This month I’m taking part in the fun Mega Author Blog Hop Tour. All authors participating have got some fantabulous prizes up for grabs, so let’s get the rules out of the way and then we chillax, have fun, and get started!


TOUR RULES:
 
1)  HAVE FUN!!!
 
2)  INVITE ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!!
 
3)  THIS TOUR STARTS:  Monday, July 18, at Midnight (Arizona Time)
      THIS TOUR ENDS: Monday, July 25, at Midnight (Arizona Time)
      Winners will be drawn and posted July 26th!  
 
4)  MEET AND MINGLE WITH ALL THE AUTHORS! EXPERIENCE A NEW PARTY DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY BLOG CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!!
 
5)  PARTICIPATION AT ALL BLOGS IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. REMEMBER, THE MORE BLOGS YOU HOP, THE BETTER YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING PRIZES. EVERY AUTHOR IS WAITING TO MEET AND INTERACT WITH YOU, SO PLEASE BE SURE TO SHOW EVERY AUTHOR SOME LOVE!
 
6)  DID I MENTION TO HAVE FUN?  WHOO! HOO!! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO!
 
Authors have full discretion to choose an alternate winner in the event any winner fails to claim their prize(s) within 72 hours of their name being posted or after notification of  win, whichever comes first. Anyone who participates in this blog hop tour is subject to these rules.


The theme this month is Treasure Quest, which actually ties in really well with my chick lit romantic comedy-mystery, My Perfect Wedding…


 


About My Perfect Wedding

Helen Grey is finally getting everything she wants. She's about to have the perfect dream wedding and begin an exciting new life abroad on the sunny Mediterranean island of Cyprus. But living the dream isn't all it's cracked up to be. 

After a mix-up at the airport, Helen finds herself drawn into the midst of an elaborate plot to steal an ancient statue and assassinate a local businessman. And as if that wasn't bad enough, her wedding dress is AWOL, the statue seems to be cursed, and Helen is wanted by the police.

With the big day rapidly approaching, a roller-coaster of mishaps, misunderstandings, and disasters threatens to turn the newlyweds into nearlyweds. 

Can Helen prevent an assassination, save the statue, and have the perfect wedding? Or will the day to remember turn into one she'd rather forget? 

Excerpt

A bottle of wine later – I’d worked out how to manoeuvre the straw through the eye hole in the burka to my mouth without giving myself an eye-ectomy; difficult, but not impossible – I was feeling slightly tipsy. 
Kalem was flicking lazily through the in-flight magazine when he suddenly sucked in a breath.
‘What?’ I asked, gazing over his shoulder.
He pointed to an article. It showed a big, posh hotel with lots of flamboyant purple and silver furnishings. Next to it was a picture of a middle-aged, dark-skinned man about fifty years old, wearing a friendly grin, and a picture of what looked like an old Egyptian sculpture of a queen’s head and shoulders. The Queen had oval eyes, a beaky nose, and a double chin. It looked like she had a bit of a moustache, as well. Maybe they weren’t into waxing in those days. On the side of the bust, a small picture of a regal looking cat had been carved.
‘That’s an Ancient Egyptian sculpture of Cleopatra made of solid gold.’ Kalem’s voice rose with excitement. ‘It’s the only one that was ever discovered in Cyprus. Wow, I can’t believe it. Listen to this: “The plush, seven-star Plaza Hotel will be hosting its extravaganza opening night on Friday.”’
‘Hey, that’s two days before our wedding day!’ I butted in.
He carried on reading aloud. ‘“The multi-million pound, five-hundred roomed hotel includes a luxurious spa, a casino, and even a port for hotel guests to moor their yachts. The hotel will host a special opening concert, featuring international award-winning superstar singer Jayde, and the famous Queen Cleopatra sculpture will form part of an exclusive art exhibition on display for the occasion. The priceless sculpture is thought to be the only one in existence that was commissioned to celebrate Cleopatra’s wedding to Mark Antony in 37 BC.”’
‘Ooh, maybe it’s a sign that we’re going to have a fabtastic wedding day.’ I leaned forward to examine the picture of the sculpture more closely.
Kalem carried on. ‘“Turkish Cypriot entrepreneur, Ibrahim Kaya, is the brains behind the Plaza Hotel. Kaya, best known for his international chain of twenty successful hotels and his property development businesses, also has international export companies that specialize in meat, fruit, and clothing. His rags-to-riches lifestyle has prompted many accusations of ruthless business practices and allegations of underworld connections, but Kaya maintains that he is a professional entrepreneur. Kaya is a self-confessed fitness fanatic who follows a strict diet and daily exercise regime. He credits his healthy mind and body with his business success and believes the disciplines of physical training prepared him for the business world. Known for his love of art, Kaya has one of the biggest private collections in the world. The Cleopatra statue was originally discovered by Kaya’s father, a renowned archaeologist, during an excavation at the ancient Greek city of Salamis, Cyprus, in 1952. The statue will be revealed in public for the first time to an audience of carefully selected politicians, stars, and high-rollers before the concerts begins.”’
‘What was Cleopatra doing in Cyprus?’ I asked.
‘Mark Antony gave the rule of Cyprus over to Cleopatra after their wedding. Then after that you had the Romans, the Byzantines, the Ottomans. Even the Knights Templar controlled Cyprus at one point.’ He carried on staring at the statue in awe. ‘I can’t believe this.’ He shook his head softly to himself. ‘I did my thesis on this sculpture for my art degree. I’ve actually used it as one of the main examples in my Egyptology sculpture course. I always wanted to see it in real life.’ He had a wistful look on his face. 
‘Why is there a cat on it?’
‘Well, cats were supposed to be lucky in Egyptian society.’ Kalem went back to the article, his eyes nearly popping out, like he couldn’t bear to turn his head away from the picture of the sculpture. ‘Wow! This is fascinating.’ He looked like he’d gone into a trance. 
Maybe the sculpture had one of those funny curses that I’d heard about before, where if you stared at it for too long, it made your brain explode or something. Yes, I’m sure I’d read about other weird curses where people had uncovered ancient Egyptian artefacts, and they’d all ended up dead. 
Agh! Don’t look at the picture. Don’t look at the picture! I pulled the magazine away, just to be on the safe side.
‘Hey, what are you doing?’
‘Well, you’re acting all funny.’
‘No, I’m not.’ He grabbed the magazine back. 
Don’t look at the picture!
‘It might have a curse,’ I said. ‘I don’t want a curse. I have enough weird things happen to me as it is without having a curse on top of it.’
Kalem laughed. ‘It’s not cursed! I really have to see this up close. It’s such a rare piece. You know, this sculpture is probably worth around five million pounds. Amazing, huh?’
I could think of better things to spend five million on, like a luxury yacht or a hundred bedroomed mansion in the Bahamas, but there you go.
I snatched the magazine back off him and thrust my OK! Magazine in his hand instead. 
‘There, read about Angelina and Brad’s love life instead of cursed sculptures.’
Kalem stared into space, all glassy-eyed. ‘Mmm, five-million. What would you do with five-million pounds?’
He was definitely going a bit funny. Kalem liked the simple things in life. He had a battered old Land Rover and a habit of wearing clothes until they had more holes than a bumper pack of donuts. Not that he was stingy or anything. He just wasn’t really into material things. So it was très bizarre now that he kept mumbling on about money.
‘Well, we’re hardly going to get an invite to the opening party, so maybe you should just forget about the statue.’ Yes, forget about it before if fries your brain and jinxes us! I tried to slowly prise the magazine away from his vice-like grip on it as the plane started descending. 

You can find out more about My Perfect Wedding from my book page.

So do you want to win some prizes? I thought so! 

Everyone who answers my questions below will receive an ebook copy of my chick lit short story collection, How to Dump Your Boyfriend in the Men’s Room (and other short stories). Five of the best comments will also receive an ebook copy of My Perfect Wedding. All ebook formats are available. You must leave your email and format choice in your comment: Smashwords coupon/PDF/Kindle. 


 Now, if I was off on a treasure quest to find the Queen Cleopatra statue, I’d want a pretty sexy Indiana Jones with me. 




 But since Indie is kicking on a bit in years now, any of these would be my ideal Indiana Jones…

 
Brad Pitt 

 
 
Jason Statham 



Tamer Hassan 


 

Gerard Butler 


 (In no particular order of size - PICTURES, I mean, before you start thinking naughty thoughts!)


Questions to win:

1) Who would be your ideal Indiana Jones?

2) Which three things would you take with you on your quest to find the statue?

 
 


(And of course, I’d love it if you followed my blog and Facebook page.)

Ooh, I think I need to lie down now. I'm having a hot flush from all these pheromones flying around! So just one more thing before you rush off on your adventure…the next blog in the tour is E.B.Walters who's got some Ancient Mayan surprises for you! Be sure to visit for a chance to win more prizes!

Good luck!

Sibel xx