I’m delighted to welcome Sandy Barker to my blog today to talk about her debut romance novel,  One Summer in Santorini. Santorini has special memories for me, as it’s on this gorgeous island that my husband proposed, so I can’t wait to read this. Isn’t the cover stunning?

Blurb

After a humiliating break up, Sarah decides it’s time to fall back in love with her first true love—travel. She books the perfect trip to revive her humdrum heartbroken life—ten days sailing the Greek islands on a yacht.

The last thing she wants is to meet someone new, but Sarah soon finds herself flirting with the cute American, Josh, and considering something more serious with the sexy silver fox, James.

Will Sarah dive into a holiday fling, embark on a relationship, or stick to her plan – steer clear of men, continue her love affair with feta, and find her own way after all?

Ten days, two men, one boat, and one big decision.

If you want to find out what Sarah decides, you can buy the book here:

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/One-Summer-Santorini-Sandy-Barker/dp/0008354340

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Summer-Santorini-Sandy-Barker/dp/0008354340

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Summer-Santorini-Sandy-Barker/dp/0008354340

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/nz/en/ebook/one-summer-in-santorini

Here’s the scene Sandy is sharing with us:

“Where are you from?” I heard from behind me.

I turned and saw an extremely handsome man in his late forties, sitting on a bench about five metres away. He was wearing beige linen pants and a white linen collared shirt, open to the third button, and he was smoking a slim cigar. His whole look, including his salt and pepper hair and deep tan, was a throwback to a more elegant era. He regarded me while he drew from the cigar, smiling, and for some reason, I felt compelled to answer him. Maybe it was because of his eyes, which crinkled at the corners as he smiled. I like crinkling eyes.

“Australia—Sydney.”

“Of Greek ancestry?” I couldn’t place his accent, and I could always place an accent, but I guessed it was somewhere in Western Europe. His head tilted slightly and I felt a twinge in my stomach—the good kind—as he watched me.

“No.” It wasn’t the first time I had been asked that. Greek, Spanish, Italian, Maltese, Lebanese—even though I’m not, I look Mediterranean.

He smiled and the crinkles intensified. So did the twinge.

“Sorry,” he said, seeming to laugh at himself, “I don’t mean to intrude on your day.” Intrude away, handsome man. I shrugged as though I was used to good-looking strangers engaging me in conversation. “It’s an exquisite view,” he added, gazing past me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it,” I replied.

“So, not of Greek descent? Do you mind me asking what your heritage is? You’ve piqued my curiosity.”

“Actually, my dad’s English and I look like him. He says he’s proof that the Romans were in England for hundreds of years.”

He smiled at that. “Well, you’re very beautiful,” he said matter-of-factly.

I tossed my ponytail and allowed a smile to dance across my lips. “Thank you,” I replied, not flinching under his fixed stare. I silently congratulated myself on such advanced flirting skills.

“Have lunch with me.” It was a statement, not a question. Smooth.

“Maybe,” I said, as though I was actually considering it.

“I know a very nice place around the corner. Excellent seafood. Ellis, it’s called. We’ll eat, have some wine. And you’ll tell me what brings you to Santorini.”

My mind had a quick-fire discussion with itself. Stay? Go? Skip lunch altogether and spend the afternoon making love with this beautiful stranger? I was flattered—of course I was—I’m a human woman with a pulse and he was gorgeous. Reason won out, however. It would be time to meet my tour group soon. Or maybe I was hiding behind reason, my confidence merely bravado.

I started to walk away, but called over my shoulder, “Perhaps.” I wanted to leave it open in case I got around the corner and changed my mind. He was super sexy.

“Two o’clock. See you there.”

And then I did something incredibly cool. I faced him and as I walked slowly backwards, I blew him a kiss. Then I turned and walked away.

Here’s what some readers are saying:

‘A summery romantic debut from a fresh voice in romantic fiction. Made me want to pack my bags for the Greek islands this instant!’ Phillipa Ashley, bestselling author of A Perfect Cornish Summer

‘A fun and flirty escapist read.’ Samantha Tonge, bestselling author of Knowing You

‘Warm, witty and wonderful.’ Emma Robinson, author of Happily Never After

‘A thoughtful and often humorous insight into the joys and pitfalls of travelling as a single, thirty-something woman.’ Ella Hayes, Mills and Boon author

‘A cosmopolitan treat.’ Belinda Missen, author of An Impossible Thing Called Love

Meet Sandy

Author bio

Sandy Barker is an Australian writer, traveller and hopeful romantic with a lengthy bucket list and a cheeky sense of humour.

Many of Sandy’s travel adventures have found homes in her writing, including her debut novel, a contemporary romance set in Greece, which was inspired by her true-life love story.

Contact links:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/sandybarker

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sandybarkerauthor

Website: https://sandybarker.com/

Thanks for dropping by to tell us about your fabulous book, Sandy. Wishing you many sales!


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