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Thursday, July 20, 2017

Author Tanith Davenport Guest Post: Top 5 Weird Facts About Me + giveaway (Echoes of Love book tour)

Top 5 Weird Facts About Me 

1. My hair hasn't been its natural colour since I was seventeen.
And that's a while ago now. When I was seventeen I dyed it purple, much to the chagrin of my parents, who got hair dye all over their bath towels. I then went through several shades of red, brown and black, had a period of dip-dyed green, made a brief attempt at oil-slick hair and now it's varying shades of blue. I look like a mermaid.

2. I was on an episode of The Chase.

We didn't win, but all four of us got to the final Chase and got Anne Hegerty down to the last thirteen seconds. And Bradley Walsh was lovely. I did feel a bit sorry for two of my teammates, though, since they got quite a bit of online abuse for their performances while I escaped.

3. Until I was twenty, I had been up in a plane but never landed in one.

No, I didn't have my birthday in-flight. I used to be a skydiver. Not an especially accomplished one, but I managed a few drops before my twentieth birthday, after which I went on my first overseas holiday by plane. Needless to say, even a Jet2 flight is a bit more comfortable than a tiny Cessna with no door.

4. I have seven tattoos. 

nd plans for more. My favourite one is the watercolour kingfisher on my clavicle, although that was also the most painful one I ever had, so I won't be getting one on the other side.

5. I once sunbathed in a supermarket car park.

It was a scorching hot day and my car decided to get stuck in reverse gear. I called the RAC, who told me they'd be there in an hour, so since it was a quiet Sunday and I was surrounded by empty spaces I set myself up in the car park and took in the sunshine.

Echoes of Love
by Tanith Davenport
July 18, 2017
Genre: Paranormal erotic romance
Publisher: Totally Bound
ISBN: 978-1-78686-218-1
Number of pages: 52
Word Count: 13,845
Cover Artist: Posh Gosh
Kala wants to catch a ghost. The ghost wants to catch her. What does Tor want?

Paranormal writer Kala Westenra, staying with her best friend Vika in Norway, is hunting for a new subject for an article, and finds it when she hears footsteps in the hall twenty minutes before Vika's hot brother Tor Viitanen arrives home. This, Vika tells her, is the vardoger - a Norwegian ghost, a future echo which always precedes a person's arrival.

Kala plans to stake out the hallway to catch the vardoger in the act - and is shocked when, on its arrival, it kisses her. Her feelings for Tor have been hidden ever since she first met him two years ago; could it be that the vardoger is acting on Tor's secret desire for her?

As Kala and Tor work together to understand what is happening with the spirit, their longing for each other begins to overtake them - but the vardoger has more to show them than they expected...

Tor reached over the arm of the sofa, pulled up a cushion and threw it at her. Vika threw it back, knocking over her wineglass at the same time.

“Here, let me get you a refill.” Kala reached for the bottle, but it was empty. Vika stood and made for the door, picking up her jacket from the hook on the back on her way past.

“I’ll run out and get another one. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Kala launched the cushion after her, hitting the door instead.

“I can see why you and my sister get on so well.” Tor raised an eyebrow. “You’re both drunks.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m still technically a student. I can drink if I like.”

“Soon to be a writer and they drink a lot, too, I’ve heard.”

Kala laughed. “I don’t know about journalists, though. Although I’d quite like to be a writer, too—novels or something. I don’t know what kind yet.”

“I’ll keep my eyes open for your hot new release.”


Kala held his gaze, her insides stirring strangely. Maybe it was the alcohol, but there was something in the words hot release that made a rush of heat flow through her body, her skin tingling.

After a long moment, Tor spoke again. “So, Vika thinks you need a man.”

“I don’t need a man. I may want a man.”

“Oh, yeah?” Something flickered across Tor’s face, his eyes glowing. He shifted onto his knees, leaning over the arm of the sofa, his face close to hers. “What sort of man do you want?”

“Oh, you know. We hotshot journalists don’t like to be tied down.” Kala gave him a taunting look, leaning closer to him so that their faces were almost touching. “Tall, dark, commitment-phobic. That’ll do me.”

“I can help you there.”

A sudden rush of movement and Tor’s mouth was on hers.

This is a bad idea. He’s Vika’s brother.

But somehow she no longer cared and Tor was right here and he was moving, moving over the arm of the sofa as they were still kissing, then his body was pressing down onto hers and they were still—

To hell with it, she thought and arched up against him, tangling her fingers in his hair.

She felt his hard cock through his jeans as it brushed against her leg, sending a dart of wet heat straight to her cunt. His hands ran down, caressing her neck, her shoulders, cupping her breasts and rolling his thumbs over her nipples through her bra.

Oh, God—

Then the sound of the lock clicking.

Immediately, Tor rolled off her and onto the floor, twisting round to position himself back at the side of the sofa. Kala sat up and ran a hand through her hair.

Shit, that was close.

“Here's the wine,” Vika announced as she came through the door, shopping bag in hand. “I got back as fast as I could.”

About the Author:

Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand He Dealt" was released by Total-e-Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.

Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.

Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.

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