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Chasing Chris Campbell by Genevieve Gannon ~ Presented by Christine

Please welcome Genevieve Gannon author of Chasing Chris Campbell.

Genevieve will be awarding an eCopy of Chasing Chris Campbell to 3 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour, and choice of 5 digital books from the Impulse line to a randomly drawn host.


Chasing Chris Campbell

by Genevieve Gannon



  1. What or who inspired you to start writing?

Stories were a big part of my life growing up. Mum is an avid reader – our home had entire walls of books – and Dad loved telling bedtime stories. From as far back as I can remember, I loved writing. My first story was published in the school newsletter when I was in Grade 1. That definitely gave me a taste for life as a published writer!

  1. How did you come up with ideas for your books? What expertise did you bring to your writing?

My first book, Husband Hunters, was inspired by an interview I did with a relationship expert on the topic of the men drought. He said that women should be more pragmatic, and less romantic, when it came to looking for a spouse. I thought this was terrible advice, but a great idea for a book. My second novel, Chasing Chris Campbell, was inspired by my travels in Asia. It’s a romantic comedy set against the chaos of being a first-time traveler in Asia.

  1. What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?

I don’t have any hidden or unexpected talents because I only ever wanted to have a career as a writer, so there was never any preparation for anything else. I can write shorthand at 120 words per minute – but that’s really just another form of writing isn’t it?

  1. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

I’m working on another romantic comedy, but I’m also working on some more serious projects. I’d like to tackle something a little more dramatic than my first two books. One idea was inspired by my job as a court reporter. I spend a lot of time in murder trials. I don’t want to say too much yet, but watching a trial unfold has inspired a story I’m working on at the moment. I will say, it’s not a crime book. It’s something else. Stay tuned …

  1. If you could be one of the characters from any of your books, who would it be and why?

One of my characters is a millionaire (Humphrey McRae III from Husband Hunters) so that has obvious attractions. Right now I suppose I’m envious of Violet Mason, the heroine in Chasing Chris Campbell, because she just packs up and heads on a whirlwind tour of Asia. I’d love to do that right now. But she’s very naïve so I’m not sure I’d actually want to be her.

  1. If you were the casting director for the film version of your novel, who would play your leading roles?

I have always thought Saoirse Ronan would be the perfect Violet Mason, and Jai Courtney could play the elusive Chris Campbell she goes chasing after.

For Husband Hunters, a red headed Amy Adams would be Clementine, Cristin Milioti would play Italian Daniella and January Jones would play Annabel.

  1. Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?

I used to. It was very helpful to have readers give “fresh eyes” feedback on a chapter, or book segment. I had to leave my writers group when I moved from Melbourne to Sydney. I was briefly part of another one when I returned to Melbourne but it gradually disbanded. Now I have a lot of Beta readers who give feedback on my drafts. The first writers group was particularly useful, though, because it a wide variety of people who gave a range of opinions. I recommend them to all readers.

  1. What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)
  2. Do you outline your books or just start writing?

I just plunge in! Another thing that I do is write the scenes I want to write then stitch them together later. I would not recommend either of these processes as they are messy and involve a lot of re-writing! It seems to be the only way I can work, though.

  1. Do you have any hobbies and does the knowledge you’ve gained from these carry over into your characters or the plot of your books?

I definitely try to stick to things I know when fleshing out characters, so they sound authentic. Clementine, from Husband Hunters, is a counsellor, so I bought a few psychology text books so that I could breathe some life into her dialogue, particularly when she was talking about her job. I did a few psych units at university so I wasn’t flying completely blind. And with Chasing Chris Campbell, I only took Violet to countries and cities I had visited. I didn’t feel like I’d be able to confidently recreate a streetscape from a place I had never been to.

  1. Do you have an all time favorite book?

This is a common question, and previously I’ve answered Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides and We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. They both remain at the top of my list. But I’ve recently been reading White Teeth by Zadie Smith and have been reminded of what a wonderful story that is. The truth is I think the answer to this question changes depending on my mood.


Violet is saving money: living on rice and beans and denying herself chocolate eclairs all in the name of saving for a home deposit. Once they save enough, she and Michael can buy a house, settle down and live happily ever after. But when Michael does the unthinkable, Violet is forced to rethink her life choices.

A chance encounter with Chris Campbell (first love, boy-next-door, The One That Got Away) spurs her into travelling to exotic locations she never dreamed she’d explore – Hong Kong, Vietnam, Varanasi – on a quest to catch up with Chris and lead a life of adventure. Armed with hand sanitiser and the encouraging texts of her twin sister Cassandra, will Violet find true love before it’s too late? Or will the nerve-wracking experience of travelling send her back to Melbourne in search of safety and stability? Can she work out what she really wants before she is left with nothing?




My heart was galloping as I drove from Mum and Dad’s home in Essendon to the place Michael and I rented. We shared a little terrace in Coburg in Melbourne’s inner north-west with another couple. It had fireplaces and ceiling roses, bad plumbing and dodgy wiring. It was as old as Federation, and every time we got more than a few millilitres of rain the kitchen flooded. The house wasn’t really big enough for four people, but it was nice and cheap. Michael and I saved ten dollars a week each by opting for the smaller of the two bedrooms. Our room didn’t have any windows and shared a wall with the bathroom and its ageing pipes that moaned like a dying donkey every time someone took a shower. But Michael had insisted, because ten dollars a week was more than a grand over two years.

‘There you are,’ he said when I walked in the front door. ‘Did you go all the way to Azerbaijan for those sprats?’

‘I’ve been at Mum’s,’ I said dully.

He kissed my cheek and took the shopping. ‘Dinner’s nearly done.’

We didn’t have a dining table, there was no room. Each night we ate on the couch, balancing our plates on large coffee-table books covered in tea towels.

This is how Michael and I sat on that eve of Christmas Eve – eating bowls of lentils off The History of the World’s Killer Diseases (mine) and Erotic Art through the Ages (our housemate Lydia’s).

‘It’s quite economical, this no-meat thing of yours,’ Michael enthused, scooping some lentils into his mouth.

I murmured in agreement. Even my own sister couldn’t bring herself to eat my vegetarian cooking. It was a weekly custom for her to try and tempt me with some of Mum’s Sunday roast.

‘Are you sure?’ Cass would say, holding a cube of pink, tender meat on the end of her fork out to me.

I’d have to turn my nose away and remind myself of the outbreak of bovine spongiform encephalopathy in Britain that had been one of the reasons I’d taken up vegetarianism. The accounts of the victims of the human strain had been enough to put me off cow for life. Pain. Depression. Certain death. No burger was worth that.

‘You don’t have to worry about organising anything for tomorrow night,’ Michael continued. ‘I thought I’d cook dinner.’ As he spoke he used his knife to divide his lentils and rice into half, then half again and again until he had a series of small, bite-sized spoonfuls.


‘Sure. It’s our anniversary,’ he said through a mouthful. ‘And I feel bad. I know you hate that job. I know you only took it because you wanted to earn more for the house.’

‘That’s not true, I wanted a change.’ I put my lentils and the disease book onto the couch next to me. If I ate one more lentil, one more grain of rice, I would scream.

Michael leaned over and kissed my forehead. ‘I know you hate it,’ he said.

Until recently I had been a research assistant at Victoria University, caring for mice used in the testing of treatments for multiple sclerosis and motor neurone disease. Each day I’d had to remind myself of the lifesaving therapy my boss had already helped develop. Professor Sach’s office wall was a collage of gold plaques, certificates, and smiling children who’d benefited from her work. But I still felt sorry for the test subjects who had to die so we could study them. I always made sure their beds were filled with dry, soft sawdust and that they had fresh water and carrots and lettuce leaves, as well as the pellets. It tore at me when the time came to euthanise them. But I told myself that if I didn’t do it, someone else would, and they may not have been as gentle. It was my job to make their short lives as happy as possible.

My new job involved allergy testing for a cosmetics company called Lustre Labs. I was working on their chemist label, CityPrity; a cut-price brand that tried to market its metallic eye shadows and glittery body creams as the height of metropolitan sophistication. The money was almost double what I was being paid at the university and the hours were steady. Plus they didn’t test on animals. But Michael was right. I hated it.

‘It was my choice,’ I said.

As an insurance salesman, his salary was almost double mine. He picked up my bowl and took it into the kitchen. I could hear him putting my leftovers in Tupperware so I could eat them for lunch the next day. I sighed, wishing I’d bought the éclair and crammed the whole thing into my mouth in the shopping centre car park.

‘Besides,’ he said, standing at the door. ‘I have a surprise for you.’

I looked up sharply. ‘You do?’ The éclair was forgotten.

‘Yeah,’ he smiled at me. ‘It’s a big surprise. I think you’re going to really like it.’

‘What is it?’

‘Uh-uh.’ He waggled a finger at me. ‘All will be revealed tomorrow night.’



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Genevieve Gannon is a Melbourne-based journalist and author. She wrote stories for music and fashion street press magazines while at university before moving to Canberra to do a journalism cadetship.

In 2011 she joined the national news wire, Australian Associated Press, where she covered crime, politics and entertainment. Her work has appeared in most major Australian newspapers including The Age, The Australian and The Daily Telegraph.

She currently lives in Melbourne where she is a court reporter. At night she writes romantic comedies

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Genevieve will be awarding an eCopy of Chasing Chris Campbell to 3 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour, and choice of 5 digital books from the Impulse line to a randomly drawn host.


One comment on “Chasing Chris Campbell by Genevieve Gannon ~ Presented by Christine

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    October 1, 2015

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