Choc Lit Easter Bunny Blog Tour – Kate Johnson Run Rabbit Run

I am excited and honoured to be the first blog tour stop for Kate Johnson’s Run Rabbit Run published by Choc Lit in paperback on 7th April 2012.

Today, Kate is sharing with readers information about the title of the fifth novel in her Sophie Green’s mysteries… also, Choc Lit are generously offering a giveaway of a 200g Lindt Chocolate Bunny (yum, yum).  Before that though, here’s the synopsis of Run Rabbit Run.

Sophie’s in trouble. Must be Tuesday. 

Sophie Green’s an ex-spy, or trying to be. You wouldn’t believe the trouble she’s in. An MI5 officer has been shot with her gun, her fingerprints all over his office. And no, she didn’t kill him. 

But she has gone on the run. 

Now Sophie’s desperately seeking whoever’s trying to frame and kill her. She’s being forced to work with the least trustworthy man in Europe, MI5 is following her every move, and she’s had to leave the tall, blond, god of a man she loves behind. 

Luke Sharpe works for MI6. Or did, until his girlfriend became a murder suspect. 

Doing nothing wasn’t an option, so he started investigating. Who cares if it is means jeopardising his career? Sophie’s everything he used to say he never wanted. Young, irresponsible, bright and mad. Now she’s just everything – and she has to live. 

She will live, won’t she?

Run Rabbit Run, or What’s up with that crazy title?

It didn’t occur to me until two people asked, unprompted, within about five minutes of each other, that the title of Run Rabbit Run might be a bit of a puzzler. Is it, er, about rabbits?

No (and no, for those of you just starting to grin nervously and direct me to the appropriate page of the Ann Summers site), there aren’t any rabbits in it. There’s a cat, and a dippy dog, and I recall there may even be a bull towards the end, but no rabbits of any variety. I’ll let you into a secret: there aren’t any tinkers, tailors or soldiers in Gary Oldman’s film, either.

The title comes from a song which you might remember from the nursery, or from Dad’s Army (the original version can be found on the BBC website). In my book, it’s a line towards the end of the story, but also from the general theme of being on the run. Right from page one my heroine, Sophie, is running away: from accusations of murder, from MI5, and from the real killer. I also reckon she’s got a few personal issues she’s running away with, but we’re getting all metaphorical here, and I wanted to save that for the rabbit bit.

Ah, but didn’t I say there were no rabbits? Only literally. Have you ever been driving along in the dark and a rabbit scampers out in front of the car? And before you can react, the rabbit freezes in the rapidly approaching beam of your headlights, ears quivering with momentum and fear. And you think, “Come on, you stupid bunny, why did you stop? You’d be out of my way by now, you’re going to get hit no matter what I do!” And you put your foot down on the brake, but you’re wincing already as you anticipate the horrible bump and crunch of the rabbit under your wheels. And then, quick as a flash, the rabbit unfreezes, and runs on, and you drive away, relieved and a bit annoyed at bunny stupidity.

That rabbit moment there, the absolute terror that freezes every muscle and puts you on hold, despite knowing you need to run, to fight or flight, that freezing might get you killed but you just can’t seem to move—that’s the edge of sensation where Sophie spends most of the book. One moment of indescision, one second of waiting too long, and her very survival hangs on a knife edge. Run, Sophie.

Bang bang bang bang, goes the farmer’s gun; so run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.

(If you can’t wait for the paperback to be released, you can download the Kindle edition from Amazon today for £1.99)

Kate Johnson lives behind a keyboard in Essex and belongs to a small pride of cats. She likes wine, shoes and dying her hair, and can be found online most days talking about these things, or about how much she fancies Richard Armitage. Her first book with Choc Lit, The Untied Kingdom, is shortlisted for the Contemporary Romantic Novel of the Year 2012. You can find Kate online and on Twitter.

We’ve got a Lindt chocolate bunny to give away as part of the Easter Bunny Blog Tour, so if you want to win it, just answer me this one, slightly tenuously related question:

In which Florence + the Machine song does Florence compare herself to a rabbit frozen in the headlights?

(Yes. I told you it was tenuous.)

Please leave your answers in the comments and Kate will pick a winner.  The giveaway closes midnight GMT 11th March 2012.  Good luck!

Please take time to visit Kate on her tour stops.  All participants are below.

Monday 5th March Sharon Goodwin Jera’s Jamboree
Monday 12th March Kath Eastman The Nutpress
Monday 19th March Catherine Miller Katy Little Lady
Monday 26th March Tara Chevrestt Book Babe
Monday 2nd April Lucie Wheeler Lucie Wheeler
Friday 6th April Carol Kinsey Dizzy C’s Little Book Blog
Saturday 7th April Author’s Blog Choc Lit website


7 thoughts on “Choc Lit Easter Bunny Blog Tour – Kate Johnson Run Rabbit Run

  1. What Kim said. Lol! But please don’t enter me in the competition as I already have a copy of Kate’s book. I do like the sound of Sophie being on the edge through most of the book in her “rabbit moments” – like the book is going to be packed full of adrenaline-fuelled situations and a case of extreme reading and I love those kinds of books.

  2. I think it was Rabbit Heart (Raise it up) Good luck everyone sounds a great book would love to win it.

  3. Pingback: Jera’s Jamboree reviews: Run Rabbit Run by Kate Johnson | Jera's Jamboree

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