Elephant and Pinky Moon by Lilac Mills **Weekend Blitz & Giveaway**

I'm delighted to be taking part in the weekend celebrations for Lilac Mills' Elephant and Pinky Moon. Details on how to enter the International Giveaway for a signed copy of Elephant and Pinky Moon or Under the Cherry Tree can be found at the end of the post. I have an excerpt from the book for you today but before we get to it, I'm sure you'd like to know a little about the story:
 

Twenty-eight-year-old Nina lives a quiet, unassuming life, happy (ish) with her job, maybe not quite as happy with her non-existent love-life (but who has everything) and content to trundle along with her nice, predictable daily routine.


That is, until her octogenarian grandmother talks Nina into accompanying her on holiday.


Nina envisages sedate walks along the promenade, afternoon naps by the pool, and bingo in the evening. What she actually gets is too much vodka, adult games of "pin the tail on the donkey" and dancing on a bar whilst flaunting her knickers - and that's just her gran!


Without further ado, here's an extract from the book...



Twenty-eight-year-old Nina lives a quiet, unassuming life, happy (ish) with her job, maybe not quite as happy with her non-existent love-life (but who has everything) and content to trundle along with her nice, predictable daily routine.



That is, until her octogenarian grandmother talks Nina into accompanying her on holiday.



Nina envisages sedate walks along the promenade, afternoon naps by the pool, and bingo in the evening. What she actually gets is too much vodka, adult games of "pin the tail on the donkey" and dancing on a bar whilst flaunting her knickers - and that's just her gran!



‘Morning.’

Nina glanced up, and found herself staring a pair of budgie-smugglers in the eye. The white swimming trunks were so tiny and tight, she could see exactly how well-endowed (or not) the man who wore them was.

She gulped, and hastily dragged her eyes away from his pride and joy and up to his face. In between, she caught a glimpse of a hairless chest and a slight pot-belly.

‘Good morning,’ she replied, a little haughtily.

‘Are you going to the bar?’ her gran asked. ‘I could murder a vodka.’

‘Gran! It’s only nine-thirty.’

‘So? I’m on holiday.’

The stranger laughed, and Nina squinted up at him. She couldn’t see his face clearly because the sun chose that moment to rear its head above the parapet of the mountain and try to blind her. The sudden rise in temperature as the rays hit her exposed flesh made her wince.

‘They don’t serve alcohol until ten,’ the man said to her grandmother, then, much to her chagrin, he addressed Nina. ‘It gets much hotter than this in the afternoon. I guess this is your first day?’

She nodded, not wanting to encourage him, but not wanting to appear rude, either.

He squatted down in front of their sunbeds, his knees spread wide, and Nina had a close-up of his manhood as everything bulged against the thin fabric, fighting for space.

Please put it away, she begged silently, trying not to look.

‘We arrived this morning,’ Flossie said, lying back on her sun lounger, before sitting up sharply again to remove a forgotten curler from the back of her hair.

‘Thought so. You can always tell the new arrivals by the colour of their skin. Or lack if it!’ He laughed heartily at his own joke. ‘I’m Carl,’ he said. ‘Got another three days to go. Maybe I’ll see you later?’

This last comment was aimed at Nina and she managed to produce a weak smile. He waited expectantly until she said, ‘I’m Nina, and this is my grandmother, Flossie.’

‘Nice to meet you.’ He held out a hand, and Nina shook it reluctantly. His grip was flaccid and clammy (flaccid wasn’t a word she wanted to think about right now, not when she was in such close proximity to the contents of his budgie-smugglers, but she couldn’t help herself), and he held her hand a little too long, stroking a finger across her knuckles.

She snatched her arm back and tried to resist the urge to wipe her hand on her towel.

Like it? If Rom Com is your thing, here's where you  can pick up a copy: Amazon US  |  Amazon UK 

About the Author 




Lilac spends all her time writing, or reading, or thinking about writing or reading, often to the detriment of her day job, her family, and the housework. She apologises to her employer and her loved ones, but the house will simply have to deal with it!



She calls Worcester home, though she would prefer to call somewhere hot and sunny home, somewhere with a beach and cocktails and endless opportunities for snoozing in the sun…



When she isn’t hunched over a computer or dreaming about foreign shores, she enjoys creating strange, inedible dishes in the kitchen, accusing her daughter of stealing (she meant to say “borrowing”) her clothes, and fighting with her husband over whose turn it is to empty the dishwasher.

You can connect with Lilac here: Website  |   Twitter  |  Facebook 
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Thanks to  Lilac Mills, and Jenny at Neverland Tours for copy of the book and a place on the Weekend Blitz.


Giveaway 

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