The Chateau by Karen Aldous

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Can young hearts ease a restless spirit?

On the shores of stunning Lake Geneva, Gina Remy is celebrating her brother’s wedding – when the figure of a woman appears hovering above the water, beckoning to her. Ghostly visitations do not happen to Gina – a self-confessed control freak with her own successful property business, she prides herself on being level-headed. But as she is tormented by dreams and visions, her perfect life begins to unravel, and she knows she needs to help this ghost find peace if she’s to get any of her own!

Enter Ollie Martin, an Anglo-Swiss property developer who’s sexy as hell and knows it. His arrogance annoys Gina, but he’s the only one who will take her seriously… and the closer they come to understanding the quest the ghost has set for them, the closer they get to one another…”

 

The Chateau is a gorgeous read, from the stunning locations to even more delicious Ollie. I loved the supernatural aspect to the story; fate and love will always find each other no matter what the circumstances.

Gina attends her brothers wedding on the shores of lake Geneva, unfortunately she has brought some excess baggage in the form of Max, so to be ex. Ghostly apparitions appear and then she meets the arrogant and mysteries Ollie. Gina and Ollie are like oil and water, but a sensational sexual tension builds passionately.

The Chateau is often witty, with some zany moments, but at its heart, very romantic. Gina is a very strong character who knows exactly what she wants from life and is not prepared to settle for the crumbs she is offered. The mixture of the supernatural visits and Ollie, show her there is more to life and love than she ever expected,

Karen Aldous has a way of bring real life dramas to exotic locations and blends the two beautifully with her message that love doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has be felt- with that, it can defy all the odds. The Chateau is a wonderful read, with plenty of romantic tension and mystery, that I found it hard to put down.

 

Review: An Irish Promise by Isabella Connor

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“A promise is a promise …
Art historian, Rachel Ford has returned to the Irish village of Kilbrook intent on keeping her promise to take revenge on the school bullies who ruined her childhood and destroyed her family.
Australian actor, Finn MacKenzie sets hearts fluttering when he turns up in sleepy Kilbrook to help his aunt with a school production. He seems to have a charmed life, yet his confident façade hides heartbreak and tragedy. Although Finn isn’t looking for love, when he meets the mysterious Rachel, there’s a definite spark between them.
Rachel is torn between her desire for revenge and this new love affair. She doesn’t want to deceive Finn, but can she trust him to keep her real identity a secret? And will he understand why she must keep her promise, no matter the cost? ”

 

“An Irish Promise” is a masterpiece! I thought “Beneath an Irish sky” was fantastic but I was blown away.  There was so much packed into this book, I could not put it down. There was romance, intrigue, mysteries and a few corkers along the way. This novel was heart-warming, tear jearking and very thought-provoking. There are some amazing plot twists that you just wont see coming, so I am limited with what I can say for spoliers but, this book packs a memorable punch.

I fell in love with Finn and Kilbrook and I was despondent for days when the book ended. I was left wanting more, or for it to be a never-ending story. “An Irish promise” was so beautifully written page flew by and totally immersed me into the story- once I started reading, I couldn’t put it down. This is the perfect book for long winters nights to escape into a world of lush greenery and intense drama. If I could give ten stars, I would! This is a series that I will be purchasing in paperback and re-reading often.

Both books are linked by the setting but they are very much stand alone stories and can be read in any order. I can highly recommend them both.

 

 

Sweet Occasions – Linn B Halton + Giveaway

Sweet Occasions – Linn B Halton + Giveaway

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Festival of Romantic Fiction reader’s award for ‘Best Author Published’ nominee, Linn B Halton, is taking her new feel-good romance novel on tour! Sweet Occasions is set to feature on a host of book blogs over the coming days, so why not follow the action and keep up-to-date with the reviews, exclusive guest posts and excerpts, and a giveaway. 

 

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‘Katie’s relationship has had more than its fair share of problems. After a difficult few years things begin to pick up and Katie finally realises her dream of opening up a bakery. Sweet Occasions specialises in novelty and celebration cakes, plus the most inspiring range of cupcakes anyone could possibly ask for!

Utilising her passion and skill helps to inject happiness back into her life, but it’s short-lived as things begin to fall apart. The reality is that you need to run a business with your heart AND your head. Help is at hand in the shape of her partner, Steve. He has the necessary experience, but does Katie want to tie herself to him financially, as well as personally?

Then one rainy, wintry day a bedraggled customer steps inside the door to order a cake …

Sometimes a turning point centres around one single moment in time: sometimes it takes two Christmases and three birthdays.’
Sweet Occasions is a remarkable book. It is beautifully written, with a story line that stays with you even after the book is finished. Kate and Adam’s story is very much based in reality It deals with real life issues and that is what makes this book so heart warming and touching. Finding one’s soul mate if often a fairy tale, but Sweet Occasions highlights that it can be done. It wont be a bolt from the sky, it will be a slow burn with many sacrifices along the way.

When I first started reading this book, I did not know what to expect, by Sweet Occasions exceeded expectations and really exposed a truth and wisdom when it comes to matters of the heart. Of course, it is one of those novels that keep you on the edge and guessing until the end – but the journey is worth it. Sweet Occasions is one of the best novels I have read this year and I will be re-reading it very soon. Five stars are not enough. I highly recommend.

 

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Bristol born Linn B Halton lives in Gloucestershire, in the small village of Lydbrook. It nestles on the edge of the Forest of Dean; she resides there with her adorable husband and cat with attitude – Mr Tiggs!

Whilst Linn love to write romantic novels and there is often a psychic ‘touch’ to her stories. Many of the paranormal events that feature in some of her books are real-life experiences

She is the author of five novels, one true story and three novellas. Linn is signed by HarperImpulse and US publishers Sapphire Star.

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Review: Mexican Kimono by Billie Jones

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About the book

teaser 3Samantha knows what she wants from life – and she’s got it!

1.A loving family. OK, her Mum’s plan to marry her off to the world’s most metrosexual man might not be ideal… but it’s only because she cares!

2.A great job. Or at least: a job that leaves plenty of time to update Twitter and shop for designer bargains online…

3.A credit card, with a very generous limit. So generous that she’s just spent over $10,000 on an antique kimono…

But suddenly Samantha’s charmed life starts to fall apart! From a hair-related fire to losing her job, Sam’s facing bad karma – and it all started when she bought that kimono…

Sure, it’s ridiculous. How could a piece of silk ever bring bad luck? But it can! Because, whether Samantha likes it or not, someone wants to teach her a lesson: it’s what’s inside that counts.

But will Samantha slow down long enough to listen?

 

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Mexican Kimono is a uproarious chic-lit masterpiece. Billie Jones gets it! This novel was sassy, witty and novelized gold dust. I identified so much with Sam from my single days, and I remember feeling exactly the same way- except this time, the happy ending was provided.

Sam is such a complex character, and you can see real development through the book. She became less of a fictionalize character and more of a friend.

Mexican Kimono has to be read! It isn’t just a book- it is an experience!

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About The Author

Billie Jones is a writer from Australia who enjoys imaging herself wrestling

killer crocodiles and swimming with great white sharks. She thinks she may have

to attempt base jumping so she can write about it and Bungee is on the list

too. You can find her either in front of her computer writing about her

fictional adventures or at the beach searching for the next perfect wave.

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5. The Hair Psychologist

I held my breath until I reached the taxi rank. Once I flagged an incoming taxi, I managed to relax and do a big old evil belly laugh. I pictured JJ finishing the bottle of chardonnay, ordering another perhaps even more expensive wine. He’d eat my main meal, then his. Then it would dawn on him. I was not coming back. He would have to leave his fake Prada sunglasses as collateral and make some frantic phone calls for cash to get out of there with any shred of dignity.

The taxi pulled up, and I jumped in without taking any notice of the driver’s details. I was too distracted picturing JJ’s handsome face trying to explain to Alberto why he couldn’t pay. Then, JJ takes Alberto’s soft manicured fingers in his strong warm hand, and convinces him he could pay in other ways. Alberto’s eyes light up and he kisses… eww, hang on. Damn it! That’s not the right fantasy. Bloody cheating bisexual men. It’s rife around here, I’m telling you.

I shook the image from my mind and glanced at the registration of the driver. I began to text it to my mum when a distinctive voice pipes up and says, “So, how was lunch, love?”

You’ve got to be friggin’ kidding me. Beer belly Bob. Of all the luck.

“I was left unsatisfied, if you must know, Bob.”

“Boy trouble, love?”

“You could say that.”

“What’s the trouble? He’s not a vegetarian too, is he?”

“Hmmm, I’m not sure how to answer that, Bob. I’ve heard lesbians described as vegetarians, so does the same apply to straight men that turn gay, then straight, then almost definitely gay again?”

“You’ve got me there, love. I have no idea. So, your boyfriend’s gay?”

“Yes. He’s gay and the only slot he is interested in is the one that swipes my credit card.”

Beer belly Bob looked slightly shocked, but managed to change the subject back to himself, like most good cabbies do. “So, I called my sheil – I mean Val – like I told you I was gonna. I’m all set to take her out to this Indian vego place tonight. I was thinking of buying her some flowers and maybe some chocolates.”

“Great.”

“Yeah. I thought I might get a hotel room, you know, with a spa. Get some of that non-alcoholic champagne she loves.”

Ew. Go away naked mental picture of Bob in the bath.

“Yeah, then I thought I’d surprise her and scatter rose petals all over the bed, you know, all romantic-like.”

“You’re very original, Bob. Did you think of that all by yourself?”

“No, love. I wish. Saw it on a movie.”

I just wanted to get home, but it’s the saint in me, I tell you. I had to, something literally forced me to. “Bob, what are you planning on wearing tonight?”

“Well, my birthday suit eventually,” cue disgusting bawdy laugh.

Another mental picture I’ll need erased by regression therapy.

“To the date, Bob. What are you planning on wearing on your date?”

“Oh, I’ll just chuck a shirt on over this one I think, love. Maybe spray on a bit of Old Spice.”

Aptly named. Old.

“Hmm. I was thinking, Bob, you really need a new look. You look like a truck driver that’s been on the road. For a few months. With sheep. Who have fleas.”

“A new look? Val likes me just as I am.”

“I bet she makes you take a shower before she kisses you. Am I right?”

He narrowed his bloodshot eyes at me.

“I bet she bought you a ‘special’ toothbrush just for her house. Am I right?”

“Well, yeah, but that’s only ‘cause…”

“I bet she came to your house only the once and has never been back. Am I right?”

He hung his head and said, “Yes. You’re right.”

It’s like I have a gift. I had to help him. For the sake of his poor girlfriend.

“Right, Bob. I’m very busy you know. Stop at these shops here. Bring your credit card and let’s go.”

Bob pulled in to a narrow car park and wearily followed me into the shop. He really was very shabbily dressed and I was risking my reputation just by being seen with him. What can I do, though? I’m just a good person. Saint-like.

Bob followed meekly behind me with his head hung as low as his thick neck would allow, like he was trying to hide his face in his chin folds. I filled my arms full of clothes and directed him to the change room. I sat expectantly on a blue and yellow striped chaise lounge. I knew Bob could be transformed from booze hound barfly to, well, one step up from that.

“I’m ready, but I’m not coming out. I look ridiculous,” Bob whispered sharply over the change room door.

“That’s an impossibility. You looked ridiculous before we came in here. Be a man for God’s sake and come out so you can see yourself from every angle.” Big tough men were all the same deep down. Sensitive and scared.

Bob walked out in loose fit denim jeans coupled with a navy blue long sleeved shirt that nipped in slightly at his waist. It had small white pinstripes running down the length of it. He looked like a different person.

“What’s wrong with that? You look great. What size shoe are you?”

“What’s wrong with my thongs?”

“Bob. I’m on a schedule here. Things will move quicker if you just listen.”

The shadow cleared from his eyes. He had no fight left. “Size eleven.”

I walked to the shoe section, which sold genuine leather shoes in every colour imaginable. I picked a black, brown and beige and six pairs of matching socks. He could wear his thongs on Sundays.

“Try these.”

The black boots fit perfectly and again I realised how gifted I was. I had a natural talent for shopping.

Bob stood in front of the mirrors and eyed himself cautiously. “I like it, but it doesn’t feel like me any more.”

“Will you miss the grubby old polo, Bob? Now try on the rest of the clothes. We’re running out of time.” I shooed him back into the plush-purple carpeted change room and decided I’d call Kylie even though she was a no good, gossiping liar, to see if she could fit Bob in for a mercy cut.

“What now?”

I decided to ignore her curtness and get straight to the point. “I have an emergency client for you. He has a date tonight and he can’t possibly go looking like the Bee Gees. The dead ones. Bad hair coupled with pallid and pasty skin, it’s not nice to look at.”

“What? Who is he?”

“Bob. A taxi driver I met today. Can you meet at my place?”

“You want me to cut the hair of some random taxi driver you met today and you’re taking him to your house?”

“God, when you say it like that it sounds creepy! Good point, though. Let’s meet at your house in half an hour.”

“No, I’ll meet at yours. He’ll be the last client anyway.”

“Ok, if I’m not there on time just make yourself comfortab …”

“Samantha, this is not a social experiment, just friggin’ get there on time!” And with that, she hung up on me for the third time that day.

I glanced over at Bob, who was still looking at himself sceptically in the full-length mirror. “C’mon, Bob, we’ve got another appointment. Grab the clothes and pay. I’ll meet you in the cab.”

Five minutes later, Bob returned to the car. His face was devoid of all colour and his eyes seemed vacant, dead almost.

“Bob, what happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He glared at me and said, “Are you on commission for that shop? Jesus, that little bundle of clothes just cost me two months wages!”

“God, is that all? I thought something serious had happened! Let’s go, my friend Kylie is going to try and do something with that hair of yours.” He looked at me and went to speak, but thought better of it.

During the elevator ride up to my floor, I explained to Bob how many CCTV cameras he’d been seen on today with me just in case he was some kind of homicidal maniac. He looked at me blankly and said something totally nonsensical: “I think I’d be let off once a jury of my peers met you.”

As if. I pictured myself flouncing around a court room, yelling, “Objection!” I’d wear those thick black spectacles so people would notice my intelligence and not just my looks. Then I’d wink at the cute juror, the one that looked like Keith Urban, but with shorter hair. Why oh why did he have to be married to Nicole?

I opened the front door of the unit and walked smack bang into hundreds of tiny little mirrors hanging from the ceiling on thick silver wire.

“What the hell?” I said, as I tried to untangle myself from their tentacle-like clutches.

The house smelt like coconut. Hmm. I walked over to where my hall table usually sat, to find a row of three pot plants with round leaves. Hmm. There was some kind of waterfall music playing – the kind that stresses you out because you know it’s meant to calm you and the more you think about being calm the more stressed out you get.

I walked to the kitchenette and snatched up a hastily written letter.

“Darling,

I feng shui-ed for you. The mirrors should turn your fortunes around. Your front door faces your back door and your money walks in and right out again. Don’t forget to water the plants. It’s bad feng shui to kill a living thing. (You might want to consider this when you’re eating meat. Cows have feelings too, you know.) I’ve taken the liberty of moving your furniture around so you have good Chi. Please, please get rid of that dress! Heed my…

I screwed up the letter and boiled quietly on the inside. Crazy woman! I made a mental note to get my locks changed. My Mum was obviously practising some kind of occult ritual on me, her innocent daughter and guinea pig, so she could perfect her craft and charge unsuspecting customers. She was a crook, a charlatan, a swindler even.

Kylie knocked on the door and let herself in. “So, where is he?” she said as she walked into the mirrors and was momentarily blinded by the swirling prisms of light. “Whoa, your Mum’s been here, I take it.”

“You’re late!” I screamed at her, maybe somewhat unwarrantedly (that goddamn waterfall music had me on edge), “Can you start on Bob here, so I can finally relax? It’s been a hell of a day.”

“OK, OK. Don’t get your knickers in a knot. Geez, I’ve come all the way over here for the second time in two days!”

“What do you mean ‘all the way over here’? You live next door!”

“So?”

“So? So, next door isn’t even two metres away!”

“So?” Kylie kept going, she couldn’t let me get the last word in. “I could be relaxing too, you know!’

“Fine, fine. Can you just get started then?”

Kylie huffed and puffed like she was the big bad wolf while she unpacked her tools. Bob was busy trying to look inconspicuous.

“Hi, Bob, I’m Kylie. Have a seat for me here, will you?” she said, pointing to a dining room chair.

“Hi, love. I just need a small trim, I think.”

Kylie nodded and summoned me. “Sam, what’s the plan for Bob today?”

“Well a metro-sexual style won’t suit will it?” I asked.

“No, he’s definitely not sharp enough for that. What about retro-sexual?”

“It’s gotta be better than bet-tra sexual! Hair style for the chronic gambler!”

Kylie laughed and then remembered the seriousness of the situation and became a little bit emotional.

She held Bob’s hair between her fingers and tutted, “Now, Bob,” she said in a soothing tone, “I can fix this, but we have to get to the source of this flagrant self-abuse. Your hair is a living thing too, you know. Why would you spend years hiding behind dirty unkempt hair, Bob? This is a safe environment, Bob. You can be honest. I won’t judge you.” Bob looked at me like he feared for his life. I guess he’s never had his hair cut by a hair psychologist before.

“Ah, I’ve just been busy. It’s only hair, love.”

Oh, God. Wrong answer. Who says that to someone holding razor sharp scissors?

Kylie sucked in her breath so severely I thought she was going to pass out.

She shook her head and walked away from Bob. “Samantha, I’m going to need a minute here,” and she sat on the lounge with her head between her knees and concentrated on shallow breathing. She muffled through her red cotton skirt. “This is more serious than I thought!”

I walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine, hoping a glass or two each, would help diffuse the situation.

“Glass of vino, anyone?”

Kylie stood up and walked back over to Bob. “I can only have green remember?”

“Well, white wine is made from green grapes.”

Kylie smiled for the first time in a while and said, “Of course, I’ll have a big glass, then. This is going to get worse before it gets better.”

Bob lifted his knees up and hugged them into his body. He started rocking back and forth a little strangely. Kylie whispered to me, “This is all part of the process, don’t let it scare you.”

She put on her serious voice and said, “Bob, was it your Mum? She cheated on your Dad, didn’t she? It made you feel invisible didn’t it?”

Bob ignored her and continued rocking, only adding a small mewing sound like a lost cat.

“Or, was it the kids at school, Bob? You were always picked last for sport weren’t you? You had asthma and couldn’t run fast, could you?”

I must say I was fascinated. I think we were getting somewhere here.

“It was your ex-wife, wasn’t it, Bob? She started buying your clothes from K-Mart and cutting your hair herself, didn’t she? You kept quiet even though you started to resemble Bob Hawke, didn’t you?”

Bob’s eyes widened and his body stiffened. The rocking stopped as suddenly as it started. Kylie nodded to me and said, “It’s OK, Bob. It’s OK. There, there. We can fix this.” Bob started sobbing and cried, “Yes, please, I’ll do anything! I’m so sick of the Bob Hawke jokes. She did it on purpose, you know! She was evil, pure evil!”

“Ok, you’re going to have to commit to a six week treatment plan. Every six weeks you need to see me. Now it’s not going to be cheap. Cheap is what got you into this mess, remember?”

“I can pay!”

“Hallelujah, Bob. I’m going to start cutting now. Try to relax. This is a safe environment. If you need a break, you just let me know, ok?”

“OK,” he sniffed, wiped away his tears and looked suddenly hopeful. I left them to it, it was becoming a little too Tyra Banks for me.

My phone started playing the Jaws theme song.

“Hi, Mother. I noticed you did some redecorating.”

“Darling. You sent me a message about Bob? And I just wanted to say …”

“Oh, it was nothing, just the taxi I was in, for precaution.”

“Right, so … you didn’t actually talk?”

“No, not really,” I could see where this was leading, some kind of new therapy she’s designed targeting taxi drivers. Bloody con woman, she’d rob children if she could get away with it. “So, I noticed you broke into my house, again.”

“Darling, I wouldn’t call it breaking in, I have a key you know, and I’ve been so worried about you. Tell me everything that’s happened since I saw you yesterday!”

“Well, I think you of all people know exactly what’s happened to me since yesterday.”

“Darling, what does that mean?” She used that mawkish mother voice that sounded very innocent, thus implying to me, she was very guilty.

“I think you should use your powers for good not evil, Mum.”

“Darling, are you on that sugar-free diet again? You sound a little on edge.”

I thought about all that had happened. Really, I was some kind of machine to keep going with all I’d been through, who wouldn’t be on edge? I decided to change the subject.

“JJ is back in town. I escaped from a potentially expensive lunch date.”

Mum sighed. “I love JJ, darling. I think you get too caught up in that imagination of yours when you are with him. He loves you. I’ve done his numbers. You two are well suited.”

“Oh, please, Mum! He’s obviously gay!”

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Review: Maximum Exposure – Jenny Harper + Giveaway!

Maximum Exposure – Jenny Harper + Giveaway!

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 Jenny Harper and Accent Press are thrilled to announce the publication of Maximum Exposure, the newest addition to the Heartlands Series. They are celebrating its launch with a blog tour!

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For the duration of the event, Jenny and her contemporary romance novel will be welcomed onto a selection of top book blogs for reviews and the odd guest post + enter the giveaway to bag yourself either an e-copy of Maximum Exposure, a chic daisy photo frame or a cute Daisy teddy.

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‘She’s a professional photographer – but is she ready to expose her heart?

Adorable but scatterbrained newspaper photographer Daisy Irvine becomes the key to the survival of The Hailesbank Herald when her boss drops dead right in front of her. And while big egos and petty jealousies hinder the struggle to save the paper, Daisy starts another campaign – to win back her ex, Jack Hedderwick.

Ben Gillies, returning after a long absence, sees childhood friend Daisy in a whole new light. He’d like to win her love, but discovers that she’s a whole lot better at taking photographs than making decisions, particularly when she’s blinded by the past.

When tragedy strikes Daisy’s family, loyalty drives her home. But it’s time to grow up and Daisy must choose between independence and love.’

 

Maximum exposure was a delight to read. I loved Ben, he is just delicious and wished I had one of him for my own. Daisy is completely charming and I really empathized with her. She is funny, ditzy and  a little bit disorganized.  Trying to win back her ex, Jack, she goes to incredible lengths but fails miserably. It was just not meant to be- but all she every wanted was right in front of her the whole time. Daisy really developed through out the book and you see her progression into maturity; and adult decision-making.

Maximum exposure was the perfect read. It was heart warming, tender and very funny. Beautifully written, with three-dimensional characters – it was a novel I found very hard to put down. I highly recommend.

 

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Jenny Harper lives in Edinburgh. She is the author of four books about Scotland and Scottish culture, a history of childbirth, and The Sleeping Train for young readers. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys walking in the Scottish countryside or anywhere warm, and travelling to Europe, America and India.

 

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1st Prize: An e-copy of Maximum Exposure by Jenny Harper

2nd Prize: A daisy photo frame

3rd Prize: A Daisy Teddy

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Review: Some veil did fall by Kirsty Ferry

untitled (9) Some Veil did fall by Kirsty Ferry

“What if you recalled memories from a life that wasn’t yours, from a life before …?
When Becky steps into Jonathon Nelson’s atmospheric photography studio in Whitby, she is simply a freelance journalist in search of a story. But as soon as she puts on the beautiful Victorian dress and poses for a photograph, she becomes somebody quite different …
From that moment on, Becky is overcome with visions and flashbacks from a life that isn’t her own – some disturbing and filled with fear.
As she and Jon begin to unravel the tragic mystery behind her strange experiences, the natural affinity they have for each other continues to grow and leads them to question … have they met somewhere before? Perhaps not just in this life but in another? ”

Some veil did fall is a wonderful time-slip novel, that is impossible to put down. It is a dual era novel, that blends the Victorian with modern times. Becky, tries on a dress that starts her reincarnation adventure. Helped by her friend Lissy and Jon, they unravel the mystery, with the clues Ella left behind in a writing slope.
At its heart, there is a tender romance between Becky and Jon, although they have known each other since childhood, it isn’t until Becky experiences Ella- that she begins to see Jon in a new light.
Often witty, heart warming and bittersweet, Some veil did fall is a powerfully emotive drama, that is vivid and beautifully written.
I loved the Victorian and pre Raphaelite brotherhood elements and I have very high expectations for the rest of the series.
Perfect for Barbara Erskine fans or any one who enjoys a delightful, insightive novel that will melt your heart. Just brilliant!

 

 

 

 

Review: Fool’s Gold by Zana Bell

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“Love – is it worth its weight in gold?
It’s 1866 and the gold rush is on. Left to fend for herself in the wilds of New Zealand’s west coast, Lady Guinevere Stanhope is determined to do whatever it takes to rescue her ancestral home and restore her father’s good name.
Forced out of his native Ireland, Quinn O’Donnell dreams of striking gold. His fiercely held prejudices make him loath to help any English person, let alone a lady as haughty and obstinate as Guinevere. But when a flash flood hits, Quinn is compelled to rescue her, and their paths become entwined in this uncharted new world.
Though a most inconvenient attraction forms between them, both remain determined to pursue their dreams, whatever the cost.
Will they realise in time that all that glitters is not gold? ”

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Fool’s gold is a compelling novel about the perseverance of the human spirit. The scenery is breath-taking, and Zana Bell’s beautifully written saga, comes alive. Quinn is enchanting and has a bit of Mr. Darcy about him but Guinevere steals the show. At first she comes off as a spoilt rich girl, but when you get to know her more deeply, you find a strong and feisty heroine.

Fool’s gold was a delight to read and I was saddened when I finished. It was a great historical romance that lifted my spirits. I highly recommend.