Monday, August 20, 2018

Book Blitz and Giveaway: Mute & Haze Box Set by Christine Bernard


Mute & Haze Box Set
Christine Bernard
Publication date: July 20th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary

This box set includes Mute and Haze
Mute – Book one: 
Can you get by for an hour without talking? A day even? What about a month? Or nine?

Rebecca Marley sets herself a nine-month challenge with only one rule: She isn’t allowed to communicate with anyone. She is to become mute. How hard could it be? Yet, what starts as a challenge, soon becomes a journey of self-discovery as Rebecca has only herself for company. Will this time be the peaceful respite she so desperately seeks? Or will she confront aspects of herself that a noisy world hides so well?

Faced with love and heartache, she soon learns to find solace in silence. 
Haze – Book two: 
Not all problems can be solved with a mute button. 
Everyone knows Rebecca Marley. She’s the crazy, brave and introspective woman who spent nine months without talking. Everyone loves her. She’s raw, honest and relatable. She’s also rich and famous, although I’m sure you knew that already. You’ve probably read her articles, or her book, or seen one of her many interviews. She’s also socially anxious, self-conscious and self-degrading, but she tries to keep that to herself. Her once-silent world has changed, and the noise has engulfed her. It’s also about to get noisier, as Rebecca agrees to a new challenge, perhaps even crazier than before. This story picks up from Mute, and follows Rebecca on a new journey, one which we all face today. It begs the question, ‘how do we find quiet in a deafening world?’
Excerpt from Mute
“Drivel.” Balderdash, hogwash, gibberish.

“What?”

I blinked. I was talking out loud again. I smiled politely at the woman next to me, and shook my head. I had spent nine months not talking to anyone but my cat, and while it had already been a year since the end of my project, I sometimes forgot I wasn’t doing it anymore. Back then, the simple sound of my own voice would comfort me. I gazed around the room, taking in the scene. I was one of the only people by myself, other than a scattering of individuals all on their phones or laptops. Did that count as being alone? I glanced down at my own laptop and, spurred by guilt, closed it. I tried to hone in on some of the conversations, but nothing seemed important. Nearby, two women were complaining about their husbands. “Every time he goes to work I feel a sense of relief. Of course I love him, I just don’t always like him.” The friend cackled in agreement, while I tried not to groan out loud. It wasn’t just the chatter that filled the space. Noise pollution, they called it. A phone buzzed, a cup clinked against a plate, a coffee machine whirred, and if people weren’t talking, they were chewing. Wet lips opening and closing, tongues darting. Gnawing, chopping, sucking, slurping. It was a wonder I ever went out, even the word ‘chew’ bothered me. The people moved, the place hummed.
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Excerpt from Haze
The balcony was huge. Close it up and it could easily serve as another bedroom. There was no specific style to the way I’d decorated it, and this reflected my personality more than I realized. I was not cut from the same cloth as everyone else, and just because I liked one thing didn’t mean you could easily determine who I was. I abhorred Valentine’s Day, but loved Christmas. I did not need material goods to make me happy, but I spent hours searching for the perfect gift for someone. I was messy in my appearance (not that you would notice anymore) but meticulous with my words. I was a product of my past and my desires, and a mishmash of characteristics. My balcony was a little like that. It was part Zen, with hanging plants lining the side wall, part cheerful, with a bright yellow sofa with kaleidoscopic cushions, part chaotic, with a few trinkets I’d collected over the years displayed in various areas. The more I examined it, the more styles I attributed to it. Depending on where you settled your gaze it became rustic, Italian, minimalistic, crazy, even romantic. It was surprisingly uncluttered though, probably due to the size and the amount of breathing space I’d left between items. It wasn’t for everyone, but that didn’t matter. It was mine. And, until now, I realized I didn’t spend nearly as much time out here as I should. A small yellow duck caught my eye, a gift from Bubbles, who had once figured I always gave her bubble-related gifts because I was obsessed with bathing. I had stuck it on the railing, not so it could look out, but to make people laugh if they ever happened to look up. I had named him, ‘The duck that stuck’. This happiness thing wasn’t so bad after all.


Author Bio:

Christine Bernard is a South African author, with an obsession for good coffee (or wine), books and guinea pigs. She's also a graphic and layout designer who illustrates on the side, but she's happiest when writing. She enjoys writing mystery/suspense and contemporary fiction. 
If you want to know when Christine's next book will come out, please visit her website and sign up to her newsletter. 
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8 comments:

  1. I love the covers, they are so original and eye catching!

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  2. Sounds like a great book! Best wishes on your tour.

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  3. Sounds like a great read! I added it to my TBR :-)

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  4. A mute button wouldn't hurt some of us for the next few years.

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  5. I like the fun covers, thanks for the chance.

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  6. Thanks for the great giveaway!
    The book looks like an amazing read!

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