab posts already on the tour.  Check them out below and also follow the rest of this amazing tour!

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Monday 19th January
Rain On A Summer’s Afternoon

Tuesday 20th January
Claire Rousseau

Wednesday 21st January
Music, Books and Tea

Thursday 22nd January
Ya Yeah Yeah

Friday 23rd January
A Daydreamer’s Thoughts

Saturday 24th January
Tales of Yesterday

Sunday 25th January
K-Books

Monday 26th January
Nimbus Space

Tuesday 27th January
The Online Novel

Wednesday 28th January
Nyx Book Reviews

Thursday 29th January
Winged Reviews

Friday 30th January
Kirstyes

Saturday 31st January
The Book Moo

Sunday 1st February
Bookish Outsider

Monday 2nd February
Pewter Wolf


Excerpt

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Not only was there no name stencilled on the window of Hobson’s office door, it didn’t even have a window. Angelina was disappointed — what kind of crappy detective doesn’t have an office name stencil window?

Instead, it was a solid beige fire door. The only thing marking it out from the beige corridor was the change in texture from beige plaster to beige wood. Same old London office in a boring building. Clearly all her effort to dress interesting had been silly. The black floaty layers and purple tights looked ridiculous against all the nothingness.

Too late to change though, she was already five minutes late. She knocked on the hollow, cheap-sounding door, with the firmness of an adult, rather than a nervous sixteen-year-old. Or so she hoped.

“Yeah, come in,” said the hoarse yell from inside.

Angelina pushed the door open. Considering how long she’d spent staring at the tedious thing, it floated away easily.

The office behind was more interesting than the corridor, thankfully. Bright blue, two desks, a few filing cabinets. But no discarded whiskey bottles, nor a mattress round back where the detective slept.

“Good morning, Choi,” said a deep voice. The huge man behind the larger desk leapt up, revealing a pressed black suit and straight tie. Buttoned down to a fault, this guy could be a real veteran police detective, right up to the grey peppering his short dark hair.

And why was he calling her by surname?

“Good to meet you. I’m John Hobson, just Hobson is fine though.” And, when she didn’t immediately reply: “How are you? Good trip over?”

“Um, thanks, I’m fine, you too.” She forgot to punctuate any of that, blushing as soon as it finished.

“Good. Good. Well, welcome to our new work experience internship programme. I hope I’ll be able to show you something about the business in two weeks. As you can see, I’ve cleared a desk for you here.” He gestured at the smaller one in the room, with a wedge of papers recently shoved to one end.

“Looks nice,” she glanced down and nodded. “Lots of room.”

Another silence.

“So,” he was already standing up and hooking his jacket off the back of the chair, “I have to get moving for a lunch meeting, but I do have a job for you to get on with.”

Her ears pricked up, but expectations remained measured. She’d be filing all those papers away, wouldn’t she? Or running out to buy milk?

“I’ve noticed this social Twitter internet media thing seems to be taking off,” he said, gesturing widely at the computer on her desk, as if that explained everything, “could you create an account for me and get me some of those… followers?”

Angelina blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Well, you know. I’ve just repainted my office, I want to be modern, and your lot seem to be familiar with this kind of thing.”

“My lot? What do you mean my lot?”

“No no no no no,” Hobson spun round, nearly whirling her across the room, “not Asians. Teenage girls.”

“Oh. Right.” Depressingly, she was relieved he’d even noticed she was Asian. “Well, sure. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks, Choi.” He shrugged his massive coat on, composure back in place. “Just a couple of hundred should do. Cheers, running late, back in an hour.”

With that, he waved and dashed out the door. And then popped his head back round. “Oh, could you also go to the shops and get some coffee? Ain’t much left.”

Angelina nodded, and kept her sigh inside until he’d definitely gone. This office was the size of a rich person’s cupboard.

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Picking up the coffee took a few minutes. The hardest part was checking out his machine and working out what type to buy. Now she was an intern, Angelina knew she had to do these menial tasks, so swallowed her pride and went to Tesco.

Not long after, guzzling a pack of dirt-cheap cardboard crisps, she plonked herself down in front of her computer. She had a job to do, so resisted the urge to head straight for Facebook and complain about her negligent boss.

Instead she went on Twitter and got to work. She typed, she schmoozed, she strived, she read blog posts about Social Media Success, many of which made her angry. Finally, several tweets and retweets later, something clicked.

Shortly later, so did the door to their office, as Hobson returned. His lunch meeting ended at a reasonable time and left him completely sober; again, both reassuring and disappointing. When did she get to sniff corpses and snort whiskey, delve deep into the underworld?

Instead, she had a presentable, clean shaven, punctual detective without a visible drinking problem. Should’ve been more specific on the form.

“So Choi,” Hobson said, his jacket flopping back over the chair, “am I… trending yet?”

He pronounced trending like it was the name of an alien planet.

“Um, sort of,” she said.

“Sort of?”

“Well, you’ve got 353 followers…” Angelina broke off mid-stream as a rectangular email notification popped up. “Well, 354 now. But I had to say some stuff to get them.”

Hobson fiddled with his own computer, not paying much attention. “Yeah? What kind of stuff?”

“I tried just creating an account and following people, engaging with other detectives, but it wasn’t working much,” she could hear herself talking faster in response to his blank stares, “so I found an interesting murder case and said that if you got enough followers, you’d totally solve it for free.”

And it sounded like a better idea at the time, she added silently, rolling her chair away from Hobson as his face turned red and he stood up, tie flapping wild. It was hard not to be scared when a man bigger than the room he was sitting in started yelling at you.

“You did what?” At least he’d noticed her. “Do you have you any idea how shitty that is? What if the press find out? What if the victim’s family find out? How do you know I even can solve it? How am I meant to pay my rent?”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I wanted to get it right and I just…” Angelina inhaled deep and snorted by accident. “I may have said something else too.”

“Oh God.”

“Yeah. If we get up to 400 followers, you have to fight a wolf.”

The email indicator leapt up again. Only forty-five to go.


Giveaway

There is a tour-wide giveaway throughout the tour as well.

The Prizes
One Signed Paperback Set of the Hobson & Choi Series
Three E-Book Sets of the Hobson & Choi Series

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You can also find out which Hobson and Choi character you are here

Also a fab guest post from Nick about Location here

Have you read The Girl Who Tweeted Wolf or Rush Jobs?  What did you think?  If not have these reviews or blog tour persuaded you?  Do you like subway (nom nom)?  What is your favourite?  I would love to hear from you!  Why not leave a comment using the reply button above or tweet my on twitter using @chelleytoy!

Happy Reading, solving crimes and eating Subway – nom nom nom!

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