Have you ever had a song that keeps going around and around in your head, and you can't stop humming along?
Welcome to my life over the last few days!
The Song: Radio Gaga
The Culprit: Nell Dixon!
In all seriousness, Nell has just released her latest book "Radio Gaga" and it's a wonderful story! I loved it, especially in hindsight that I, too, sit behind the mic once a week :-)
Please make her welcome!
Radio Gaga is my first mainstream single title release for quite a while now. It’s a story I’m quite excited about as it’s a fun, upbeat chick lit suspense. I’d finished the book and was deciding what I should do with it when the story broke all over the news about the Australian radio presenters who had a practical joke go badly wrong! Talk about weird timing! Chloe, in Radio Gaga also has things go wrong for her but I don’t want to spoil the surprises too much. For those of you who follow my snippets of my works in progress on my facebook page this is the book with the snake. I got so many messages after that little excerpt went up.
Over the airwaves everyone can hear you
scream!
Radio researcher and part-time presenter
Chloe Lark is certain her big show biz break is just around the corner. Live it
Up radio may not be the big time, but surely - one day soon - fame will come
her way. And, if she could convince the hunky guy next door to give her a
chance, her love life might improve too.
Ex-soldier Ben isn’t sure if his new ‘Z’
list celebrity neighbour is crazy or on medication. Either way he’s looking for
a quiet life out of the spotlight. The last thing he needs is an accident prone
media hungry blonde complete with mystery stalker. Problem is - Chloe doesn’t
seem to have received that particular memo…
Here’s an excerpt!
I knew it wasn’t burglars when I noticed the large empty space next
to the bay window. No self-respecting burglar would break into someone’s home
just to steal a life size cardboard cut-out of Darth Vader would they?
No, it wasn’t burglars who’d nicked Darth or who’d cleared the shelf
of the Queen CDs. It was Neil. He’d finally moved out, and taken Freddie
Mercury and the Dark Lord with him as he went.
For a moment I stood trying to decide how I felt. Angry?
Broken-hearted? In the time it took me to cross the room, enter the kitchen and
dump my handbag on the worktop I decided my overwhelming feeling was relief.
Neil had raided the kitchen too: his state of the art coffee maker
which I hadn’t been allowed to touch was gone, along with his juicer and his
super fancy wok. Only a couple of spilled coffee beans on the countertop showed
where they had been. I looked at the clippie magnet on the fridge to see if
he’d left me a note. We’d always left messages for each other one there. A few
months back they had been little love notes with kisses and pictures of hearts.
Now the only thing on there was the ratty message I’d left for him yesterday
asking him to pick up some milk on his way home.
I walked back through the lounge to what had once been our bedroom.
The wardrobe doors were open showing the empty hangers and his rack of
immaculately arranged ties had gone. My mobile vibrated in my trouser pocket
telling me I had a text as I sank down onto the edge of the bed. I knew what it
would be before I even fished it out of my pocket.
‘Chloe, guess you know by
now have moved out, thought would be better this way. U know it wasn’t working,
sorry, N’
© Nell Dixon 2013
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Thank you for having me here! xx
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