Love Christmas? Love Christmas at the Gingerbread Cafe, come on in, grab a pew and chat with the author, Rebecca Raisin who is giving away a copy (epub) of her beautiful, band new release to one lucky reader.
Now, Rebecca, take this beer coaster and jot down a beer coaster blurb for your book – Christmas at the Gingerbread Café – out 12th December.
Christmas is the season the Gingerbread Café was made for…but owner Lily couldn’t be feeling less merry if she tried. She’s spent another year dreaming of being whisked away on a sleigh-ride for two, but she’s facing festive season alone – again. And, just to give her another reason to feel anything other than candy-cane perky, a new shop across the road has opened… Not only is it selling baked goods, but the owner, with his seriously charming smile, has every girl in town swooning.
But Lily isn’t about to let her business crumble — the Gingerbread Café is the heart of the community, and she’s going to fight for it! This could be the Christmas that maybe, just maybe, all her dreams – even the someone-to-decorate-the-Christmas-tree-with ones – really do come true!
What can I get you to go with your beer nuts? (Shandy? Wine Spritzer? Pink Lemonade?)
I’ll go the wine option… I’m sure it’s lunch time somewhere.
Hey, did you hear the one about …
How many writer’s does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Two! One to screw it almost all of the way in and one to give it a surprising twist at the end!
Guys..guys? That totally fell flat didn’t it? It’s not funny, is it? Can I have another glass of wine?
I’m a beer nut nut! What bar snack would you be and why?
Maybe I can redeem myself here…umm…I’d be a Jalapeno popper! Or, as our favourite restaurant calls them – fried mice! In case you don’t know, it’s a Jalapeno pepper, stuffed with cream cheese and bacon, then crumbed and deep fried. A little mouthful of oozy-cheesy goodness with a serious kick of spice.
Ahh, that beer hit the spot. Let me slip a drink coaster under your glass while you tell us—on a scale of 1 to 10—as a writer are you a messy desker or tidy desker? (NB: 1 = “I am a neat nut case” and 10 = “What desk? Where? Is there a desk here somewhere?”)
It’s abysmal. It’s so messy, I can’t write there. There’s no room. There’s even a computer there from the 90s. Or the Nauties. I don’t know, it’s a big clunky thing that I use to hang post it notes on. Well, I did when I wrote there. Now I write at the dining room table. Which is handy to the fridge, and the Nutella. And the wine. And the couch.
The publican offers you free drinks all night if you will:
- Dance to Gangnam Style
- Sing John Denver’s ‘Take me Home Country Roads’ on the Karaoke machine
- Spend an hour washing dishes
Which do you choose?
This really depends on how much wine I have consumed. Let’s say I’ve had three glasses of wine. I’m totally singing, but worse, I’m also going to dance. Neither of which I can do at all. I’m banned from singing at home. My five year olds get all huffy and cover their ears and scream in capitals, “YOUR VOICE HURTS MY BRAIN.” They are so dramatic!
Time to liven the place up. Got a buck? We can crank up the old jukebox in the corner. You get to pick three songs.
- Stairway to Heaven Led Zepplin
- Hotel California The Eagles
- Jolene by Dolly
An author, an agent and a chicken walk into the bar… how do you know which one crossed the road?
The agent and the publisher crossed the road, only to get to the karaoke stage, where they promptly kicked me off, and took over. And let me tell you, I think someone is a little tone deaf too…
There’s a stapler on the bar. Tell me what it’s doing there.
I did not steal that stapler. I took it because I was planning on working from home. I don’t know why you keep asking me about it. You’re insinuating I’m some kind of kleptomaniac. *Hides boxes of A4 paper, and the small nail gun used to wallpaper my rejection letters*
The pub is the heart of a small town and most locals would be lost without one. What are three things you’d be lost without?
- Those pesky five year old twins. They’re cute, I guess, even though they don’t like my singing, my dancing, my cooking, my hugging predilection, the way I kiss them at school in front of their friends, my driving, and my robot impression.
- Books. If I don’t read at night, I can’t sleep.
- My computer. If I can’t write, I get all antsy, and a little unhinged. Googly-eyed, even.
There are a few good prizes up for grabs in the bar jackpot. Do you have a lucky number?
17
Last drinks, my friend! It’s been great. But before we go, tell us how we can find out more about you and your writing/books.
Thanks for having me! Do I have to leave? Is that why they’re flicking the lights on and off? But it’s so early…
(Bec, you can come back any time you like. I sure hope I get to meet you in Sydney at the RWA Conference. That real-life bar is starting to look good – and crowded.)
If READERS want to connect with Rebecca, here’s how. And don’t forget to leave a comment to win a copy of her Christmas novella –
And all next year you can follow Bec as she joins the Writing Novels in Australia blog program.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RebeccaRaisin/Author
Twitter: @jaxandwillsmum
Website: https://rebeccaraisin.wordpress.com
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