Thank you so much for inviting me to your blog to talk about
my latest release from Astraea Press. Lights, Camera, Poltergeist! will be my
21st title release! So a kind of coming of age.
For those who haven’t met me before my name is Nell Dixon
and I’m a UK author based in
the Black Country, a small region which is more or less dab bang in the middle
of the UK.
I write for a number of publishers in the US
and the UK and have been
fortunate enough to twice win the UK’s prestigious romance prize for
category length fiction. I’m the only person to have won twice.
Lights, Camera, Poltergeist! Is set in Scotland, and
yes there is a man in a kilt in the story, but I’m not going to spoil the
surprise!
Here’s the blurb: Things don’t just go bump in the night,
sometimes they throw tea cups!
As the presenter for Ghost Uk, the leading TV show investigating
paranormal activity, Fae thought she’d seen it all. Until a Valentine’s Eve
live show from Scotland’s
Fingelly Manor upsets both her preconceptions and her love life.
And a wee taster!
Fae snuggled down deeper into the
chunky knitted roll neck of her sweater and wished she could shake off the
eerie sensations. She puffed out a sigh and watched her breath condense in the
air before her face. It wasn’t only the room that was chilly. The relationship
between herself and John had taken on a distinctly frosty tinge lately too.
She strolled across the room to
the huge diamond leaded window that would have filled the room with light if it
hadn’t been shrouded in dust and some dark red velvet drapes that had seen
better days. Out in the corridor the electricians and tech staff were hammering
and cursing the ancient electrical wiring.
The afternoon light had already
started to fade and fingers of frost were beginning to form at the corners of
the window. A flicker of movement near the trees on the far side of the lawn
caught her attention and she leaned forward, almost bumping her nose against
the glass in her quest to see what it was.
Whatever or whoever she thought
she’d seen had vanished and she relaxed back on her heels. Working as a
presenter on Ghost UK
had made her jumpy. Every dark corner now held the possibility of something
spooky. In such a deserted spot it was unlikely that anyone would be outside in
the grounds, especially in this freezing weather.
“Fae, darling, there you are!”
She turned around to see her
producer, Tim, sweeping towards her. She pasted a fake smile on her lips when
she saw he was accompanied by the owner of the house, Giles McGinty, Laird of
Fingelly. She’d already met Giles when she’d arrived and her impressions hadn’t
been favourable.
“Giles has invited us all to
dinner tonight before we start filming. Isn’t that marvellous?” Tim raised his
eyebrows at her.
“That’s very kind.” Fae was quick
enough to pick up the signal.
Giles smiled at her, his gaze
lingering just a fraction of a second too long on her bust before raising his
gaze to her face. “The pleasure is all mine. I’m looking forward to getting to
know you all better before the filming.”
She suppressed a shudder as his
dark eyes locked on her face. “John and I will look forward to it.”
© Nell Dixon 2013
You can get a copy of Lights, Camera, Poltergeist from all
good etailers, including:
Thanks for coming by and sharing a bit about your new book, Nell and congratulations on book #21!
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[I have read, and thoroughly enjoyed this book :-)] Sherry
