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CHRISTMAS AT THE DANCING DUCK
by DAISY JAMES

This is billed as a perfect festive romantic read and that is exactly what it is! I don't often read much of this genre (although I'm becoming converted as I realise how inviting and appealing the stories are!) but decided to indulge in something totally Christmassy, easy, light and uplifting over the weekend. Well, this completely did the trick! It was the perfect book to curl up with in the warm and indulge in a heartwarming and lovely story with a very happy ending! 

This is a real feel good story. It starts of by introducing us to Kirstie Harrison who has a successful career in television presenting Kirstie's Kitchen until one day, on a show dedicated to Christmassy food, she reveals off camera to detest stollen, panettone, cloves, nutmeg and - the worst offenders of all ....mince pies...! Unfortunately her mic is still on and her rant has been broadcast to the nation. Time for a break while her team try to minimise the damage!

Reluctantly Kirstie returns to her family home, the village pub, The Dancing Duck. The pub is now run by her sister after the death of both her parents, another reason why Kirstie is no fan of Christmas and the main reason why she has fallen out of love with it. Can a trip home for the holidays, a stint running the pub and getting involved with the villages festive traditions make this the best Christmas yet? Can Kirstie fall back in love with Christmas?

Well, if you are looking for romance and heart this Christmas, then this is the book for you! It's got ex-boyfriends, drama, dilemmas, love triangles and plenty of festive cheer! Everything might seem to be falling apart for Kirstie but as she is about to discover, that can often make way for new adventures or a chance to think about what it is that makes you happy. Over the course of the novel, Kirstie finds herself presented with a few choices to do with the family business, her sister, the village, tradition, the future and whether it should be head over heart or heart over head! 

I really enjoyed this quick, light, upbeat story which is full of mouthwatering food and festive fun. You can't help but be warmed by the community of characters in this book and it is the perfect holiday read! 
*My thanks to the publisher for an advance copy and the opportunity to take part in the Blog Tour*

Christmas At The Dancing Duck was published by HQ Digital in October 2017 and is currently only 99p on kindle! 

Don't miss the rest of the Blog Tour and read on for an extract from Chapter One! 


CHRISTMAS AT THE DANCING DUCK

CHAPTER ONE


‘Going live in sixty seconds!’
Kirstie Harrison scuttled across the set and took up her usual position behind the instantly recognizable kitchen counter from which she presented her daily episode of Kirstie’s Kitchen for the FMTV network.
‘Keep still – unless you actually want to look like a Christmas clown,’ said Bridget as she leaned towards Kirstie to touch up her lipstick before reaching for her magic mascara. ‘Boy, I wish I could swap places with you today. Those mince pies look amazing! Hurry up and finish the show so we can move on to the taste-testing part!’
‘You say that every day.’ Kirstie laughed at the FMTV make-up girl, whose hazel eyes had widened as she took in the samples. ‘But you know what? For once, I’d actually love to switch places with you.’
‘You can’t be serious?’
‘Between you and me and the sound guy, I’m not the biggest fan of Christmas bakes.’
‘Pphh, you must be the only one. Everybody loves Christmas treats.’
‘Not me. I loathe gingerbread, the smell of cinnamon and cloves makes me come out in hives, but most of all I absolutely detest mince pies.’ She eyed the huge china plate, decorated around the rim with reindeers, piled high with the disgusting things.
Bridget giggled. ‘Shame they’re the focus of the whole show this morning then!’
‘Ten seconds, five … four … three … two … one … and we’re live!’
‘Good morning, everyone, and welcome to Kirstie’s Christmas Kitchen. It’s great to have you with us today. Well, I’m sure you’ve all noticed that Christmas is only a few weeks away, so every morning this week we’ll be handing our studio kitchen over to a selection of our most loved chefs. I hope they will inspire you to dust off your aprons and break out your mixing bowls and cookie cutters as they share with us their suggestions for reinventing the old classics.
‘Later on this week we will be experimenting with a kaleidoscope of Christmas-themed cupcakes and delicious gingerbread recipes that will make you go rushing to your store cupboard, but today we start with one of my all-time favourites – the humble mince pie. I’m delighted to say that joining us this morning is the amazingly talented celebrity chef Tom Carrington, who is going to show us his unique twist on this Christmas staple.
‘Hi, Tom. Welcome to Kirstie’s Christmas Kitchen.’
‘Hi, Kirstie. It’s great to be here.’
‘Everyone loves a mince pie, don’t they? In fact, Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without a batch of them cooling on the wire rack. But they can be a little unexciting. So, you’re going to share with us a few other ideas we can try in order to get our festive fix that will have our taste buds zinging.’
‘I sure am. Mince pies don’t have to be boring. Over here, for example, I’ve got mince pies topped with a crunched walnut crust, and these have a layer of custard on the bottom, a generous dollop of sweet mince, and then they’re sprinkled with crumble. On this plate, we have shortbread squares sandwiched together with mincemeat. But my absolutely favourite for a real quirky twist has to be these mince pie wantons and spring rolls made with filo pastry.’
‘Sounds delicious, Tom. I’m especially looking forward to trying out your mince pie wantons.’ Kirstie laughed. ‘But today you are going to show us how to make St Clement’s mince pies – is that right?’
She took a step back so Tom could reach the countertop and to allow the cameraman to zoom in for a close-up shot of him rolling out his clementine-and-lemon-zest shortbread pastry as he detailed the ingredients and method. She made herself busy stirring a pan of cranberries, grated apple, and her worst culinary nightmare, candied peel.
‘For our viewers at home, I really wish someone had invented AromaVision. The fragrance of warm cloves and cinnamon with vanilla is just wonderful. And what’s that top-note I can detect, Tom?’
Tom laughed as he placed perfect circles of his pastry in the hollows of the baking tray and reached for the pan. His bushy blond eyebrows, the colour of honey, framed his blue eyes handsomely and he gifted her with his signature smile. ‘That, Kirstie, is the best bit. A generous glug of brandy.’
‘Mmm. Now, how long in the oven?’
‘About fifteen minutes should do the trick.’
‘What’s next on the agenda?’
Tom slid the tray into the oven and returned to the workstation. He beamed into the camera as he launched into the story of how his family’s love of Chinese cuisine had inspired him to create the mincemeat-filled wantons and spring rolls.
‘They are certainly an unusual twist.’
‘Wait until you taste my mincemeat samosas.’ Tom laughed. ‘I’m sure they’ll become a firm favourite in your house once you’ve tried them.’
Kirstie nodded enthusiastically and smiled sweetly at Tom. She doubted it very much. In fact, just the smell of the concoction of warm Christmas spices was starting to make her come over all queasy. Fortunately, Tom mistook her glazed look for olfactory rapture.
‘Ah, yes, just take a deep breath and inhale that special bouquet. It’s the very essence of Christmas, don’t you think? If only I could bottle it, I’d be a millionaire.’
Again, thought Kirstie. She had read in her research notes that Tom Carrington had recently upgraded his yacht, currently moored in Antibes, and added another thoroughbred to his stables in Cheshire. He also had a finger in lots of culinary pies, so to speak. From bakeware to crockery, from oven gloves to personalized aprons, as well as a range of flavoured olive oils.
Tom had finished making the spring rolls. He strode back to the oven to remove the St Clement’s mince pies and slide in the wantons. As he wafted his hand over the pies, an intense spicy scent invaded the air. He removed them carefully from the tray with a metal spatula and set them to cool on a wire rack.
‘They look absolutely delicious!’ said Kirstie, turning on the enthusiasm.
‘So, Kirstie, you can be the first to try one.’ Tom selected one of the exquisite tartlets and held it up to her lips, holding his cupped palm under her chin to catch any stray crumbs.
Oh God, the things she had to do to further her career, thought Kirstie, suppressing another surge of revulsion. She was going to have to draw on every ounce of her acting ability to present a delighted façade. She opened her mouth to take the tiniest taste of the buttery pastry to avoid having to eat the filling, but Tom shoved the pie into her mouth and she was forced to take a huge bite.
‘Well, what do you think?’
Kirstie chewed and swallowed quickly, just about managing to conceal the involuntary grimace with a bright smile. The flavours crashed around her taste buds and sent receptors to her brain telling the rest of her body to recoil.
‘Mmmm, amazing!’
Tom smiled to camera, raising his slug-like eyebrows, as if to say, ‘well, of course’, whilst Kirstie took the chance to swallow down the last morsel. Yet the taste of the dreaded peel lingered at the back of her throat. Ever the professional, she dredged up her best smile.
‘Well, that’s all we have time for today on Kirstie’s Christmas Kitchen. A huge thank you to our guest, Tom Carrington, for sharing his amazing recipes and ideas with us. I hope you have all been inspired to try something different. Join us tomorrow for advice on how to liven up your gingerbread recipes. Not only will we be making a battalion of gingerbread men sporting another seasonal icon, the Christmas sweater, but we’ll also be baking Christmas tree decorations and a whole village of gingerbread houses. So, it’s goodbye from Tom, and goodbye from me.’
Kirstie held her smile for a few seconds, until the camera panned back, and then turned to Tom.
‘Thanks, Tom. That was great. Really informative.’
‘No problem, Kirstie. It’s always a pleasure to be a guest on Kirstie’s Kitchen, especially for one of the Christmas episodes. But why don’t you tell me what you really thought of my mince pies?’ He laughed.
‘Ah, you noticed, eh? It’s nothing to do with your baking skills, which of course are legendary! I just hate everything to do with Christmas culinary treats – gingerbread – yuk, Christmas pudding – yuk. I also detest panettone and stollen – in fact anything that relies on heavy doses of nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon, and ginger. But my all-time pet hate has to be mince pies.’
Kirstie was on a roll and it felt good to confess her aversion to someone, especially a fellow chef who would understand what that meant. Apart from the enforced contact with spice-filled pastries, she loved her daily twenty-minute segment on daytime TV. It was her perfect job and one she had never dared dream of landing when she was slogging her way through drama school. Daytime TV Presenter, her résumé said, and she adored the title.
However, she also loved her new life in London. From the moment she jumped into the back seat of her chauffeur-driven lift to the studios, often before the sun had even poked its head above the horizon, her day was filled with frenzied activity. Meetings with stylists to select the perfect outfit to wear that day, uploading the photographs to her Instagram account to keep the show’s fans happy, then filming before spending the afternoon brainstorming ideas for the following week’s show.
Her day wasn’t over when she left the building either, because there was always an event to attend in the evening – a product launch or a book signing or a celebratory dinner – not to mention the occasional red carpet appearance at the national TV awards.
She had to admit that occasionally she felt as though she was living in a dream world. Bridget had gleefully informed her earlier that morning that one of her Twitter followers had labelled Kirstie Harrison a national treasure. A national treasure! Just like Mary Berry, or Nigella Lawson, or Delia Smith! She had refused to believe Bridget until she showed her the tweet. It was true that she was as passionate about food as those talented chefs, and brimming with enthusiasm to showcase the wonderful and quirky recipes from around the country, and around the world, to FMTV’s loyal viewers.
Nevertheless, she had known that she would struggle with this particular week’s profusion of Christmas bakes. She wasn’t a fan of all things festive, but the food was the worst. It evoked so many painful memories and she had tried to persuade the show’s producer, Brad Baxter, to do something different during the lead-up to the big celebration – such as Pan-Asian alternatives to the standard Christmas fayre – but he had looked at her askance, as though she had just told him that Santa Claus wasn’t real and suggested he cancel Christmas altogether.
‘I also loathe chocolate yule logs, those little marzipan figures dressed as Father Christmas, iced cinnamon rolls …’
‘Gosh, don’t hold back, Kirstie.’ Tom laughed, holding up his palms in mock horror.
‘Sherry trifle, brandy butter, Christmas cookies …’
‘Okay, I get the picture!’
‘Sorry, Tom. I should have told you. It’s just that I …’
‘Kirstie! Kirstie! Oh my God! Kirstie!’
‘What’s the matter?’ She swung round to see Brad rushing across the studio floor towards her, waving his arms in the air, his eyes wild, his silver hair more bouffant than ever and his usually tanned face the colour of overworked pastry.
‘Brad? What … what’s going on?’
‘You’ve just regaled the whole of the Kirstie’s Christmas Kitchen audience with a monologue on how much Kirstie flipping Harrison hates Christmas!’
‘I don’t know what you …’
Kirstie’s stomach clenched and a surge of nausea swept up from her chest into her throat.
‘What are you talking about …’ She narrowed her eyes in the direction of their sound man. ‘Oh, no, don’t tell me … don’t say it …’

‘Martin forgot to cut the mic!’



Huge thanks to HQ for the extract! And if this appeals, why not treat yourself to the rest of the book here.

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