I’m absolutely delighted to reveal the new cover for my cosy crime murder mystery, Murder at the Mill.
The Agatha Christie era cover was designed by the fabulous Nikki East of Spellbound Books Ltd who will be publishing the novel on July 7th.








I’m absolutely delighted to reveal the new cover for my cosy crime murder mystery, Murder at the Mill.
The Agatha Christie era cover was designed by the fabulous Nikki East of Spellbound Books Ltd who will be publishing the novel on July 7th.
I have just typed The End on the second of the new Tracy’s Hot Mail novellas. This one is called Tracy’s Twenties Hot Mail and the story, as the title hints, takes Tracy from her wild teens and into (as she sees it) a more mature and sophisticated era. As the panto line goes, Oh No It Doesn’t.
The first of the novellas has yet to be given its final title. At the moment it has a working title of Tracy’s Hot Mail, The Missing Years. The book takes a look at Tracy’s life and what happened to her after the final chapter of Tracy’s Celebrity Hot Mail which was published in 2016.
Both books will be published by Spellbound Books Ltd at a date yet to be announced.
My new Book Review and Author Interview Blog opened today featuring reviews of books by Joy Wood and Shani Struthers. You can find it here.
https://blog.trevorbelshaw.com
An Interview with Tracy, conducted byย y fab editor Maureen Vincent-Northam
Never one to pass up on an exclusive (nor Thorntonโs Continental chocs for that matter, but thatโs another story) Maureen Vincent-Northam was delighted to be asked to dig deep into Tracyโs sack of fan mail for Writelinkers. Disregarding the less genteel communications (toad in the hole will never seem the same) Maureen has chosen letters from typical Tracy fans and the star herself tells her many, and varied, admirers what they really want to know.
Tracy is a rarity in this day and age: a young woman whose underwear is not always in free-fall. The woman whose Hotmail exchanges with best friend Emma is about to take the literary world by storm is driven by the same modest ambitions all young women have: fame, fortune and an alphamale celeb hanging onto her arm.
Chelsea Trumper, Broadbottom, Cheshire
Tracy: Hello Chelsea. Is your Dad one of those annoying people like David Beckham who name their kids after places theyโve visited?ย Itโs a good job little Brooklyn wasnโt conceived in Peckham isnโt it?
Are we talking hair, clothes, or everything?
I think Janet Street Porterโs teeth could do with a serious file down. If I was her, Iโd have them pulled and get a nice, new, even set of dentures put in. She could sell her real teeth to ivory poachers. That might save an elephantโs life and not only would she look better, sheโd have something to feel good about.
Jennifer Saunders really should do something about that arse and Brad Pitt looks like heโs been dragged through a dozen hedges, backwards. I wouldnโt mind having the job of tidying him up though.
Ron Lovall, Herts
Tracy: Hi, Ron. Unlucky? I think Iโve been incredibly lucky. Iโve managed to get rid of the useless swine without too much trouble. Some women get stuck with a bloke for life. Imagine what Simon will be like in a few years time? Heโs already porn obsessed. By the time heโs twenty five heโll be sneaking around in the fog wearing nothing but a dirty old mac and a pair of trainers. I reckon I had a lucky escape there.
As for Tim, I think I was lucky there too. He wants to be a farmer. That would mean me being a farmerโs wife. Sod that for a lark. I really canโt see me in wellies and a smock can you? Some people are meant to wake up at the crack of dawn to the smell of cow shit, and some arenโt. Iโm definitely in the second category. I would look ridiculous trying to dodge the cowpats in my fake Lanvin sandals, and the closest I ever want to come to a pig, is when itโs been sliced and fried and lying in a roll with some brown sauce.
Tiffany Pratt, Isle of Dogs
Tracy: Hi Tiffany. I think Iโm too young for Wayne and Iโm not on the game so he wouldnโt be interested in me. I did go out with a footballer once, but he only played for the local pub team and I only went out with him because I wanted to prove a point to the Ginger minger he was seeing at the time.
Dad says I should become a WAG, but Gran says thereโs a reason they call them that. Theyโre all dogs.
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Tracy: Is that you Prince William? Nice to hear from you again. Howโs the chopper? Still getting it up, I hope.
Hmm, tough question. I suppose if I had to choose Iโd go for mega famous as I could always drop in on a celebrity mate if I had no money and I needed somewhere to crash for the night. Not that there would be many nights like that. Most celebs seem to cop-off with someone after theyโve been to one of those glitzy parties and I donโt think I would be any different. Anyway, if I was mega famous and skint, I could always go to a party wearing something a bit naughty and get interviewed by the News of the World for a few quid.
Mega famous people probably get lots of free stuff when they open things, so Iโd make sure I opened lots of supermarkets…and shoe shops of course. Stinking rich people tend to want to keep it all to themselves. That would rule Olivia out; she canโt keep anything to herself, especially her bed.
Precious Little, Watchet, Somerset
Tracy: Hi, Precious. Iโd probably miss daydreaming about going on Celebrities on Ice in the Jungle.
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Poppy Belcher, Diss, Norfolk
Tracy: Hello, We used to have a dog called Poppy but we got rid of her because she farted all the time and Dad was sick of getting the blame.
I donโt spend much time in front of the mirror because my housemate, Kiwi, will almost certainly be using it every time I want it. Iโm lucky in that I can get away without having to do too much. Kiwi spends hours tarting herself up, and she still ends up looking like sheโs let her seven year old sister do her face for her.
My best tip would be to buy the best make up you can afford. Donโt go for that crappy stuff they sell on the market, most of it doubles up as paint stripper. If you canโt afford good stuff, get some new friends who can. Girls are always on the lookout for ugly friends, as they make them look better on a night out. Theyโll almost certainly let you use their make up if it means theyโll stand out in a crowd of munters.
Spotty Irene doesnโt look too good at times because of the terrible acne she suffers from. It doesnโt stop her trying to do something about it though. She once went to a fancy dress party, with a brown paper bag on her head. She told them sheโd come as shopping.
There are a few ways of hiding your hideousness. You could be mysterious and wear a dark veil, but then people might just think you like going to funerals.
If youโre really ugly and desperate for a bloke, my tip would be to find one who wears specs like the bottom of beer glasses. If their eyes are that bad they probably still wonโt be able to see out of them properly. Of course you could just do what Olivia does, let blokes know youโre available, that always works after theyโve had ten pints.
Scarlet Shufflebottom, Hollywood, Birmingham
Tracy: It would have to be Lady Gaga or someone classy like that.
Tarquin DeVere, Odness, Orkney Islands
Tracy: Hmm, you ought to know, Tarquin. It was you that opened it up in front of everyone at that studentโs party. Playing mousy on a string with a Tampax wasnโt, isnโt, and never will be, funny.
For anyone who doesnโt know though, apart from the usual girly things like panty liners, a sanitary towel and a spare pair of knickers, I have a my phone, ipod, lip gloss, mascara, compact, needle and thread, a condom, hair scrunch, brush, comb, purse, bus pass, pen, notepad, tissues, mints, tube of superglue, attack alarm and mace spray.
Billy Lillycrap, Quidhampton, Hampshire
Tracy: My TV. I couldnโt live without Strictly and X Factor. If Iโm allowed more Iโd have to say my laptop and my fake Gucci bag…Oh and my signed photo of Beckham in his Speedos.
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Moonchild, a field in Glastonburyย
Tracy: Youโd have to ask my flatmate, Kiwi that, sheโs the hippy, and sheโs named after a fruit.
Prof. Mycroft Nutt, Lower Piddle on the March, Glos.
Tracy: Do you get the X Factor in the Vernuvian Quadrant?
Napoleon Bonaparte, Crackpot, North Yorkshire
Tracy: I sometimes have strange dreams about snakes, so Cleopatra probably.
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