Saturday, 15 September 2018

#BlogTour #Review: Take Me I'm Yours @lizzie_lamb @rararesources

Take me, I'm Yours   

Written by Lizzie Lamb  

Published by New Romantics Press (24 July 2018)
Genre Contemporary Romance
Pages 349

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My thanks to author Lizzie Lamb and Rachel, of Rachel's Random Resources, for the invitation to join the blog tour and a free digital copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

You'll find a short extract after my review, which I'm sure you'll enjoy! Follow the tour to find out more.





The blurb:


Take Me, I’m Yours


India Buchanan plans to set up an English-Style bed and breakfast establishment in her great-aunt’s home, MacFarlane’s Landing, Wisconsin. But she’s reckoned without opposition from Logan MacFarlane whose family once owned her aunt’s house and now want it back.

MacFarlane is in no mood to be denied. His grandfather’s living on borrowed time and Logan has vowed to ensure the old man sees out his days in their former home. India’s great-aunt has other ideas and has threatened to burn the house to the ground before she lets a MacFarlane set foot in it. There’s a story here. One the family elders aren’t prepared to share. 

When India finds herself in Logan’s debt, her feelings towards him change. However, the past casts a long shadow and events conspire to deny them the love and happiness they both deserve. Can India and Logan’s love overcome all odds? Or is history about to repeat itself?




My thoughts:


The cover did nothing for me, and I had not previously read anything by Lizzie Lamb, but I was persuaded to sign up for this blog tour because I was intrigued by the blurb and the title. And I was not to be disappointed in the slightest with this lovely story. 


This is a well-written tale of feuding down the centuries causing hostile relations between the members of the two families - the MacFarlanes and the Buchanans. Every generation carries on the feud, and now it is India Buchanan and Logan MacFarlane's turn. I lived their journey with them, as India and Logan experienced a rush of emotions from loathing to love, and everything in between.

I was hooked from the moment India picked up the monkey wrench, determined to defend herself, if necessary, from the bullying Logan - and I did not want to put it down. I thought all of the characters were totally believable, and the plot twists and turns kept me reading, long into the night. 

I thoroughly enjoyed this book and will definitely be looking out for more in this series.



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Author Bio –

After teaching her 1000th pupil and working as a deputy head teacher in a large primary school, Lizzie decided to pursue her first love: writing. 

She joined the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s New Writers’ Scheme, wrote Tall, Dark and Kilted (2012), quickly followed by Boot Camp Bride

She went on to publish Scotch on the Rocks, which achieved Best Seller status within two weeks of appearing on Amazon and her next novel, Girl in the Castle, reached #3 in the Amazon charts. 

Lizzie is a founder member of indie publishing group – New Romantics Press, and has co-hosted author events at Aspinall, St Pancras and Waterstones, Kensington, talking about the research which underpins her novels. 

Lizzie's latest romance Take Me, I’m Yours is set in Wisconsin, a part of the USA which she adores. She has further Scottish-themed romances planned and has just returned from a tour of the Scottish Highlands in her caravan researching men in kilts. What’s not to like? 

As for the years she spent as a teacher, they haven’t quite gone to waste. She is building a reputation as a go-to speaker on indie publishing, and how to plan, write, and publish a debut novel. 

Lizzie lives in Leicestershire (UK) with her husband, David.


She loves to hear from readers, so do get in touch . . . 



Enjoy this short extract from Chapter 3

Context: In this extract the reader gets to know the heroine (India Buchanan) and her background. We see her through the eyes of her newly acquired friend - Lotte - and learn how she’s adjusting to life in MacFarlane’s Landing after living in big cities like New York and London. Although the two women are relaxing, India can’t stop thinking about Logan MacFarlane who she’d just met and the feud between their families which threatens to destroy her future happiness.

They walked through the open plan house and onto to the raised cedar wood deck at the rear which overlooked the lake. Steps from the deck led down to the swimming pool, gloriously cool in the scorching summer heat. Even the chemical smell of the chlorine was inviting and the water reflected the cloudless sky, making India feel she was in Tuscany or somewhere more exotic than Door County, Wisconsin.

                At the back of the property a lighthouse cast its long shadow over the pool and dominated the shoreline. Door County was famous for its historic lighthouses and this one, joined to her aunt’s ramshackle Victorian house like a Siamese twin, was one of the oldest. Its shaft acted like the gnomon on a sundial, marking the hours on different parts of India’s great-aunt’s property as the sun wheeled across the sky. India was becoming expert at guessing the hour from where the shadow fell at different times of day, and that pleased her. It made her feel part of the place, as if she truly belonged, and that there was more to her than simply being an intern in a fancy-schmancy New York art auction house.

                ‘Do you and the children want to stay for tea?’ India asked, shrugging off her introspection and suddenly in the mood for uncomplicated company; something to distract her from thoughts of MacFarlane, and her great-aunt’s illness.

                Lotte laughed. ‘I love the way you say that. TEA. It’s so British. TEA.’ She pronounced, imitating India’s accent. ‘Like the Queen.’

                ‘Know her well, do you? And I love the way you say Bir-tish and not Brit-ish.’

                ‘Just adorable,’ they chimed together, India mimicking Lotte’s Wisconsin accent.

                ‘Well, do you wanna?’ India asked. She’d never considered herself exotic - just ordinary. A girl with an American father and an English mother, someone who’d graduated summa cum laude in History of Art at Vassar. Her English accent had gone unremarked upon in cosmopolitan New York, but fascinated the inhabitants of this narrow peninsula jutting out into Lake Michigan. It marked her out, made her seem different from the rest.

                Lotte glanced at her watch and sighed.

                ‘Better not. After their swim, the kids’ll want to watch their favourite shows. And I don’t wanna be the one to tell them you haven’t got a TV. Time you got one, by the way, then I could stay longer. For tea - and other such quaint English customs. Scones and - crumpets?’ She tried the words, experimentally and they both laughed. ‘We’ve got a spare TV in the den, I’ll get Gerry to bring it over after work some night. Honest to God I don’t know how you survive without a television, dishwasher or air conditioning, Indy.’

                ‘There speaks a pioneer woman. I suppose you wouldn’t have embarked on the Oregon Trail without finding out if cable had made it to the west coast ahead of your wagon train.’ India laughed and fetched towels from the cupboard for the children to dry themselves.

                ‘Sassy,’ Lotte remarked, tapping India’s cheek good-naturedly before retrieving a dog-eared handbill from the pocket of her maternity shorts. ‘Damned hormones - nearly made me forget. There’s a picnic at the Laurenson’s Saturday week in aid of the Children’s Hospice. It could be my last public appearance before Junior’s debut so I hope you’ll come. All the ladies have to dress up a picnic basket to be auctioned off to raise funds for the Hospice.’

                India pulled a face. She knew that by the weekend MacFarlane’s visit would be the talk of the neighbourhood and she wasn’t in the mood for jokes made at her expense. No matter how good humoured. Everyone knew chapter and verse of the feud between the two families and were, metaphorically speaking, queuing up to buy ringside seats to watch them slug it out - while they took sides.






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2 comments:

  1. Thanks for the super review and the way you've presented my books and I on your blog, Deborah. I know how much time it takes tpo read, review and blogabout books so I am always grateful to bloggers who go the extra mile. Have a great weekend.

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  2. No problem, Lizzie. Thank you for such a wonderful story. I look forward to reading more of your novels in the future.

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