I’m thrilled to be on the blog tour today for Prosecco and Promises written by A. L. Michael and published by Canelo. Many thanks to Ellie Pilcher for organising the blog tour.
Since her mother died when Mia was a child, her dad has been her best friend and her idol. Now, the cancer he survived years before is back, and this time there’s no fighting it. To make matters worse her dad’s last request is for Mia to leave him and visit her mother’s family on the Italian island of Ischia so she doesn’t have to be there at the end.
Arriving at the sun-soaked island, Mia is embraced by the warm, crazy family she doesn’t know. While she waits for the phone to ring with the dreaded news, Mia desperately looks for a connection to the mother she never knew. Stumbling upon an antique shop run by the charming Antonio and his grouchy but handsome grandson Salvatore, she throws herself into helping with the shop restoration. As Mia and Salvatore’s bickering soon turns to chemistry, will she risk having her heart broken when she knows what’s waiting for her at home.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
A.L. Michael is hurtling towards the end of her twenties a little too quickly. She is the author of ten novels. She is a Creative Therapeutic Facilitator, currently researching the power of creative writing to be helpful in recovering from eating disorders, and believes in the power of writing to heal.
BLOG CONTENT – EXTRACT:
‘You got a boyfriend?’ she asked me, holding out a pack of gum.
I took a piece, shaking my head.
‘How the hell should I know?’ I growled, leaning out of the window. When I looked back,
she peered over her sunglasses at me.
‘Oh, you know.’ Nicoletta’s tone suggested I was my own worst enemy. She wasn’t wrong.
I pressed my lips together, silent for a few moments until it became clear that she expected an answer. The car swerved dangerously across lanes.
‘Well?’ Nicoletta said.
‘Okay, I’m difficult! I’m a loner, I work too much, I take care of my dad, and I didn’t want to put down roots. So I don’t have a boyfriend.’
‘Also, you’re grouchy. Boys don’t like grouchy.’
‘I don’t care what boys like,’ I said, staring out of the window at the passing landscape.
‘Which is why you’re single.’
‘Is there a point to this?’
Nikki chewed her gum, grinning. ‘Just preparing you for Mama. You think I’m bad… wait.’
‘So you don’t have a boyfriend either?’
‘Oh, no, I do. Enzo.’ Nikki smiled at me. ‘He’s an idiot sailor, works at the docks. Takes
tourists out on tour boats, sometimes teaches scuba diving. Drives me crazy, but his smile is like sunshine.’ Her grin was childlike and innocent, and I pitied her a little. She hadn’t had her heart broken yet.
‘So isn’t your mother pleased?’
‘You kidding? It’s “Nicoletta, when you gonna make me a nonna? When you gonna get
married?” It’s endless. I’m still a child!’
‘You definitely are.’
‘Grazie, si, yes! Exactly!’ Her arms flailed as I willed her to put both hands on the steering
wheel. ‘So be ready to answer questions about why no babies. And don’t try, “I just didn’t
find the right one,” because she’ll say there is no right, only good enough.’
I made a face. ‘What’s your dad say about that?’
‘Who knows, I think he stopped hearing any conversation that wasn’t about food or football in 2003.’ She shook her head. ‘Like all little girls dream of growing up to be ignored and talked over. They dream of a party and then life goes on.’
‘You think Enzo will ignore you if you get married?’ I found myself somehow drawn into
this, an almost imaginary conversation about people I’d never met.
‘It happens!’ She squawked, indignant and angry. ‘All my friends. They go to sleep with the sweetest boyfriend – he’d crawl down the street for her, he gives speeches in her honour, gives her his grandmother’s ring… first day as a husband, he’s expecting dinner on the table and she’s not to speak unless spoken to. It’s a husband button, and I’m not switching it.’
I tried to fight the smile at the idea of something so ridiculous, but I could feel the corners of my lips twitching. ‘And how does Enzo feel about this?’
‘He promises he’s different and asks me to marry him.’ Nikki sighed, using her indicator for the first time since I got in the car. ‘He does it every few weeks.’
‘It’s annoying. And every time, he makes an effort. Last week he brought me a hundred
flowers, the week before he serenaded me by the docks. Before that he danced with me in the castle. Last year, he got every man on his boat to sing as he drove up to me on a jet ski! Every time I say no, Mama looks like she’ll explode. That’s half the fun.’ Nikki stuck her tongue out at me.
BLOG TOUR DETAILS:
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