‘All The Colours In Between’ was published on the 19th October 2017 by Urbane Publications. I am delighted to be taking part in this blog tour which the lovely Michelle Ryles has organised. I have an extract for all of you to read and there’s also a fantastic Rafflecopter giveaway being run throughout the tour. First though here’s what the book is about.
It’s not a life, it’s an adventure!
Lizzie is fast approaching 50. Her once angst ridden teenage daughters, now grown and in their twenties, have flown the nest, Cassie to London and Maisy to Australia. And, although Connor, Lizzie’s sulky, surly teenage son, is now on his own tormented passage to adulthood, his quest to get there, for the most part, is a far quieter journey than that of his sisters. The hard years, Lizzie believes, are behind her. Only, things are never quite as black and white as they seem… A visit to her daughter in London leaves Lizzie troubled. And that is just the start. Add to that an unexpected visitor, a disturbing phone call, a son acting suspiciously, a run in with her ex husband plus a new man in her life who quite simply takes her breath away; Lizzie quickly realises life is something that happens while plans are being made. Gritty but tender, thought provoking but light-hearted, dark but brilliantly funny, this is a story of contemporary family life in all its 21st century glory. A story of mothers and sons, of fathers and daughters, of brothers and sisters, and friends. A tale of love and loss, of friendships and betrayals, and coming of age. Nobody said it would be easy and as Lizzie knows only too well, life is never straightforward when you see all the colours in between.
The handle to the shed door slowly turns. Thank god I locked it. ‘Who is it?’ I shout. Muffled giggling drifts under the door and I wonder if it’s Cas, only it doesn’t sound like Cas. Maisy, maybe?
‘Can we come in?’ a familiar voice asks.
‘Shit, It’s my bloody nan!’ I exclaim. ‘Robbo, put that dooby out NOW!’ Robbo looks at me, grinning, as smoke escapes from the corner of his mouth. The Rickmeister grabs the spliff from Robbo’s hand, takes another quick drag then stubs it out, placing it in the sacred tin. I grab the deodorant can out of my bag and spray the shed to within an inch of its life, manically wafting my hands around like some demented ballerina. Everyone starts coughing and I realise I’ve sprayed way too much deodorant. Jake unlocks the door and we all fall out of the shed, desperate for some fresh air.
We are greeted by my smiling nan and Aunt Marie. ‘Hello boys,’ Nan says. ‘Ooh, smells very nice in there,’ she continues as she sticks her head inside the shed. To my surprise, Nan asks us for a smoke.
‘But, you don’t smoke?’ I reply.
‘Aunt Marie used to,’ Nan says.’
‘About forty years ago.’
‘What? And she just happens to fancy a smoke now, forty years later?’
Nan explains that Aunt Marie is a little stressed right now. ‘As am I, so I’ll have one, too.’
‘Did you used to smoke as well, when you were younger?’
Nan shakes her head. ‘Nope, but I know I could do with one right now.’
We all follow Nan and Aunt Marie back into the shed. I explain that we only have baccy and Rizlas so they’ll have to wait a minute while we roll them one.
‘Or they could have a drag of the one we’ve already made,’ Jake suggests, tapping the sacred tin.
Panicking, I look at his huge grinning face. ‘No. Jake.’ I reply through gritted teeth, ‘we’ll make them a new one.’
‘Oh, don’t roll a new one just for us,’ Nan replies, ‘we’re not fussy.’
Before I know it, Jake has lifted the spliff from the tin, lit it and passed it to Nan and Aunt Marie.
Aunt Marie takes a drag then pulls a strange face. ‘Tastes different to how I remember,’ she says, expertly blowing smoke from her mouth as if it was something she did all the time.
Aunt Marie passes the dooby to Nan who drags heavily on it and then starts to choke. I pass her my can of fizzy shit, which she greedily drinks then, to my surprise, I watch as Nan takes another huge drag. Jake, Robbo, the Rickmeister, and I all look at one another. We each wear the same look of horror as we watch the spliff get smaller and smaller. I tell Nan that I think I can hear someone calling her and somehow, we manage to push the two very high, very giggly, old ladies out the door.
‘Shit man,’ Robbo says, ‘your nan rocks.’
I can’t help thinking there may be hell to pay for this later but that doesn’t stop me laughing my arse off.
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About Eva Jordan
Eva Jordan, born in Kent but living most of her life in a small Cambridgeshire town, describes herself as a lover of words, books, travel and chocolate. She is also partial to the odd glass or two of wine. Providing her with some of the inspiration for her novels, Eva is both a mum and step mum to four grown-up children. Her career has been varied including working within the library service and at a women’s refuge. She writes a monthly column for a local magazine and currently works as a volunteer for a charity based organisation that teaches adults to read. However, storytelling through the art of writing is her passion. All The Colours In Between is Eva’s second novel.
‘All The Colours In Between’ can be purchased from:-
Urbane Publications – http://urbanepublications.com/books/all-the-colours-in-between/
Amazon UK – http://amzn.eu/3kKSFbb%20
Amazon US – http://a.co/25M1oMD%20
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