Blog Tour: The Space Between Time by Charlie Laidlaw @CLaidlawAuthor @RRBookTours1 @AccentPress #TheSpaceBetweenTime #AccentPress #BlogTour

Welcome to the month-long mega tour for Charlie Laidlaw’s newest book, The Space Between Time, due for release on June 20th! There will be fantastic bloggers participating, who will be posting interviews, excerpts, reviews, and other exclusive content!

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The Space Between Time

Expected Publication Date: June 20th, 2019

Genre: Contemporary Fiction/ Dark Comedy

There are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on Earth…

Emma Maria Rossini appears to be the luckiest girl in the world. She’s the daughter of a beautiful and loving mother, and her father is one of the most famous film actors of his generation. She’s also the granddaughter of a rather eccentric and obscure Italian astrophysicist.

But as her seemingly charmed life begins to unravel, and Emma experiences love and tragedy, she ultimately finds solace in her once-derided grandfather’s Theorem on the universe.

The Space Between Time is humorous and poignant and offers the metaphor that we are all connected, even to those we have loved and not quite lost.

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It wasn’t an afternoon that I like to remember, and not just because of my shrieking tantrum. Once I’d calmed down, Mum told me I’d been very silly, because it was all make-believe on a cinema screen. I reminded her that she’d cried when Bambi’s mum died, and that was a film and a cartoon. Mum said that it wasn’t the same thing at all. But I wasn’t being silly because I wasn’t old enough to know the difference between pretence and reality.

Dad had looked pretty dead on the screen. The blood on his chest had looked pretty real. If it had been a different dead person, I would have been OK. Children don’t really know where make-believe ends and the real world begins and, partly because of who I am, it’s remained pretty hazy ever since. I also don’t like to remember that film because it was the moment when I realised that our lives were about to change, and I didn’t know if that would be a good thing.

Sounds strange, yes? Here’s something stranger: I am a child of the sea, I sometimes think, and have done ever since we first moved to live beside it. I feel subject to its vagaries and tempers, with its foaming margins framed against a towering sky. I am familiar with its unchanging mood swings. That’s how I like things; I find the familiar comforting. I find change threatening.

I am the daughter of someone who, not long after that ghastly cinema outing, became one of the most famous actors of his generation and, importantly for me, the granddaughter of a rather brilliant but obscure physics professor. But despite their overachievements, I have inherited no aptitude for mathematics and my father positively hated the idea of his only offspring following in his thespian footsteps. He knew how cruel and badly paid the profession could be. But I still look up to my grandfather, and think of his ludicrous moustache with affection.

Gramps once told me that there are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on Earth. Just think of all those sandpits, beaches and deserts! That’s an awful lot of stars. He then told me, his only grandchild, that I was his shining star, which was a nice thing to say and why I remember him talking about sand and stars. On clear nights, with stars twinkling, I often think about him.

I still believe in my grandfather, and admire his stoic acceptance in the face of professional disdain, because I believe in the unique power of ideas, right or wrong, and that it’s our thoughts that shape our existence. We are who we believe ourselves to be.

I gave up believing in my father long ago, because speaking other people’s words and ideas seemed like a lame excuse for a job, even if he was paid millions, and met the Queen on several occasions. She must have liked him because she awarded him an OBE for services to film, theatre and charity. Charity! Who the hell told the Queen that?

I stopped believing in him one Christmas Day, a long time ago, when he simply didn’t turn up. It wasn’t his presents that I missed, or even his presence, but the warm, fuzzy feeling of being important to him. During that day of absence and loss I concluded that his wife and daughter couldn’t much matter to him, otherwise he’d have made a bigger effort to get home. That Christmas Day, my father was simply somewhere else, probably in a bar, immaculately dressed, his hair slicked back, the object of male envy and the centre of every woman’s attention for miles around.

In that respect, Dad was more tomcat than father, except that by then his territory, his fame, stretched around the globe. I know this: by then he had a Golden Globe to prove it. He gushed pheromones from every pore, squirting attraction in every direction, and even women with a poor sense of smell could sniff him out.

I feel mostly Scottish, but am a little bit Italian. It explains my name, Emma Maria Rossini; my dark complexion, black hair, the slightly long nose, and thin and lanky body. Obese I am not, and will never be, however much pasta I eat, and I eat lots. It also explains my temper, according to some people, although I don’t agree with them, and my brown cow’s eyes, as an almost-boyfriend once described them, thinking he was paying me a compliment, before realising that he had just become an ex-almost-boyfriend.

But mostly I am a child of the sea. That’s what happens if you live for long enough by its margins: it becomes a part of you; its mood echoing your mood, until you know what it’s thinking, and it knows everything about you. That’s what it feels like when I contemplate its tensile strength and infinite capacity for change. On calm flat days in North Berwick, with small dinghies marooned on the glassy water, and loud children squealing in its shallows, it can make me anxious and cranky.

The sea, on those days, seems soulless and tired, bereft of spirit. But on wilder days, the beach deserted, or with only a hardy dog-walker venturing across the sand, with large waves thundering in, broaching and breaking, then greedily sucking back pebbles into the foam, I feel energised: this is what the sea enjoys, a roaring irresponsibility, and I share in its pleasure. We are all children of the sea, I sometimes think, or we should be – even those who have never seen an ocean or tasted its saltiness; I can stand for hours and contemplate its far horizons, lost within myself, sharing its passion. In the Firth of Forth is the ebb and flow of my past and my existence, wrapped tight against the west wind. It is what I am, placid and calm, or loud and brash.

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About the Author

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I was born in Paisley, central Scotland, which wasn’t my fault.  That week, Eddie Calvert with Norrie Paramor and his Orchestra were Top of the Pops, with Oh, Mein Papa, as sung by a young German woman remembering her once-famous clown father.  That gives a clue to my age, not my musical taste.

I was brought up in the west of Scotland and graduated from the University of Edinburgh.  I still have the scroll, but it’s in Latin, so it could say anything.

I then worked briefly as a street actor, baby photographer, puppeteer and restaurant dogsbody before becoming a journalist.  I started in Glasgow and ended up in London, covering news, features and politics.  I interviewed motorbike ace Barry Sheene, Noel Edmonds threatened me with legal action and, because of a bureaucratic muddle, I was ordered out of Greece.

I then took a year to travel round the world, visiting 19 countries.  Highlights included being threatened by a man with a gun in Dubai, being given an armed bodyguard by the PLO in Beirut (not the same person with a gun), and visiting Robert Louis Stevenson’s grave in Samoa.  What I did for the rest of the year I can’t quite remember

Surprisingly, I was approached by a government agency to work in intelligence, which just shows how shoddy government recruitment was back then.  However, it turned out to be very boring and I don’t like vodka martini.

Craving excitement and adventure, I ended up as a PR consultant, which is the fate of all journalists who haven’t won a Pulitzer Prize, and I’ve still to listen to Oh, Mein Papa.

I am married with two grown-up children and live in central Scotland. And that’s about it.

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June 3rd

Reads & Reels (Review) http://www.readsandreels.com

The Writer’s Alley (Review) https://www.jacobrundle.com

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Didi Oviatt (Excerpt) https://didioviatt.wordpress.com

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Life at 17 (Review) https://lifeat17.wordpress.com

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Where Dragons Reside (Excerpt) https://kernerangelina.live/

Inked and Blonde (Review) http://www.inkedandblondeonline.co.uk

Go By the Book (Review) http://gobythebookblog.wordpress.com

Novel Lives (Review) https://novellives.com/2019/05/11/ready-set-go-your-kick-ass-summer-reading-guide-gomez-is-so-up-for-this/

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Wrong Side of Forty (Review) http://wrongsideoffortyuk.wordpress.com

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The Bookworm Drinketh (Review) http://thebookwormdrinketh.wordpress.com/

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Shalini’s Books & Reviews (Review) https://bookreviewsbyshalini.com/

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June 20th

The Magic of Wor(l)ds (Interview) http://themagicofworlds.wordpress.com

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Sawdust & Spoons (Review) http://sawdustandspoons.com/

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The Hufflepuff Nerdette (Review) https://thehufflepuffnerdette.wordpress.com/

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Yearwood Novela  –  http://yearwooddailybookreview.wordpress.com

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Daily Waffle (Excerpt) http://www.dailywaffle.co.uk/

I’m Into Books (Excerpt) https://www.imintobooks.com/

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Blog Tour: Haunted Ends by Elizabeth Price #Excerpt & #Giveaway #BlogTour @RRBookTours1 @ChaosOnPaper

Welcome to the Haunted Ends blog tour! We have an excusive excerpt for you to read, and a chance to win a digital copy of the book!

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Expected Publication Date: June 4th, 2019

Genre: Paranormal Mystery/ Ghosts

Publisher: Between the Lines Publishing

The famous paranormal investigative television show, Dead Inns, is tasked with investigating the Juniper Hotel near downtown San Francisco. Rocky Rapport, the psychic medium on the show, makes a startling discovery while investigating the hotel. During their investigation, Rocky encounters the recently departed, Sam Thompson. Their meeting may forever change the very nature of paranormal investigations … and test Rocky’s frazzled nerves at the same time. Rocky not only discovers that the hotel’s haunted history is true but now Sam simply won’t leave him in peace until he helps him solve his murder and locate his stolen merchandise, a bag filled with uncut diamonds.

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“Hun, I hate to come across as all-overish for ya and all, but…you’ve expired! Ya know, died?” she said with a quick smirk as if it wasn’t a big deal to be dead.

“I’ve died?” Sam gasped. “But…I gotta go to work tomorrow…er, I mean today. I can’t be dead. That…that can’t be me.” He pointed to the gurney.

The woman strolled over to Sam, passing by him. She then lifted the gurney’s sheet, showing Sam his body. “Looks like you’ve got a good excuse for not goin’ to work now!”

Sam inched down to the floor, his mouth gaping as he attempted to understand just what had happened to him. “This can’t be,” he kept repeating. “How can I possibly be dead?”

The woman stood above him, offering him her hand. “Don’t fret. You get used to it in time. Trust me, it ain’t all bad,” she assured.

Sam took her hand. “Being dead? How? How can this—” He motioned up and down to his transparent body, “…NOT be bad?” he barked back in a tirade. He was sure his face was turning beet red—that is, if he could possibly see it anymore.

She shrugged her indifference at the situation, twirling her feather boa at Sam playfully. “Now, don’t you be gettin’ all huffy with me. I’m just the welcome wagon. I’m Melody, by the way. We’ve never officially met.” She offered her hand once again to shake.

“Sam…” he grumbled, foregoing the handshake. “I’m Sam.”

“Yeah, we know. You’ve been coming around here for quite a while. We pick up on these things,” she replied.

“We? Who’s we?” Sam asked, looking around the room for signs of any others—like themselves—who were lurking in the shadows.

From all around him, faces appeared and then disappeared. Sam blinked several times, trying to focus on the images around him. But none of the images ever remained in focus for long enough to see them completely.

“That’s just the gang. This hotel has been around since the forty-nines came into town searching for gold. We’ve collected our fair share of lost travelers over the years,” she explained. “Most of us are salt-of-the-earth kind of people who only like to keep a low profile. And many of us try to help the guests when we can. But there are a few you better stay clear of,” she continued.

“Wait a minute. I’m not sticking around! I have a life, a job…” Sam looked up, suddenly hearing the front door opening. The paramedic crew was now rolling his body out the front doors. “Wait!” he cried, racing after his body.

As soon as he hit the front door, he bounced right back into the lobby as if hitting an invisible wall. Sam fell back, landing on his rear, surprised to feel his nose swelling. “What?” he screeched. “What the hell? I thought ghosts could—”

Melody sauntered over to the sofa. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. I’ve seen it happen more times than I can recollect. You’re part of the hotel now.”

Sam grabbed his ears, wrapping his elbows around his face. Everything seemed so wrong, so frightfully wrong. He just couldn’t be dead. He was about to eat a nice Italian meal and now he was, what…a ghost forced to spend his afterlife haunting The Juniper? None of it made any sense, especially since he still had a colossal craving for Petro’s.

“Get a grip,” Sam repeated to himself several times, but never once listening. He then grabbed the red velvet curtains that hung around the front bay window. “There HAS to be a logical explanation to this.” He spun to Melody. “I know…I was shot, but now I’m in a coma in some hospital. And any moment I’m going to…”

Melody slowly shook her head, smiling her understanding grin. “Hun, you’re dead. The sooner you come to grips with it, the better. It’s not the end of the world!” she stated.

“But how? How do you come to grips with being dead?” he growled.

“It’s not like you have a choice. Now, why don’t ya come upstairs and meet the others…” she said, reaching out to hold his shoulder.

Sam pulled away. “What do I do all day? Stand around here, scaring children and pets? Or is this it…forced to remain here in this dreary hotel while watching my afterlife pass me by?”

Melody sauntered up the main staircase but disappeared once she reached the top. She knew Sam needed more time to cope, so she wasn’t about to wait around for him to come to grips with his situation.

Yet again, Sam plopped on the sofa and stared out the lobby’s window. Outside, he watched the paramedics loading his body into the back of an ambulance.

“Now what?” he wondered to himself.

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Born in Southern California, Elizabeth has always been drawn to Science Fiction and fantasy stories. Having also lived and worked in haunted buildings for many years, she has a deep interest in the paranormal and anything that goes “BOO!” in the night – with the exception of critics that is.

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