I recently published a blog post about how my travel adventures affect my writing. Buried in the middle was a throwaway line about winning a radio show competition and jetting off to Tahiti for six days with my ‘perfect match’ and who also happened to be a total stranger named William.
It was the Kiwi version of an Australian TV show called Perfect Match, and let me tell you, it put the ‘blind’ in blind date! The response has been overwhelming. Readers wanted the full story. How does someone win a free trip to Tahiti? What kind of radio contest was this? And French spies?
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