Saturday, 9 August 2025

Love or your money back by Suzy K Quinn~Blog Tour


 Publisher: Book Club Ltd

Publication Date:  1st July 2025
Genre: Romance
Summary:
Kat is 34, single and running out of time – she wants to get married before she turns 35, but her fiancĂ© just ditched her for a 21-year-old life coach.

Freddy is a ruthless marketing guru who thinks love is just transactional. He’ll use his marketing genius to make Kat the most sought-after woman in London, if she lets him buy out her struggling company.

With her 35th birthday looming and her love life a disaster, Kat agrees to become Project Marriage. Can a rebrand king sell happily ever after? Or is love something even the best marketer can't package and promote?

Review:
So something a little different today. I haven't read this book (yet!) but my spot on todays tour is for content and the Lovely Rachel from Rachels Random Resources has given me an extract to share with you all. Having read this extract i most defiantly am adding this on to my digital tbr pile, Chris has already annoyed the hell out of me and i need to know if Kat manages to move on from him. I cant wait to pick this one up, take a read below and let me know if you plan on joining me.

The Wedding Humiliation

Kat attends her ex-boyfriend’s wedding, only to experience the ultimate humiliation when he makes a wedding speech.

 

‘Greetings, wedding guests.’ Chris’s theatrical voice booms across the clearing. ‘I want to kick off this celebration by apologising to my former fiancĂ©e, Kat. Sorry about falling madly in love with Minola here!’

Gentle laughter drifts around the clearing as if this is a perfectly acceptable joke.

My heart clenches.

‘Kat, where are you?’ Chris looks around. ‘Ah! There.’

Cool humiliation works its way around my stomach, as everyone turns in my direction. I try to hold myself with quiet dignity, but that isn’t possible because I’m halfway through swigging a Prosecco bottle.

‘Here’s to Kat.’ Chris raises his tumbler. ‘There’s no friend like an old friend.’

The word ‘old’ feels like a punch in the face.

‘Thanks, Chris.’ I raise my bottle. ‘Here’s to your wedding.’

‘And here’s to your wedding, Kat.’ Chris gives me a lopsided smile. ‘It’s one of your life goals, isn’t it? Married before you the age of 35?’ He turns to the crowd. ‘Kat told me that the first night we met!’

Minola’s friends and family roar with laughter.

‘I also told you I would start a publishing company and buy a house in Bloomsbury,’ I shout back. ‘Both of which I did –’

‘Wait, there’s more!’ Chris roars, clearly pleased with the audience’s reaction. ‘Kat also told me she wanted two children, and that marriage was to make sure I wouldn’t run away and leave her as a single mother. Still on the first night we met!’

Helpless laughter.

‘But you’re right about marriage, Kat.’ Chris turns serious and grabs Minola’s hand. ‘It’s a great thing to do. And even if you don’t manage your life goal, kitty cat, I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with us.’

My knuckles turn white around the Prosecco bottle. ‘I might still get married this year, Chris. You never know.’

‘Wow, Kat.’ Chris shakes his head. ‘Drunk already. I like your style.’

‘I’m not drunk.’ I lean to place the Prosecco bottle on an upright log, but my left leg chooses that moment to throw itself out and …

Ooof!

I fall, Prosecco bottle rolling, spilling and fizzing on the woodland floor.

White-grey sky drifts above me, and I feel twigs, pebbles and dried leaves under various sore body parts.

Ouch.

‘She’s not drunk, everyone!’ Chris’s voice soars over me, accompanied by shrieks of laughter. Then Freddy’s concerned face comes into view. He grabs my hand with the certainty and force of a blood pressure cuff and pulls me to my feet.

‘What was that all about, darling?’ he asks. ‘You’re not drunk. You only had three swigs of Prosecco.’

I redden. ‘Well, if you must know, it’s true what Aunty Sylvia was saying earlier. About me having a degenerative disease. I have a touch of MS. And stop calling me darling.’

‘A what?’

‘A touch of MS. Multiple sclerosis. Just a little brush of it. Nothing to worry about. Sometimes it makes my legs unsteady.’

‘Can you get a touch of MS?’ Freddy asks. ‘I thought it was a pretty serious condition?’

‘Every person’s MS is as different as a snowflake,’ I say. ‘Mine is relapsing, remitting. It comes and goes. It’s worse when I’m stressed. Or overwhelmed. Or tired.’

‘I bet you’re all of those things today,’ says Freddy. ‘Do you want me to find you somewhere to sit? I can move a log –’

‘As much as I’d love to see you showing off how strong you are,’ I say, ‘I’m okay. I just need to stand where no one can see me and eat some yellow food from the buffet.’

‘You know Chris is an idiot, right?’

‘Yes.’ I sigh. ‘I know. But he’s also funny and exciting and romantic and –.’

‘And you still love him.’

‘For a megalomaniac, you’re surprisingly perceptive.’

‘You and I aren’t so different, Kat. Tough on the outside, soft in the middle.’

‘I’m nothing like you. And for what it’s worth, I know that me and Chris are over. I have told my brain, in no uncertain terms, to move on. I just wish my heart would catch up.’

‘How did you end up with that man, anyway?’

‘Chris was my first love. We’ve been together, on and off, since I was eighteen. We got together just after my mother died.’

‘Ah.’ Freddy clicks his fingers. ‘That makes sense. He got in while you were vulnerable. Sorry, darling. Bad luck.’

‘You don’t need to be sorry.’ I don’t have the energy to rebuke Freddy for saying ‘darling’ again. He clearly has a compulsion. Like tourettes. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get on with something.’

‘Get on with what?’

‘The final piece of closure. I need to offer the happy couple my congratulations.’