Monday 29 April 2024

Danger With Lashings of Caviar by Liz Hinds BLOG TOUR #DangerWithLashingsofCaviar @LizHindsAuthor @RandomTTours #BookExtract


When Tabby wakes up in a rubbish skip - again - she decides the time has come for action. 

The bad guys might have got away with it so far but it's time to turn the tables. 

With the help of her mum, a disgraced policeman, a farting dog, and two homeless friends Tabby is determined to bring the handsome criminal millionaire to justice.

And she was only supposed to be making a few sandwiches.




 Danger With Lashings of Caviar by Liz Hinds is published in April 2024. As part of this #RandomThingsTours Blog Tour, I am delighted to share an extract from the book with you today. 



Extract from Danger With Lashings of Caviar by Liz Hinds 

This is getting plain silly. When you wake up and find
yourself gagged and bound in a sack — and, from the
smell, in a rubbish skip at that — and your first
thought isn’t, “What happened?” but, “Oh no, not again,” it’s
time to take a long hard look at your life.
And that’s what I’m going to do. Just as soon as I get out of here.

In books gorgeous crime-fighting females regularly find
themselves in these positions but I’m not a crime-fighter. Nor
am I gorgeous. Pretty maybe on a good day. But I make
sandwiches for a living. So where did it all go wrong?
I shake my head to help me think but it hurts so much I
whimper pathetically instead. It’s not like this in films. You
never see Bruce Willis begging for paracetamol. I groan. Or I
would but my mouth is taped so it comes out as more of a
small grunt.

And to think that three months ago I thought my day was
exciting if I had an order for a hummus and red pepper pitta
wrap. But that was before I met Jack Billington.
My name is Tabitha Fielding — although most people call
me Tabby — I’m twenty-eight years old, I live with my
mother, and I make sandwiches for a living. So far so normal.
Okay, a single woman living with her mother might not be
your idea of normal but it works for me. At least it does on a
good day. On other — that is most — days I resolve to get my
own place before she drives me scatty, but just as I’m scanning through the accommodation to rent in the local newspaper my mother calls to say Eastenders is on and did I want a chocolate biscuit with my tea and that’s that.


But where was I? Oh, yes, Jack Billington.



I’m a golden-retriever-loving granny, who enjoys walking by the sea or in the woods, who eats too much chocolate and gets over-excited when the Welsh team plays rugby. 

I have self-published three novels, This Time Last Year, and its sequel, This Year Maybe, and The Dog-walking Club, but I'm also an experienced freelance writer and author of several non-fiction books published by Hodder & Stoughton, Scripture Union and Kevin Mayhew. 

I’ve also produced two podcasts.

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