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‘Confessions…’ is up for sale!

Hey, everyone, amazing news!

 

‘Confessions of a Hermit Turned Socialite: Or The Cons of Being a Modern Day Cinderella’ is finally for sale on Amazon and it’s available worldwide. It’s free on Kindle Unlimited, otherwise price varies per country. The UK cost is £2.44!

I hope everyone enjoys it!

 

Fluffball

Or when you forget the actual name of your dog…

I feel like I failed to introduce one very important character in the book. Fluffball is the gorgeous Pomeranian who belongs to Sarah and has a very cheerful disposition. That is when she’s not hungry, left unattended, refused attention, or simply feels like being grumpy. She occasionally follows Anna around the house but mostly eyes her cautiously and tries to steal her cookies. Whenever Anna tries to have a romantic date at the apartment Fluffball is quick to remind everyone who should be the rightful recipient of all the attention. Therefore, date nights are quite challenging.

But she is a cutie nonetheless!

Welcome to the book pre-launch!

 

Let’s spice things up with a sneak peek of Anna’s wonderful world. I promise there are a few more coming up…

Excerpt from Chapter 2.

‘Now clearly at some point we have to get to the details about how my boyfriend and I met. It is hilarious, really. Well, more so afterwards because he almost ran me over with his car. So here it goes…

I am crossing the road with my latte in one hand, my gym bag in the other, and my huge noise cancelling headphones. I’m normally very good when crossing the road and this time there were no cars, I swear, when suddenly from a corner this Aston Martin is advancing towards me and I just stare at it in the middle of the street. I suppose it’s one of those situations when panic takes control of your brain and logic is replaced by illogical fear, which is illogical itself since it would definitely make more sense to move in any direction to prevent, let’s say, being hit by that car in front of you. Funny thing is, I did notice that it was a gorgeous Aston Martin. After all that has always been my favourite car. Sleek, classy, simply beautiful…

So that beautiful car, as I was saying, is like an impending fireball, flying towards me, when it suddenly stops. I only realise that a few moments after because of that shock I am clearly experiencing. Point is, I realise I am standing there intact with my latte still in my hand. Strange I haven’t dropped it or at least spilled it. Forget about the car that almost ran me over, that’s a miracle! Some chanting, or more like screaming, interrupts my thoughts. That’s when I see him…’