Blog Tour & Giveaway | Be My Baby by A.L. Michael (@almichael_)

08 December 2016

Today I am taking part in the blog tour for Be My Baby by A. L. Michael.

 Read on to enjoy an excerpt from the book and find out how to enter the giveaway to win a goodie bag full of healthy treats!


Two’s company…

If you asked Mollie whether she struggled as a single mum, she’d have to cover her daughter’s ears before answering. Surrounded by friends, watching Esme grow into the sassiest eleven-year-old in North London, and building her name as TV chef Mollie Makes, Mollie’s never been happier. Well, that’s what she’d tell you. But as her best friends pair off, and Esme starts getting into trouble at school, Mollie wonders whether life would be different – not better…but easier – with a team mate.

Three's a crowd?

But Esme’s dad, Jamie, would be the last man Mollie would team up with. After all, he made it clear eleven years ago that he wasn’t interested in playing the family game. So when he suddenly reappears, Mollie can’t believe her eyes. And soon, she’s got to ask herself the hardest question yet: she knows she can succeed as a single mum. But what if her daughter doesn’t want her to?


‘Happy birthday baby girl!’

Evie lifted Esme up in the air, then cuddled her close, laughing. Mollie grinned, snapping a picture of the two of them.

‘Now get one of me!’ Mollie said, swapping the camera for her baby, dressed in a blue pinafore and white striped t-shirt underneath. Esme’s blonde curls looked like tiny soft corkscrews as she grinned gummily up at her mother.

‘Ooh, good photo!’ Evie smiled, picking up one of the cupcakes and looking around at the room, strewn with wrapping paper and homemade bunting. ‘So, good party? Sorry I had to work, my supervisor’s a twat bag. I said it was my goddaughter’s birthday and he said it was hypocritical of me, as I was clearly an atheist. Pious bastard.’

‘You’ve got to stop working at the call centre,’ Mollie shook her head, rocking Esme against her chest, feeling her chubby little fists grabbing at her hair.

‘And you’ve got to stop working at the bakery. We’ve got to make a break for it, before Esme wastes her life here, like we have,’ Evie threw herself onto the floor and reached out her hands for the baby. Mollie placed her on the floor, and she crawled to Evie, slobbering and grinning.

‘What, shall we do a Ruby and just disappear to London? I’m sure I could raise this one in a crack den, no problem!’ Mollie rolled her eyes, ‘Eat your cake and stop depressing me.’

‘How about we do presents instead?’ Evie grabbed her bag and pulled out some badly wrapped gifts, covered in torn, garish red paper, lots of tape and bows on top. ‘Ez, look!’

She rustled the paper and encouraged the little girl to tear at it, revealing a giant white rabbit fluffy toy, wearing a top hat. Esme dove on it, nuzzling and drooling.

‘I got her some books but I’m not sure she’ll care about that right now,’ Evie added, patting the bag behind her. ‘What did Ruby send her?’

‘Some heart shaped paperclips and a feather boa,’ Mollie grinned, shaking her head and shrugging.

‘They just get more wacky.’

‘Yes they do,’ Mollie agreed. ‘She said she’s playing a dingy nightclub in Camden though, so that’s cool.’

Evie nodded, ‘At least one of us got out.’

‘You’re going back to uni at the end of your reading week, so you can fuck right off.’

Mollie’s voice had an edge to it, even as she smiled, and Evie nodded, understanding how her own desperate need to get back to London, back to university and art and that career she was working towards, well, they were just more things to rub in Mollie’s face.

‘Hey, language Mama Bear – tiny ears!’ Evie clamped her hands over Esme’s ears.

‘She doesn’t know what it means!’ Mollie rolled her eyes, ‘When the time comes, I will be crazy strict about language.’

Evie nodded and they let the silence settle around them for a few moments.

‘Hey, I got you something,’ Evie reached into her back pocket, pulling out a small, soft square parcel.

‘Why do I get presents? It’s Esme’s day!’ Mollie tore into it, finding a simple silver necklace with an anchor hanging from the chain. She smiled at her friend, raising an eyebrow. ‘Why?’ <

‘Because it’s your anniversary of being a mum! And you’re doing an amazing job, and I thought you should know that,’ Evie shrugged.

‘Why an anchor?’

‘Keep you steady, when seas are rough,’ Evie smiled, reaching out to squeeze Mollie’s hand. ‘It won’t always be this way, Molls. Promise.’

‘Yeah, I know,’ Mollie nodded, as she watched her daughter smile and roll around, wondering, as she had for every one of those three hundred and sixty-five days, whether Jamie thought about them.

‘Things will get better,’ Mollie nodded, almost bursting with the effort it took to lie.


The prize is a goodie bag, full of healthy foodie treats inspired by one of the characters in the book! It will include baking goodies and other bits and pieces!

The giveaway is only available to UK residents and runs from the 28th November until the 12th December.

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About the Author:

A.L Michael is a writer and workshop leader from North London. She has a BA in Creative Writing with English Lit, an MA in Creative Entrepreneurship and is starting an MsC in Creative Writing for Therapeutic Purposes. She likes learning and hates essays.

She's a fan of cheap wine, expensive chocolate and still wants to be a secret agent when she grows up, but she'll settle for lying on the page.

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