Showing posts with label author gift. Show all posts
Showing posts with label author gift. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 September 2019

Funny ha-ahhh!! Win 12+ Humorous Mysteries (including mine)

Love a good laugh while immersed in a mystery? Here's another chance to win FREE eBooks & paperbacks! 
I don't know about you, but I find some mystery novels a little, er, droll. I mean, sure, tension has to be built, somebody's gotta die, but that doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun along the way, right? (It IS fiction, after all!) That's why I always try to inject some humour in my crime novels, especially my Ghostwriter Mysteries which feature a cast of cheeky, wise-cracking characters who love a baffling whodunnit.
It's also why I've teamed up with the lovely Amy at AuthorsXP to give you all another chance to win eBooks and bonus paperbacks, including my second Ghostwriter, A Plot to Die For, which, like all the books in the giveaway, includes a good, healthy dose of humour.
Want to tickle your funny bone? Read on…

Win up to 12+ Humor eBooks + Bonus Paperbacks!

(2) Grand Prize "Gift Baskets" of ALL eBooks!
(12+) Winners of Individual eBooks (randomly selected titles)
So, how do you win?
No, you don't have to send in your funniest jokes. All you have to do is click on the image above or at AuthorsXP.com and then follow the prompts. For more on A Plot to Die For and my latest mystery After the Ferry, read on, otherwise good luck and happy (funny!) reading, everyone.
xo Christina

Pack your Gucci sunglasses for another fun whodunnit…
When Roxy accepts the exotic ghostwriting gig she expects little more than a good story and a touch of sunstroke. What she gets is her hotelier client buried in the sand, her head protruding ghoulishly for the crabs to devour, and an ensemble cast of cocktail-sipping characters who are all hiding something behind their Gucci sunglasses.
In this modern homage to a Christie classic, Roxy must solve the mystery of her client's murder while stuck on an island with the prime suspects. Along the way, the amateur sleuth encounters machete-wielding locals, shifty fellow guests, and an island paradise where the ghosts of past mistakes still linger behind every coconut. 
With a cracking pace and plenty of humour, this baffling mystery will have you scratching your head until the final, Hercule Poirot-style conclusion. If the 'Big Reveal' doesn't leave you gasping into your gin and tonic, it just might make you reconsider your next island holiday.
Funnier and more contemporary than your typical 'cozy', A PLOT TO DIE FOR is the second, stand-alone mystery for ghostwriter Roxy Parker.
WIN IT HERE

One woman, two parallel lives, a murderer in waiting…
It's the 1990s, pre-mobile phones, and a young backpacker must make an exhilarating, terrifying choice—will she jump ship with an intriguing stranger? Or stay cocooned on the ferry with her friends and miss what could be the greatest love of her life?
One choice leads to true love.
One choice leads to murder.
Which way does she go?
In this fast-paced, psychological thriller, we follow Millie Malone across two parallel lives. In one life she remains onboard with her mates—two Sydney lads with shaky motives, and an old school friend with a crush of her own—and in the other she jumps. One life sees Millie married in the country, the other sees her married to her career, but both 'Millies' are harbouring a secret that could blow their worlds apart.

THIRTEEN YEARS AFTER THE FERRY… and Millie's two lives are colliding. Both women have vanished from their respective worlds—one is back in Greece, facing her demons; the other has been murdered. But which one is which?

From the best-selling author comes a cracking, stand-alone romantic suspense.
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Monday, 14 December 2015

Dear Santa


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If it's not too much trouble, this Christmas I'd like an extra hand.

Not figuratively, mind you. I'm talking an actual hand, one with five nifty fingers that can tap away at my computer keyboard while my other two (the now-weary ones) get on with the business of holidaying with my family—you know, holding the kids' hands as we head off to the beach. Holding the tent up while the hubby hammers in the pegs. Dipping a finger in the saucepan while the other hand stirs the gravy.

You see, I'm in conflict mode again. 


You'll recognise this from last year. I'm really looking forward to taking some time off and enjoying the festive season with my long-suffering family. I want to be there for them, look forward to it in fact, yet I'm really, really keen to get some extra writing in.

The truth is, I'm itching to blank out the diary and get on with finishing the second installment of my popular Agatha Christie Book Club series. It's way overdue and my readers are getting antsy.

Yet I can't do it without a spare hand. Really I can't.


And in case you're wondering, I don't need another brain, so please don't waste your time on that. I mean, don't quote me on this or anything, but it doesn't take a lot of smarts to lie in a hammock and chill out with the kids. I've been cooking Christmas roasts for a decade so that's a cinch, and as for the hubby? As long as I smile vaguely and laugh at his jokes, he may not even notice.

But a missing hand will be a disaster. How will I properly wrap the pressies, stuff the turkey or hug my loved ones? How on earth do I explain that?

Nope, sorry, only one thing will do, and that's a whole other hand to stay behind in my office and continue with the book. It needn't be new, I'm really not fussy. In fact, now I think about it, it's preferable that it's second-hand. An older woman's would be ideal! One that's worked as a secretary long before the fancy schmancy title Personal Assistant was invented and delete buttons appeared on strange contraptions called computers.

There is no hand more efficient than an elderly secretary who got her chops on a rusty typewriter sans carbon paper and White Out.

But if you can't manage that, all I ask is that it has a pretty good word-per-tap count. That way I can leave it to get on with the business of typing my next novel, while I get back to the busyness of the holidays.

Is that too much to ask? 


I hope not, Santa. After all, not all of us have a team of trusty elves hanging around to do our handiwork.

Thanking you in advance and with much anticipation...

xo Christina
PS: Feel free to throw in a nose for a good story while you're at it.