Fudge Berries & Frogs’ Knickers

Well, Lynda Renham is at it again. She’s written yet another outrageously funny romantic comedy, and she’s pestered me to death asked me if I’d feature her on my blog. As you can see, I’ve graciously complied.

So now, without further ado, I’m pleased to introduce Ms Renham and let her natter on endlessly tell you all about her newest book…

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I’m dead excited to be guest posting on Katie’s blog. I’ll do my best not to drag it down to my level. After all it is a very classy blog isn’t it? The excitement at being featured on such a nice blog almost had me peeing in my knickers. Not literally, I mean, obviously not. That would be awful wouldn’t it? It is kind of a metaphor isn’t it? You know I wouldn’t do it don’t you? Quickly moving on.

When Katie agreed to have me on her lovely, classy blog and she did agree. Okay, I may have been begging and pleading and it was becoming a bit embarrassing but I got the feeling she was excited having me on the blog too. So, here I am, in the flesh, to tell you about my new novel ‘Fudge Berries and Frog’s Knickers’ which is released as an e book on the 23rd January. The paperback is released on the 14th February. Please buy it as my bank balance is looking a bit anaemic. Here’s the cover. It’s fab isn’t it?

(Yes, Lynda…it truly is. -Katie)

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I thought for my guest posting I would answer the question that I know you all want to ask.

Where do I get my ideas for my comedy novels? I’d like to say they are all made up but the truth is my life is one big comic moment. It sounds fun but trust me after a few comic incidents it does begin to get tedious.

I do question why me? Some very intense friends on Facebook have gone into depth to explain it for me, telling me I need to be more positive and mindful. Another suggested counselling. I prefer to think of myself as nicely eccentric and happily dotty. My pupils used to tell me I was ‘mad in a nice way’ and that’s how I like to think of myself. So, when I’m trying to get into someone else’s car in the supermarket car park because it looks like mine, I tell myself I’m just happily dotty. Isn’t it strange though how your nuttiness rubs off onto others?

The other day I visited a garden Centre with my hubby Andrew, stepson James, his wife and his 4½-year-old son. What can go wrong? I hear you cry. It’s a garden centre. If I’m not safe there, I’m not safe anywhere right? Which means I’m not safe anywhere.

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Lynda and her stepson James

Things started off well. Then again they usually do. Then we decided to look at summer houses in the grounds of the garden centre. They have some very nice ones, by the way. I can highly recommend them. Fortunately for us and the garden centre the doors on these summer houses were locked. Not so, however, on the tiny Wendy Houses which my grandson made a beeline for. Within minutes, he claimed one as his own and rounded us all up.

‘Everyone inside,’ he ordered. ‘We’re having a party.’

I don’t think the garden centre were aware of our party but never mind. To please him the four of us squeezed into the Wendy House and my grandson closed the door and proceeded to tell us to jump up and down. Not a good idea, I hear you thinking. But how can you deny a 4½-year-old his fun.

So, jump up and down we did. Well, as much as we could considering the roof was already touching our heads. We then all had to stretch our hands out so they touched. This was not at all difficult in the confined space. I then suggested that perhaps we should end the party before one of the assistants discovered us all packed in the Wendy House. It would be hard to explain, you have to agree. My stepson turned and pulled the door, except it didn’t open. He calmly tried again and we all held our breath.

Okay, maybe not all of us. I certainly held mine as visions of fireman and wailing sirens flashed through my imaginative mind. Oh no, we’re going to make the local paper and not in a proud way. I began to visualise the headlines ‘Local author and family rescued from Wendy house after being trapped for days.’ Days? My imagination is working overtime. We’ll be out before you can say Peter Pan. Then again, we don’t want to cause too much of a scene do we? After all, it isn’t exactly normal for a whole family to get trapped in a Wendy House is it?

‘Oh,’ I utter.

‘It won’t open,’ says stepson trying to keep his voice even but I hear the tremor in it. We’re trapped.

‘Perhaps push instead of pull,’ suggests my highly intelligent, very clever husband. You can see why he’s a doctor can’t you?

‘Ah,’ says stepson pushing the door and revealing daylight. We let out a collective sigh before giggling (rather hysterically) as we tumble out. Fortunately no one saw us. Or if they did they discreetly pretended not to.

Of course, I’m now wondering how I can feature this in a novel. It can be done of that I am sure. I bet you’re wishing you lived a life as exciting as mine aren’t you? Only yesterday I found a pair of my Bridget Jones hold-it-all-in knickers in my neighbours’ garden. How they got there from the recycle bin is beyond me. Mind you, it does get very windy in our village. I got quite anxious at first and thought of different ways to retrieve them without my neighbour noticing until my clever and highly intelligent husband reminded me that no one will actually know they’re mine. That was a relief.

Having answered your question and drunk all Katie’s wine and eaten most of her biscuits I shall take my leave. I’m sure I’ll be invited back. After all I have been on my best behaviour haven’t I?

(Yes, Lynda…you have. You’re welcome back anytime! One tiny request though…about your next book title – well, could you possibly make it a bit shorter? Many thanks. -Katie)

About Lynda:

Lynda Renham writes romantic comedy novels and has a growing fan base. She has been likened in style to Sophie Kinsella but writes with a down-to earth humour. Lynda’s novels are popular, refreshingly witty, fast paced, and with a strong romantic theme. Lynda lives in Oxford, UK. She has appeared on BBC radio discussion programs and when not writing Lynda can usually be found wasting her time on Facebook.

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“Lynda Renham is right up there with chick-lit royalty! I’m not talking princess either, for me, the Queen of Chick-lit”. – Booketta Book Blog

Book Blurb, Fudge Berries and Frogs’ Knickers:

Poppy Wellesley is rich. In fact Poppy Wellesley is very rich, so when her fortunes change from riches to rags Poppy has to start a whole new life. Put yourself in her Guccis as she swaps her penthouse apartment for a run-down houseboat on Regent’s Canal. Meet her dippy friend Chelsea, the infamous Jack Diamond (see The Dog’s Bollocks) and her hunky boat neighbour, Taylor.

Will Poppy hold on to her millionaire fiancé or will Pug-face Pandora steal him from her? Can she avoid the advances from Balls (Lord Balthazar Wyndham-Price) or does she find true love on the canal? Fudge Berries and Frogs’ Knickers is a romantic comedy roller coaster ride that will put a smile on your face and a cheer in your heart.

Buy Links:

Amazon UK 

Amazon US

Find Lynda here:

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(If you don’t find Lynda in the above listed places, she might be found wandering the supermarket car park looking for her car…or discreetly retrieving her knickers from the neighbour’s yard.)

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Look for my new book, And the Bride Wore Prada, the first in the new ‘Marrying Mr Darcy’ series, out on 23rd January!

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Available for preorder at these online retailers:

Amazon US

Amazon UK

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