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Wednesday, October 18, 2017

BLOG TOUR SPOTLIGHT: Sun, Sea and Sex by Greta Horwood

Sun, Sea and Sex
by Greta Horwood


Welcome to my blog tour stop for this commercial women's and romantic fiction novel!  You think you know the person you marry, then can quickly find out that you do NOT.  Thank goodness for good friends to help you through it all!   Continue down to get the synopsis, about the author, a Q&A with the author and an extract from the book!

Escaping to live on a Caribbean island, Zeeta and her two best friends reflect on their turbulent lives, loves and the decisions that shaped them.

Growing up, Zeeta always strove to be the perfect daughter an be everything her parents hoped.  Unfortunately, she soon realized that she'd never be good enough, it's her brother who holds their love.  Thankfully, she can always turn to her lifelong friend Sheila - a boy-mad teenager whose love of the opposite sex will follow her into adulthood with a rollercoaster of consequences.  Determined to make something of her life, Zeeta continues to be a model student and earns a place at cookery college where good qualifications should pave the way to a career and security.  But getting the job she wanted proved impossible.  However, a chance meeting on her train to work with Peggy - a vibrant and successful career woman - who offers Zeeta an exciting new job in London changes the course of her life forever.

Happily enjoying her new independence, and friend with Peggy, Zeeta finally feels like life and luck is on her side.  And so whilst at a work conference when she unexpectedly meets her childhood friend, Martin, Zeeta wastes no time throwing herself into a whirlwind romance.  And when Martin proposes marriage she doesn't hesitate but love never did run smoothly and all too soon Zeeta's bliss leads to disaster and heartbreak.  Reeling from events, on the rebound and emotionally unready, Zeeta quickly falls into a second marriage.  But her second husband has a dark side - one with a depraved sexual appetite.  Trapped and afraid, it is only with the help and support of her two best friends, Sheila and Peggy, that Zeeta will find the strength to finally emerge free and independent.

A story of life, love and friendship, Sun, Sea and Sex by Greta Horwood is the perfect next read for fans of commercial women's and romantic fiction.


Zeeta is now enjoying a loving relationship with Ben, the brother of her horsey friend Andrea.  He had always had feelings for Zeeta, but the age difference between them made this impossible.  When they first knew each other, she was 14, he was 20.  Ben gave her love and feelings back, after suffering the nightmare of Graham.  After the birth of their second son, he was demanding sex, but wanting 'quickies'.  With both of them against a wall.  Zeeta was not enjoying these.  Ben hurt her, he made her think about Graham, who was not normal.  She was wondering if Ben had the same abnormal tendencies.  She planned for a night of pleasure in bed, she had to change Ben's mind about his 'quick one'.  Sheila, her best friend and confidant, was going to help her by looking after their sons.  Her plan worked.  Ben realized bed was better, so Zeeta's life was going back to being normal.  Well it was until the police came.  Graham's memory was thrust upon her, not a welcome one.  He had been murdered.

I invited Sheila to stay the night, she had a few glasses of wine and was not in a fit state to drive home.  Home was in Derbyshire, so not a hop skip and jump away.  Also I was stopping Ben having his quick one.  I was going to work on him, in bed.  I wanted a slow enjoyable sex session and by jove I was going to have one.

We went to bed.  I put Sheila in the guest room furthest from ours and hoped our lovemaking would not disturb her.  I had explained the situation and what I was going to do.  She said she would not take any notice of anything.  She told me to enjoy.

I undressed slowly and provocatively.  Ben was smiling, so I hoped he was enjoying every move.  I laid on the bed and stroked my breasts.  Ben came and laid beside me and continued to do the same.  He tried to come in me, but it was too soon.  I was going to make him wait.  We laid together, I was stroking him now, he continued to touch my nipples.  I arched my back in pleasure, but again I would not let him come in me, although I wanted him to.  I wanted to wait until my body was aching, wanting him.  I licked him slowly, and put my mouth around his throbbing shaft, slowly working him.  He arched his back, we were both ready.  His penetration and movement at first was quick and stabling, but I pushed him away.  He looked surprised, but came in me again, working me slowly, like days gone by.  I was enjoying him and I could see he was liking it too.  He was slow to climax and I joined him seconds later, just in time for him to feel, I had come.  We lay there, him getting naturally limp.  He kept on saying that was good, better than any quickie.  So his quickies became an unpleasant memory.  Bed was best.  We slept well.

We were awaked by a banging on the front door. 

Zee, it is the police, shouted Sheila.  I grabbed my robe, Ben seconds behind me.  Mr. Trent, where were you yesterday, between three and five.  "At my shop all day, I came home about six as normal and have been here ever since."  Sheila said it was nearer half five.  "Was anyone at the shop with you?"  "Yes, I had a break in and the police came at two and they left about five.  I left my manager in charge.  There were people still looking for fingerprints." They turned to Sheila and asked if she lived here.  "No but I arrived yesterday morning and stayed the night."

Almost the same time, Ben and I asked "Why the questions?"  "Your ex-husband was stabbed to death"  "He was in a mental institution and he should not be out anytime soon."  I said.  He was on a day release scheme, it was deemed, he was no longer a risk to society.  It was his third day out.  I started to cry, Ben cuddled me.  Sheila asked "How did he die?"  He was stabbed in the genital area, one wound severed an artery.  But his penis was sliced off and stuffed in his mouth.  He had been gagged and restrained at one point.  We were shocked.  I had not thought about him for years and here he was haunting me.  I sobbed.  Ben said it could not have happened to a nicer person.  We never referred to him as a man.


Retired and living in Great Horwood, Buckinghamshire Greta Horwood is the pen name for Patricia Rudkin. An active member of her community, Patricia has worked as the secretary for the Village Hall management committee, arranged village fetes and fundraising events and worked as the caretaker for Great Horwood Village School. Along with her late husband, she also used to run a youth club called Great Horwood Sports and Activities Club. And up until last January she was a weekly contributor to the Buckingham and Winslow Advertiser and Great Horwood Village News. Patricia is also Membership Secretary and Welfare Officer for the Blue-Pointed Siamese Cat Club Committee and life member of the Seal Pointed Siamese Cat Club. She fund raises for cat welfare, via eBay for both clubs. Her other interests include Genealogy.


Do you have any strange writing habits?  
I dream and then write.

What is your least favourite part of the writing / publishing process? Favorite part?  

The publishing process.  Favourite part seeing the cover I designed and the book in print.

Is there one particular subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?  

Science Fiction. Too technical, I have no idea what to write about, I have never met an alien so have no experience to draw on.  Writing is drawing from experience.

How many unpublished/half-finished books do you have? 

Two.  One a children's book.  The other a historical novel, started years ago.  I will get them published when/if this book does well.  At the moment too busy doing other things.  I sell on eBay to raise funds for cat welfare.  I have lots to sell and no time for everything.  Cats need my help.

What authors have inspired you?  

Enid Blyton The Famous Five books held my interest as a child, my daughter also enjoyed them and later my grandson.  She has the capability to capture the interest of each generation and will do so for years to come.  An adventure story is the same whatever the year and I have introduced them to other children, whist babysitting, so yet another generation loving her books and stories.

What's the funniest thing that has happened to you recently?  

Learning how to walk with crutches.  Every day I learnt something new, my co-ordination was not good at first, but once mastered things got better.  Then I decided to take something to a neighbour.  I thought a short cut across grass at the front of her house would help.  I was carrying some runner beans and tomatoes in a bag.    I stepped onto the grass and it was lovely the ground was soft like walking on carpet.  About half a dozen steps onto the lawn and I got that sinking feeling.  The left crutch had a sunk a few centimetres.  This was the side where broken bones in my foot were.  I lent on right crutch to free the left one, but that also sunk into the ground.  The left one had sunk deeper.  I was well and truly stuck.  “Help” I yelled.  Fortunately some builders working on a house at the top of the road heard.  They came.  The first thing they did was laugh.  Me too!  Three of them got me out and the biggest and strongest carried me to firm ground again.  A damsel in distress saved!  The bag with beans etc was dropped on the lawn, I was not going to attempt getting them back!

If you could witness any event past, present or future, what would it be?  

The discovery of the Terracotta Solders in China

What would you name the autobiography of your life? 

Why me?

What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?  

I stole apples from a farmer’s tree.  I thought my Mum could make an apple pie.  I was with two friends, but I was the one, who climbed the tree.  My friends ran away, but I got caught.  No apple pie, and a very cross mother.

What's the best/worst gift you've ever given/received?  

A broken tile from Portugal.  My parents bought several back as gifts for family.  I got the one that broke.

What is something you learned in the last week? 

That broken bones in my foot hurt!  It was silly accident.  I was walking on the path in my back garden, I stepped up a small step, only a brick high.  Ankle gave way and I dropped down.  I thought I had broken my ankle, but x-ray showed just two long bones in my foot were broken.

What's one piece of advice you have received that has always resonated with you? 

Live life, be happy with what you have.

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