Greater Expectations (Alexander McCabe) Book Tour #Excerpt #Review

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Please join me in welcoming Alexander McCabe and his laugh-out-loud take on modern day romance and modern day cupid(s): Greater Expectations.

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BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE – Greater Expectations
AUTHOR – Alexander McCabe
GENRE – Romantic Comedy
PUBLICATION DATE – August 5th 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 257 pages / approx. 90,000 words
PUBLISHER – Self published ebook
COVER ARTIST – Kirsty C. Maclauchlan

Greater Expectations - Book CoverBOOK SYNOPSIS
It is said that the course of true love never runs smooth – even for us men. Yet it has never been easier to find love than in this modern digital era where the mighty computer has all but rendered Cupid redundant. Love is now to be found, quite literally, at your fingertips. Although love also seems to have changed with the times. This new love is deceitful and manipulative, cunning and untrustworthy. Love has gotten ugly. Thankfully, not all the answers to life’s mysteries are to be found in the computer and Cupid – battered and bruised as he may be – proves that he still has some game and a few tricks up his sleeve…

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EXCERPT

“So, from your understanding of the upper class stereotype, do you think we love in the same way that everyone else loves?” The laugh had gone and the fire was once again the object of her attention. Stupidly, it made me somewhat envious. It was obvious that she wanted to look anywhere else but at me and she suddenly seemed quite nervous and vulnerable. That look. What was it? So rarely had I seen this look before. She looked…forlorn? Yes, that was it. She looked forlorn.

It didn’t suit her.

“I’m afraid that I am the very last person to be able to speak of love with any kind of authority. I’m sorry.” Here was I taking to a stranger and yet, somehow, it felt instinctively right to be completely honest. She drew her eyes away from the fire and let them rest upon my chest. If I didn’t know better, I would have said she was looking for my heart.

“How so?” her voice nothing more than a whisper.

My life with Gem, told as an anecdote, came tumbling out. As Penny sat in silence, I soon became oblivious to her presence and spoke more to myself than to her. As my sorry tale came to a close, I apologetically explained about reading the email “it was wrong and I know I shouldn’t have done it, but…” and then proceeded to explain the crux of its contents whilst omitting the gory details, she could garner them for herself “…and so here I am, mending my broken heart with Richie.”

Many a true word said in jest as they say.

It was a few moments before she spoke. Not that I really noticed nor cared for, in my head, I was back staring at the computer monitor and reading that email for the first time – once again.

“So do you still believe in love?” Her question penetrated my thoughts although it took me a second to realise where I was.

“I was taught to believe in love, my mum is a bit of a romantic. My dad too, if truth be told although he would never readily admit to it. I thought I was in love but seeing now how easily I have walked away from it makes me realise that I truly wasn’t. It is all but impossible for me to determine whether it was the idea of love that I loved or if it was the person providing this possibility; that ‘someone to love’ as it were. It really is a rather complicated notion and one that generates more questions than answers for me.” The depth of my own answer had surprised me and I took a few seconds to consider what I had said.

“Actually, on reflection, forget all that. Yes, I believe in love but only in the way as described to me by my mother.”

“Which was?” Her sincerity was almost palpable as she shifted in her seat and crossed her legs underneath herself. Only now did I notice how big these chairs were, or maybe it is how small she is, it was certainly one or the other. Her glass had been abandoned on the table and she rested her head in her hands, supported by her elbows on her knees. It really was quite remarkable how completely at home she was in these stifling surroundings. She seduced me into believing that we were old friends simply discussing life; thus providing a comfort and confidence to speak my heart and mind without fear of judgment or ridicule.

It was a beautiful feeling.

“Love is when you can look into the eyes of another person and only see the reflection of your own soul. I rather like that idea and believe that it will happen for me one day.” In saying this, one of the unruly crowd hanging behind her caught my attention.

“It sounds like you believe in fate. I didn’t think that a man like you would.” She struck me as genuinely surprised.

“Another stereotype perhaps?” I said teasingly, my eyes too slow to catch hers as she looked back into the fire. The moment gone, I continued “I certainly do believe in fate, and why not? If I didn’t, why else would we be having this drink? I had never even heard of this estate until last week and now here I am enjoying myself with, quite literally, the Lady of the manor.”

“So you are enjoying yourself? Good. Me too.” As Penny said this, she settled back into her chair and placed her hands, one over the other, in her lap. She still sat on her legs. It amazes me how she manages to make even this pose seem so effortless yet graceful. I have no idea how she does that.

“So what is next for you, love-wise?”

“Who knows?” Rather than feeling bitter and consumed with hurt and regret, I just feel relieved. Obviously she is intent on using her career to climb the social ladder and that doesn’t really interest me, being honest. I have always been more interested in being ‘content’ rather than ‘happy’. ‘Happiness’ seems to be such a fleeting emotion, whereas ‘contentment’ has a more enduring appeal.” Penny was nodding in agreement at my distinction between these two ideals. “It seems that I had five months to get used to being single but only now it’s official. To be totally honest, I am thinking to join a dating site and see what happens. I am not averse to the idea of giving fate a hand, you know? Although I have absolutely no idea why I am telling you that.” I really didn’t and laughed in embarrassment at the absurdity of my need to admit this to her – a complete stranger.

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REVIEW

Z has been burned, his marriage going down in flames, and he’s not taking it well. This story, told from a guy’s POV, is a primer on modern relationships/sexuality told by a fellow who cannot buy a clue. Z fancies himself a player, a modern man who knows and understands the rules, right up until the inexplicable happens and those rules change. And not in his favor.

When Z seeks solace in some “me time”, he’s saddled with a fellow traveler he can’t say no to, and finds an unexpected friendship with Penny, the Lady of the Manor. She’s an excellent listener, and better yet, she challenges Z to rethink everything he knows about love and the stereotypes he’d fallen into believing as true. She also encourages Z to take chances with online dating sites: no commitment, no pesky rules, an all-you-can-f— buffet of amazing choices.

And here is where Z and his “encounters” take a turn into laugh-out-loud, blush-worthy territory. Z isn’t a young buck, he’s got some age and mileage on him, but that doesn’t keep him from pursuing his ultimate goal of turning those new rules to his favor. To say it doesn’t go as planned is an understatement.

Greater Expectations is intelligent, witty and outrageous. At times it dives into a wee bit of preachiness amidst the musings on the nature of relationships and the Venus/Mars dichotomy, but overall it’s a refreshing look at male coping mechanisms from the perspective of someone who most times can’t see the forest for the trees.

I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard or enjoyed a book more. Full Marks and an extra quiver of arrows for a beleaguered Cupid.

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AUTHOR BIO

After graduating with a couple of useless degrees in law, I left my Scottish homeland and wandered nomadically around the globe to experience the rich diversity of culture that the world has to offer.

On my travels, I met my Canadian wife in New Zealand, we were married in Scotland and now live in Canada with our newborn son. Although we currently call Toronto home, this is not yet a permanent arrangement and, rather alarmingly, we are perfectly happy about that…

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About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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2 Responses to Greater Expectations (Alexander McCabe) Book Tour #Excerpt #Review

  1. Thank you so much for the excellent review! I am genuinely delighted that you enjoyed my book and that it made you laugh.

    Have a *GREAT* day knowing that you have made mine 🙂

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  2. Victoria Zumbrum says:

    Thank you for the wonderful review and for participating in the Tour. Victoria at My Family’s Heart

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