Love Bytes is so excited to show you the brand new cover of Clare London her new release “How The Other Half Lives”
Clare tells us about the cover , shares an excerpt and she brought a wonderful giveaway for our readers!
This cover is another example of the artist’s work on colour, sensuality, the couple who star in my book, and my beloved London skyline. This is the second title in the series of novellas I’m publishing with Dreamspinner Press throughout 2017, all under the banner “London Lads”. A set of individual contemporary romances set in and about London, involving confusion, tension, passion, miscommunication, heart searching, and some humour – but always love. I’ve seen several of the covers already and they’ve all been created in this lovely style. I can’t wait to see them all unfold over the months ahead, and share them with you!
Today How The Other Half Lives goes on pre-order. It’s a romantic, but also tongue in cheek look at the mayhem caused when two such opposite characters get involved in each other’s lives. I hope you enjoy this post, the cover reveal, and my celebratory Giveaway today.
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HERE WE GO!
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Artist: Valerie Tibb
Blurb:
Compulsively neat freak meets chaotic slob: can their living space survive the conflict?
Martin Harrison keeps himself to himself and his Central London flat as neat as a new pin. Maybe he should loosen up and enjoy more of a social life, but in his mind, that’s tantamount to opening the floodgates to emotional chaos. He agrees, however, to join the flat-sitting scheme in his building and look after another tenant’s flat in exchange for a similar watch over his when he’s travelling for his work.
A floor away in the same building, Russ McNeely is happy with his life as a freelance cook and a self-confessed domestic slob. He also joins the flat-sitting scheme, both to be neighbourly and to help keep his flat in order, as Russ also travels for his work.
For a while, the very dissimilar men never meet. Martin is horrified at the mess at Russ’s flat, while Russ finds Martin’s minimalist style creepy. But in a spirit of generosity, each of them starts to help the other out by rearranging things in their own inimitable way.
Until the day a hiccup in the schedule brings them face-to-face at last.
Note: this book was previously published at Amber Quill Press, and has been re-edited for this version.
Pre Order Link : Dreamspinner Press
There’s no way I think Ethan’s amusement is justified, no way at all. I suppose I imagined he would share my righteous horror at the experience I’ve just been through. No… suffered is the appropriate word.
“Holy crap in a handbasket, Martin, if you could only see the expression on your face! Was it really that bad?” He laughs, rather too loudly and too long for my liking. “Come on, we’re living in a sophisticated city, in a hub of the civilised world, not some kind of ghetto. These are very smart flats, and the tenants have to pass some kind of credit check before moving in. Your upstairs flat-sit can’t have been the hellhole you so graphically describe.”
“It was.” I’m still shuddering at the mere memory. “Initially I thought the place had been burgled. I’ve never seen such a mess in my life. Everything jumbled together. Nothing labelled, stacked properly, or cleared away.” Ethan’s still laughing at me, and I don’t approve of his levity. “There were dirty plates, Ethan. Lots of them, and not just in the sink! I found an umbrella in the bathroom, a car maintenance kit in the kitchen, and some correspondence pinned to the wall in the lobby with a fork. Like a…. Like a spear.” It remained the most aggressive vision. “There was dust on the top of every door frame, and a very disturbing colour scheme on the walls of the living room. I had a headache after my first evening visit.”
“So, what do you have to do? Do you have to live there while the owner’s away?”
Thankfully, I catch that glint of mischief back in his eye. “Very amusing, I’m sure. No, I only have to check in on a daily basis. Make sure that the alarm is set, turn off lights that have been left on—every single one, Ethan!—and collect up the post. Sensible things like that.”
“Post?”
From the sly look on Ethan’s face, I suspect he’s still provoking me. “What about it?”
“I believe you can tell a lot by a person’s post.”
“I believe so too,” I reply dryly. “But if that’s the case, I’m not much the wiser, having waded through a mass of free flyers and invitations to various gourmet events. The owner appears to be in the catering trade, or has ambitions to be. Unless they’re a professional gamer—there were several magazines with lurid covers of impossibly cantilevered animated women, or surly assassins dressed in camouflage, with guns larger than their own torsos.”
“How the other half lives,” murmurs my so-called friend, unable to hide his grin. “You sorted through it for the owner, then?”
“Well, of course I did.” I can feel a slight flush on my cheeks. “Among other things. The owner obviously needs help, and I… had a spare hour. For example, I put the car kit and the umbrella back in the hall, and took a large pile of bedding from the living room to the dresser in the bedroom. Then back in the living room, I sorted a total mess of CDs into alphabetical order.”
I’m slightly disturbed that I sound like someone’s domestic help, but I’m also secretly impressed with how efficient I’d been in the allotted time. “Oh, and there was a hideous smell in the bathroom. I was going to alert the caretaker of the building, but upon investigation, I found a filthy bottle of stagnant liquid in the linen cupboard by the boiler. I disposed of that, of course.”
“Of course,” Ethan murmurs.
“I did find washing-up the crockery particularly challenging. The tenant appears to cook extensively and uses some very eccentric, exotically flavoured ingredients. If left to dry on the china, they stain—that’s all I’ll say about it.” I finally acknowledge Ethan’s amusement at my expense. “You’re the one who told me to show some neighbourliness.”
“So, you found out who owns this flat?”
“Um. Well, barely.” One would think Ethan assumed some ulterior motive in me, like common curiosity or something equally alien to my calm self-sufficiency. “A person called McNeely, initial R. Apart from that, I have no information. The owner never turned up for the introductory meeting. The management committee provided the key and the details, including the signed agreement to my access.” I shift, inexplicably uncomfortable for a moment. “I’m not sure all of this meets your criteria of making new friends and influencing people, so perhaps I should just let it drop.”
Ethan raises an eyebrow sceptically. I think we’ve either been friends for too long, or else his empathy is improving.
“Okay.” I sigh heavily and a little petulantly. “I’ll persist with it. Actually, I had some ideas for a shoe storage rack in the hallway and more efficient shelving in the kitchen. He might be interested in that, as I’ve never seen so many ill-assorted utensils scattered all over the counter. And I did think a formal message board for him would be an excellent idea.”
“He? Him?” Ethan’s eyelids flicker and his mouth tightens, as if he’s trying hard to keep his expression neutral. Maybe my empathy is improving too.
“I saw his flat, remember? I saw the post. And—” I’m racked with another shudder. “—I saw the piles of unfolded laundry. It’s a male tenant. Please don’t ask me to elaborate.”
“Underwear?” Ethan is relentless. “I believe you can tell a lot by a person’s—”
I glare at him and he bites back the rest of the sentence. “I can assure you, I didn’t stay any longer than necessary. I was going to play some of the CDs that had been left out of their cases, just to check whether they were still serviceable, but I couldn’t get the equipment to work.”
Ethan frowns. “It was broken?”
“No, no.” I’m impatient with him now, and although I like his company, I’m hoping he’ll go soon. There’s something disturbing my thoughts, and I need to wipe the whole flat-sitting episode from my mind. I need to settle back in my own place, on my own, with my things around me. I need… peace. “The place was the most appalling jumble, Ethan. I just couldn’t find the remote control. Then when I was about to lock up and leave, I found it under the—”
Now it’s my turn to bite off my unfortunate words, but it’s too late. Ethan’s all but pounced on me.
“Where, Martin? Where did you find it?”
“Under the laundry,” The flush is all over my neck now. “If you must know, it was under a pile of boxer shorts illustrated with a character called Super Mario.”
Author Bio:
Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.
She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.
Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind… she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.
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How The Other Half Lives is based on a couple exchanging flat-sitting duties for each other. I’ve often wondered how a stranger coming into my house would view the way we do things here! Like the fact there are always sundry building tools in the kitchen, that cakes are kept in the fruit bowl, that the bathroom door can only be locked by lifting it slightly to the left and then slotting it onto the lock… you get the picture LOL.
I’m offering a $10 Amazon giftcard for one lucky commenter who shares with us their most eccentric home habit!
Congrats on the new release and thanks for the excerpt. I love the cover. You immediately see that the story is set in London, one of my favorite cities.
It is not really an excentric habit, but I tend to wash up immediately the pots, pans and utensils when I am cooking. My son always comments on it (maybe a bit OCD as well).
Congratulations on the new release, Clare. That’s an amazing cover. My most eccentric home habit… Well, I have several, but I guess what would surprise more to an unsuspecting visitor is that my house is full of half destroyed cardboard boxes…There are at least two in each room, all surrounded by their detritus. They are my kitty’s favourite toys, and I indulge her happily. That’s why my house always looks like a real mess, no matter how much I clean! 😉
I like this concept of neat & slob pair up. 😀 London’s one of my favorite cities in the world so reading this would be gratifying, I guess? 😉
When I was a kid, I used to arrange the hangers by their colors after I folded the newly-washed clothes. Glad that I’d lost that habit or my friends might have a little freak out episode. LOL!
Now that I’m on my twenties, I have this habit of collecting my old quizzes that act as references for my exams.
Thanks for coming by to Love Bytes, Clare! <3
C
I hate to admit it but I’m a bit like Russ. At any given moment there are dishes in the sink and the table is covered by mail and work papers. My husband insisted on hiring cleaners to come in twice a month and I have to clean before they get here.
The book sounds like a lot of fun. Thanks for the giveaway!
Sounds like a great story. It is like The Odd Couple. At my house I live by the pile theory which drives my hubby up a tree. Do not touch my piles as I know what is in every one.
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Congratulations on re-releasing your book.
I don’t know if it’s eccentric, but people look odd at me, when I ask them to take off their shoes before entering my flat. I also tend to wash the dishes under running water, because I don’t like to have my hands in dirty dish water.
Congrats on the re-release!
I have a similar habit to Tanja in that I wash dishes as I cook. And if my husband is cooking, I wash as he cooks. It makes me a bit anxious to have dirty dishes sitting in the sink just getting dirtier. I am also a big list maker. For example, whenever we travel, I have a spreadsheet I re-use for preparation and packing items.
Most eccentric home habit…
Probably going into the trash cans and removing the recycling items my husband has tossed.
He knows I do this but it doesn’t seem to stop him!
Love doesn’t conquer all, I guess.
Congratulations on the new book! I have a habit of cleaning up as I cook. So, things are being made and cleaned up as I go. It makes it easier for me, but I imagine it looks crazy to someone on the outside since as my hubby puts it, “How do you know you won’t need that yet?”.
I arrange the clothes in my hanging wardrobe by the “occasion”. The work clothes on the left and casual clothes on the right.
I really like the concept of this book as well as the cover, added to my TBR list.
The dogs cannot go the bedrooms and bathroom because my mum doesn’t like that they get on the bed. Instead of closing the doors, we have some sort of wooden boards that we can go over them but the dogs can’t. It’s so embarrassing when we have visits and they ask about them, LOL.
I read the first edition and enjoyed it immensely and am glad to see it rereleased. I’m a bit of an organized mess. I’m a bit of a minimalist like Martin but in area’s like my computer desk and closet you can see an oraginzied mess of paperwork cluttering the surface and in the closet clothes may be left on top of a bin or shelf
I relate to Susana’s comment, except I hoard padded envelopes…I always figure I’ll need something to mail a book in!