I'll have a selection of eyes, mouths, lips to choose from ... for both men and women. At the end of the day, I'll assemble the 'ideal' man and woman and do the big reveal.Too. Much. Fun!
Before you hop over and join the fun, please check out this delightful guest post from Talli. One of the things I'm enjoying most about having a book "out there" is connecting with readers and bloggers "across the pond." Being an avowed anglophile, this just tickles my fancy ...
Christmas in a Foreign Land by Talli Roland
Can you really consider London, UK, a foreign land? Well, yes. The fact that it’s so close to the Canadian culture I grew up with – yet intrinsically different – makes any difference stand out even more. I’ve been here for almost eight years, and I’m still adjusting to the peculiarities of a British Christmas.
Let’s begin with the Christmas tree. Standing all of four feet (if you’re lucky) with intermittent branches, you can expect to pay the princely sum of anything from thirty to sixty pounds. Yes, POUNDS! With strangely thick, waxy needles that shower the floor at the hint of a draft, to me it looks like foliage from a different planet.
But hey, Christmas is about more than the tree. Thankfully, you can get over your shock by scoffing mince pies. I held out on these little delights for quite some time, very confused by the ‘mince’ moniker. But no worries: here, ‘mince’ refers to the sweet date and sultana filling inside the flaky pastry treats. You can choose from a frosted top, cognac infused . . . the list goes on!
One tradition I definitely don’t partake in is Christmas cake. Although recipes vary, it’s usually a fruit-type cake with marzipan frosting. The last Sunday before Advent is known as Stir Up Sunday in the UK, a time when Christmas cake is made. And, if you really want to make your dinner jolly, you ‘feed’ the cake brandy until Christmas Day. I’ve tried this dessert several times, and despite the alcohol hit, it just ain’t for me.
The sheer abundance of mulled wine during the holidays makes up for any pudding disappointment. From supermarkets to corner shops, shelves are laden with the spicy delight. Gently heated in a saucepan, there’s nothing better than coming in from a cold, damp London winter to a wonderfully warming drink.
Ah, Christmas . . .
Talli Roland has three loves in her life: chick lit, coffee and wine. Born and raised in Canada, Talli now lives in London, where she savours the great cultural life (coffee and wine). Her debut novel, The Hating Game, was an Amazon Top 100 bestseller and shortlisted for Best Romantic Read at the UK’s Festival of Romance, and her second, Watching Willow Watts, was selected as a 2011 Amazon Customer Favourite. Build A Man is her latest release. Talli blogs here and can be found on Twitter here.
Slave to the rich, rude and deluded, cosmetic surgery receptionist Serenity Holland longs for the day she's a high-flying tabloid reporter. Unfortunately, every pitch she sends out disappears like her clients' liposuctioned fat, never to be seen again. Then she meets Jeremy Ritchie -- the hang-dog man determined to be Britain's Most Eligible Bachelor by making himself over from head to toe and everything in between -- giving Serenity a story no editor could resist.
With London's biggest tabloid on board and her very own column tracking Jeremy's progress from dud to dude, Serenity is determined to be a success, even going undercover to gain intimate access to Jeremy's life. But when Jeremy's surgery goes drastically wrong and Serenity is ordered to cover all the car-crash goriness, she must decide how far she really will go for her dream job.
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