Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Extract - Snowflakes on Silver Cove by Holly Martin

It’s already time for my final post of #BookoutureXmas and I’d like to start by saying a massive thank you to Bookouture for giving me the opportunity to take part and for all the fantastic books they’ve sent me to review and provide my honest opinions on. Today I’m here to bring you all a very special extract which Bookouture have very kindly supplied me with and I very much hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I did!

Now, in case you haven’t already guessed following my reviews of Fairytale Beginnings and Christmas at Lilac Cottage, I’m a massive fan of Holly Martin and her books. Therefore I’m very happy and excited to be sharing with you an extract from her second Christmas book of 2015, Snowflakes on Silver Cove, which is due out this week on Friday 30th October. So, without further ado, read the extract below and fall in love with Holly Martin’s wonderful writing.


Chapter 1

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueakBang, SqueakSqueakBang, SqueakSqueakBang, SqueakSqueakBang, SqueakSqueakBang. 
‘Oh!’
SqueakSqueakBang.
‘Oh!’
SqueakSqueakBang.
‘OH!’
SqueakSqueakBang.
‘OH!’ 
SqueakSqueakBang.
‘OH GOD!’ 
BangBang.
‘OH GOD!’ 
BangBangBangBang.
‘OHHHHHH!’
Every morning, without fail, Libby had been woken in the same way.Every morning since three weeks earlier, when the newlyweds, Rosie and Alex, had moved into the flat above her. Then Alex would race out to work, clearly late and with a huge grin on his face.At six Alex would arrive home and two minutes later the same noises would be heard again, occasionally peppered with ‘Harder Alex, harder,’ or ‘Rosie, God I love you.’
Weekends were worse.They’d do it all day. And as today was Sunday Libby was expecting an encore any time soon.
Urgh.Libby decided she hated newlyweds. Only a few more weeks and she would be gone and she wouldn’t have to be woken by the horny alarm clock any more. 
She padded through to the kitchen and switched on the dancing Santa who twisted and jived to some seventies Christmas tune. He made her smile. Her best friend George had given it to her because he didn’t think her tiny tree that sat and twinkled feebly in the corner of her flat was enough in terms of decorations to celebrate Christmas. A singing reindeer, a dancing tree and a serenading snowman had also found their way into her flat in the last few weeks. He had tried to persuade her to take a four-foot-high inflatable musical snow globe the day before, but she drew the line at inflatables. George, it seemed, didn’t have this issue.
As Santa launched into another song, she made two rounds of bacon sandwiches and two mugs of tea.Loading the whole lot onto a tray, she took it over to the table by the lounge window and looked out on the glorious view.
It was that view that had made her move to White Cliff Bay in the first place. She had spent years travelling the world but, although she had sworn she would never stay in the UK again, White Cliff Bay had appealed to her in more ways than any other place had. Today the sea mirrored the first time she had seen it, the weak winter sun glistening on the water in front of her as if jewels were buried beneath the waves. Light snow had fallen overnight, dusting Silver Cove beach with a sprinkling of talcum powder. She leaned her hand on the window and closed her eyes, trying to capture the image in her mind. She would miss this place when she left.
Reluctantly she turned from the view and went to the fridge, reaching for the ketchup. It was obligatory to cover the bacon in a thick layer of it. Then she remembered she had finished the bottle the night before.
Stepping over the newspapers on her front doorstep, she walked across the hallway. Without knocking, she let herself into the flat opposite. She stopped when she walked into the lounge; impossibly it looked even more crammed with Christmas decorations than the last time she had seen it. It wasn’t just the large tree that nearly blocked out the whole window, the room was filled with almost a whole herd of life-size reindeer, a seven-foot inflatable snowman, tinsel, garlands and an army of dancing, singing Christmas characters along with the garish snow globe she had rejected. Christmas music filled the flat as she moved to the festively strewn kitchen and went straight to the fridge to get the ketchup, then followed the sound of music to the bedroom.
There was George Donaldson, topless, dancing round the bedroom with a six-foot inflatable candy cane as his dance partner. She smiled, affection for him filling her heart. He was miles away from the alpha males she wrote about in her books and maybe that’s what she liked about him. There was nothing mean and moody about George Donaldson, he made her laugh a lot. His hair was a messy mop of black curly hair that jiggled as he moved, his body was tanned from days out on the beach. He didn’t have the cut abs and six-packs her heroes always had, but he had a wonderful body with strong arms that gave the best hugs in the world, making her feel safe and adored. She would miss him more than anything once she had gone. She giggled as George took his partner in his arms and moved in to kiss her.
She must have made more noise than she thought, as he abruptly let go of the candy cane, looking guilty and embarrassed. 
‘Libby Joseph! Does a man not have any privacy any more, did you not knock?’
‘Of course not.Now did you want your breakfast or not?’
‘Ah Libby, you will make someone a goodly wife one day.’ He walked past her, planting a big wet kiss on her forehead, grabbed a paper bag by his door and then stopped to scoop up the newspapers on her front doorstep before sitting down at her table, his mug of tea in his hand. 
Libby sat down opposite him, smothering her bacon sandwich in ketchup, and then tucked in.George flicked through the paper for a while before turning his attention to his own breakfast.
‘So,’ he said, through a mouthful of sandwich, ‘newlyweds wake you up again?’
She rolled her eyes and nodded.He smiled sympathetically and turned his attention back to the paper.They sat in silence as they ate.There was no need to make polite conversation; George was her best friend.They could sit like this for hours without feeling the need to force a conversation.Other times they would talk non-stop, only drawing breathto eat some of the delicious food that he cooked for them. And her bacon sandwiches were amazing, if she did say so herself, although it was pretty much the only decent thing she could cook.In the first few weeks of their friendship, she had invited George to take part in several dried-out pasta dishes, numerous cremated roast dinners with unrecognisable meat and, once, some homemade soup that looked and tasted like vomit.After that, they had mutually agreed that he should do most of the cooking.
 She looked across at George and found it hard to believe she had only met him for the first time six months before, the day when she was moving into the tiny block of flats.She had known instantly he was gay.As he came rushing out the flat to help her with her boxes, dressed in a garish pink t-shirt, she had done that thing that all single women do when they meet a nice-looking bloke for the first time.Wedding ring? No. Straight? Definitely not.
And knowing he wasn’t a potential boyfriend and that she didn’t have to try to impress him eased the transition into their friendship very quickly. He was loud, funny, kind and sweet.Over the first few days, as she had got to know him, she became convinced that her suspicions about his sexuality had been right.He had a huge collection of musicals, like Grease, Joseph and The Sound of Music.And instead of a collection of boy movies like Die Hard or Pulp Fiction, he had a vast repertoire of old classics such as Some Like it Hot, Brief Encounter, The Seven Year Itch and Operation Petticoat, dividing his love of Marilyn Monroe and Cary Grant almost equally. His dubious taste in music did nothing to change her mind.
She remembered the conversation they’d had about his sexuality very vividly.They had known each other for about five weeks and had almost been inseparable since she had moved in.Over dinner one night he had quizzed her about past boyfriends. After a thorough grilling she’d turned the tables on him.
‘So are you seeing anyone at the moment?’ she’d asked, biting into the delicious lasagne he had cooked for them.
‘Nah, perpetually single me.’ He’d laughed.
She nodded. ‘I guess it’s tricky though, what with White Cliff Bay being such a tiny town.’
‘Well yes, and most of the residents of White Cliff Bay are over the age of fifty.’ 
‘No, I mean that there isn’t much opportunity to meet the right sort of person round here, you should try Brighton, that’s got a great nightlife.’
He arched an eyebrow. ‘The gay capital of Britain?’
‘Exactly, there aren’t exactly a lot of gay bars round here, I bet there aren’t even any in Apple Hill.’
He had frowned in confusion but she had blindly carried on.
‘Oooh,my cover designer lives in Brighton, he’s gorgeous, hung like a horse apparently, or so says his ex-boyfriend. I could give you his number, get him to take you out to all the best gay clubs, show you a good time.’ She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
George choked on his lasagne and when he didn’t look like stopping, she rushed to get him some water.She returned a few seconds later and passed him the glass.
He had drunk greedily, then put his glass down and eyed her across the table.‘Libby,’ he’d said firmly, ‘I’m not gay.’ 
It had been her turn to choke on the lasagne then. ‘You’re not?’
He shook his head.
‘Oh God, George… I’m… I’m so sorry, I thoughtthe clothes, the musicals, the old films…’
‘Well you thought wrong. Bloody hell, just because a bloke isn’t sitting around scratching his testicles and watching rugby…’ he laughed good naturedly. ‘It’s OK, though. You’re forgiven.’
She shook her head, laughing at her own narrow-mindedness, suddenly the laugh dried in her throat.
‘Oh God,’ she gasped, her hands going to her mouth. ‘You’ve seen me naked.’
He smirked. ‘Yes I have.’
‘But…’ she was aware she was now flapping her hands around, ‘I didn’t even think about walking from the shower to my bedroom without any clothes on when you were waiting for me in the lounge. I mean, I just thought you wouldn’t care, wouldn’t even notice.’
‘Oh I noticed all right, I just thought you were a very open person.’
‘Oh God.’ She buried her face in her hands.
He laughed, loudly. ‘It’s your own fault, Libby Joseph, that will teach you for judging a book by its cover.’
She had groaned in embarrassment as he continued to eat his lasagne.
She watched him now as he picked up the last crumbs of his bacon sandwich, and smiled. 
‘Oh, I got you something,’ George said, passing over the brown paper bag, before he started singing his own version of ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’. ‘Ten days before Christmas and my true love gave to me, a mug with a picture of the sea.’
Libby smiled. He had started this twelve days of presents two days before when he had presented her with a Christmas pudding onesie complete with a hood with a holly leaf and huge red berries sewed to the top. The day before he had given her a big bag of rum and raisin fudge when they had been shopping in the town, her favourite sweets in the world. She quickly tore apart the paper and pulled out a mug that must have held at least a pint of tea. It was the tackiest thing she had ever seen. It had a picture of White Cliff Bay on the side but it wasn’t tasteful, it was bright and garish in colour. 
‘And look what happens when you pour hot water in it.’ George grabbed her tea and poured it inside. Straight away, lights started to flash all over the mug, including on the oversized lighthouse, and a tinny version of ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You’ drifted from some internal speakers.
Libby laughed. ‘I love it,’ she said, honestly.
‘Now you have something to remember us by,’ he said, glancing over at a few boxes in the hall and for a brief moment his face fell with disappointment before he slapped on a smile. ‘How’s the packing going?’
‘There’s not a lot to be honest. The flat came with its own furniture. There’s a few books and things I’ve acquired over the last few months that I’ll probably take to a charity shop. I don’t really have stuff, I don’t need it. I came with a suitcase of clothes and I’ll probably leave the same way.’
‘That’s a bit sad, isn’t it? To have no belongings other than the clothes on your back.’
Libby shrugged, happily. ‘Happiness doesn’t come from the things you own, it comes from experiences, the things you do, the places you go to, the people you meet. That’s what fills your life, not material possessions.’
‘And you’ve never been tempted to stay in all those beautiful places you’ve visited, you’ve never once found somewhere you could call home?’
She smiled. ‘It doesn’t work like that for me. I have to travel for work. Being an author means doing lots of research. Wherever my story is set I always immerse myself in that place, eat, drink, sleep, breathe it until the story is finished and I move on to the next place. I’ve always worked like that, I probably always will.’
Suddenly a noise from above them disturbed their conversation.
Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueakBang.
They both looked up.
‘Twice!?’ she muttered. ‘Seriously?Do they not have a TV in their flat?’
SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueak, SqueakSqueakbang, SqueakSqueakBang, SqueakSqueakBang, SqueakSqueakBang, SqueakSqueakBang.
‘Oh!’
SqueakSqueakBang.
‘Oh!’
George chuckled. ‘They really are loud, aren’t they?’
She pulled a face. 
‘Well come on, Lib, we can give them a run for their money.’ He stood up and pulled her towards her bedroom. Leaving her by the doorway he leaped onto her bed, jumping up and down on it like a trampoline.The bed made a satisfying squeaking sound and the headboard banged obligingly against the wall.
She laughed at him. ‘Oh George,’ she moaned loudly, from the doorway.
‘How long do you think my penis is?’ he hissed. ‘Get over here.’
She ditched her dressing gown and walked over to the bed.
‘Christ, Lib, we’re only pretending, you don’t have to get undressed.’ He stopped bouncing long enough to help her up onto the bed. They both started bouncing again.
‘Oh George,’ she shouted, ‘that feels so goooood.’
‘Oh Libby,’ he groaned.
‘George, harder George. Oh God that’s it George. GEORGE! Faster George.’ 
‘Libby, Libby, OH Libby.’He started jumping faster.
‘Spank me George, spank me.’
He spluttered with laughter.
‘Oh.’
‘OH.’
‘Oh God.’
‘OH.’
‘OHHHHHHHHH,’ moaned George, finally falling onto the bed exhausted.She fell down next to him.
‘Oh George,’ she called loudly, ‘that was the best sex ever.You’re amazing, big boy.’
‘Why thank you, Miss Joseph, glad you enjoyed it.’ 
‘No, you’re supposed to say something nice about me.’
‘Oh sorry, erm…’ He thought carefully. ‘Libby’ he said loudly, ‘you have great tits.’
‘Is that it?’ 
‘Well it’s true, you do.’ 
‘Pervert.’ She smirked. ‘I just said that was the best sex ever and all you can say is that I’ve got nice tits? Surely you can do better than that?’
He rolled his eyes.‘Libby,’ he moaned loudly, ‘and Candy my beauty, that was the best threesome I’ve ever had.’
She could barely talk for laughing. ‘Great, now I’m some kind of sex-crazed porn star, excellent.’
‘Glad to be of service.’
‘And if they knew that Candy was that mannequin in your bedroom, they would be worried.’
He chuckled.
They lay in silence for a while to see if there was any reaction from the newlyweds.But there was none.Clearly they had been outdone.
Libby rolled onto her side, propping herself on her elbow to look at him.She smiled at the self-satisfied look on his face, as if they really had just had sex.
‘Fancy a walk?’ she said. 
‘Yeah of course.’ 
‘Well get out my bedroom then so I can get dressed.’
‘Aw, am I never going to get a repeat performance of your nudity?’ he said as he walked out.
‘Nope never.’ She laughed as she closed the door behind him.
‘That’s a shame,’ George said to the closed door, ‘because I really rather enjoyed it.’
*
Despite it being the middle of winter, the sun was making a desperate attempt to warm up the windy shore. Great gusts tore at their clothes and whipped their hair around them as they walked along the almost deserted beach nestled in Silver Cove.The only other person on there was Seb, throwing a ball into the surf for his beloved fat retriever Jack to collect.He waved at them as they walked.
George loved White Cliff Bay, with its tiny thatched cottages, the bigger townhouses, and the great Bubble and Froth, Seb’s pub, with the best-tasting ale in the world. He especially loved the quieter part of Silver Cove where he and Libby lived.It literally consisted of one straight road with houses on one side looking out on to the sea. There was a pub, a small shop and that was it. A five-minute walk up the hill and over the headland led to the main town of White Cliff Bay with all the local amenities.
He and Libby crunched over the pebbles towards one of the many rock pools that had formed on the beach.She crouched down and carefully lifted one of the big rocks to see what was under it.A small pearly grey hermit crab scurried out in protest at being disturbed and a pale yellow starfish, its legs struck out at odd angles to its body, pulsated against the mossy rock face.
‘I do love the starfish.They’re so beautiful, like a little bit of magic washed up on the beach.’She put the rock down gently, and picked up another one.
He watched her with a smile, her dark hair streaming behind her like a banner, her large green eyes filled with a continual wonder at the varied sea life that ended up on Silver Cove beach every day.
‘If you like starfish, you’ll love the sunstar, now they’re beautiful.I’ll have to take you scuba diving one day, Lib, there’s so much more beauty out there under the waves.’
She stood up. ‘I’d love that. Would we find seahorses? I’d love to see one.’
‘I doubt it – there are some breeds that live round Britain, but they’re so shy and timid I doubt we would spot any.But there’s loads of other things we would see, the visibility round here is quite spectacular.’
‘But doesn’t it take ages to learn?’
‘I can teach you the basics, and I’d look after you. Besides, we wouldn’t be going that deep, only six or eight metres, so if anything went wrong you could just come straight back up.’
‘That would be so exciting, do you have the gear?’
‘No but a mate of mine runs a dive shop in White Cliff Bay, he’d lend me what we need.’
‘Be a bit cold though, would we wear wetsuits?’
‘Are you kidding, in these waters?We would die.It’d have to be a drysuit, and a thermal undersuit and your clothes under that.’
She laughed. ‘I’d look like a Michelin Man.’
‘Yeah. It’ll be better in the spring, warmer and the visibility is nicer too. If you stay until then I promise to take you.’
‘Maybe I can come back and visit you when it’s warmer.’
‘That would be great,’ George said, knowing in his heart that once she left at the end of the year he’d never see her again. They never spoke about that though. She insisted that they would stay in touch, but there were no friends in her life, no one she spoke to from her travels. When he had put his number in her phone all those months before he had been stunned to see her contacts list consisted of her agent and her publisher. It was easier to pretend they would still be friends than confront it, it was easier to ignore that when she left it would completely and utterly break his heart.
He carried on with the fa├žade. ‘You have to spit in the mask to stop it from steaming up too.’
Her face fell. ‘Spit in my mask?’
He wiped a tiny splash of muddy water off her face, then quickly stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked away from her. ‘Yeah, and no matter if you get the best-fitting mask in the world, you always get a bit of water that seeps through, which means when you take the mask off you’ll be left with a snotty residue across your face.’
She caught up with him, picking up a good-shaped pebble for skimming. ‘I get the feeling scuba diving isn’t the sexiest sport then?’
‘No definitely not, still keen?’ He turned to face her.
‘Absolutely.’
He loved that about Libby: her spirit of adventure, her boundless energy.In fact he loved every little thing about her, and had been completely in love with her ever since he first set eyes on her.
Unrequited love, he was quite the expert. As it turned out even his ex-wife hadn’t loved him. 
Libby, of course, had no idea about his inappropriate feelings for her, how he loved her with everything he had. 
He glanced over at her, her smile lighting up her face, her eyes reflecting the colour of the sea. It was about time he got over Libby. She just didn’t see him that way. Nothing was ever going to happen there, she was leaving in just over two weeks. By the end of the year he was determined he would be over this silly little crush and he could watch her leave without her ripping out his heart on the way out.
*
They walked back towards the flats, a large old house that had long ago been converted into four separate apartments and given the rather original name of ‘Sea View Court’.
George spotted a small van parked up outside.An older man was lifting a box out the back.
‘Giselle?’ the man called. ‘Giselle? Where do you want this one to go?’
A blonde girl ran down the steps wearing leggings, which showed off her wonderful long legs, and a tiny knitted jumper, which showed off her tiny waist.George swallowed.Her hair was cut short with a long fringe that swept over her eyes, but it gleamed in the sun, like gold.Her eyes were huge, an amazing intense blue.She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.He knew without a doubt this was the woman he was going to marry. The easiest, quickest way to fall out of love with one unobtainable woman was fall in love with another.
‘Oh thanks, Dad,’ the blonde vision said, ‘just put it in the lounge. I’ll sort it out once it’s all in.’
‘Hey, do you want some help?’ George asked, quickly leaving Libby’s side.
‘Oh, that’d be great, thanks.’ Giselle broke into a heart-stopping smile. 
‘I’m George.’ He held out his hand. ‘I live at number two.’
‘I’m Giselle, and I’m on top of you.’ She tucked a strand of golden silk behind her ear. ‘I’m moving into number four.’
He ignored the innuendo for the sake of future relations. ‘Excellent.’ He took the hand that was now extended towards him and shook it warmly, just as Libby arrived at the back of the van.
‘Hi, I’m Libby, I live at number one, here let me take those,’ she said indicating the pile of books tucked under Giselle’s arm and he watched her take them, and then she was gone. He wondered what they looked like standing there, him and Giselle, smiling at each other awkwardly.Well, Giselle was smiling awkwardly, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.A Cheshire cat on Ecstasy. 
For the next half an hour, they worked diligently between them to get all of Giselle’s stuff into her flat on the second floor.There wasn’t a lot, but what there was, he noticed, was very tasteful. There was also a lot of weird cooking paraphernalia which Libby found out was used for making different kinds of sweets for her online business. 
Eventually, the van was empty and Giselle’s dad left. 
‘Thank you so much,’ Giselle said warmly, ‘you’ve both been very kind. But now, well, I guess I better go and unpack. I’ll see you around.’ 
She disappeared up the stairs and George stared after her in wonderment.He heard her flat door close and then quickly bundled Libby into her flat.
‘George, what are you doing?’
‘Oh Lib, she’s beautiful.’ He leaned against the inside of the door and sank to the floor.
‘Yes she is, very.’
‘Libby, I think I’m in love.’
She sat down next to him and gave him a playful nudge. ‘Then go and ask her out.’
‘Are you mad, have you seen me?’
She frowned. ‘George, you’re lovely.’
‘Lovely is a polite way of saying fat.’ He absently patted his belly.
‘No, it’s not, you’re lovely and funny and incredibly attractive, ask her out.’
‘No, I need to lose some weight first, and get a haircut, maybe some new clothes.’
‘But then you won’t be you any more. This is you, and you’re perfect the way you are, anything else will just be a disguise.If she’s going to fall in love with you, she needs to fall in love with the real you.You above anyone else should know the pitfalls of false advertising.’
Writing radio adverts for a living, George knew how to sell chocolate to the Easter bunny, if only he himself could be presented in such an appealing way. 
‘You’re right, Lib, she should fall in love with the real me.’ He looked down at himself, despondently.
‘Hey! You’re the loveliest, most wonderful, sweetest, kindest person I know; if she can’t see that then she’s blind.’
He kissed her head. ‘Thanks Lib.’
She stood up and pulled him to his feet. ‘Go on then, ask her.’ 
He paled. ‘Now? No, I can’t ask her now.’
‘Yes you can.’
‘Well what do I say?’
‘You say, “Hi Giselle, I figured you might be tired after all this unpacking, do you fancy coming to the pub for something to eat? The Bubble and Froth does a mean steak and kidney pie.”’
He nodded, yes he could do that.That was easy.Very casual, very simple.He opened the door and walked purposefully up the stairs and caught Libby doing a little giddy victory dance for him before she shut the door. 
He climbed to the top of the first flight then hurried back down again, but before he reached the bottom stair he forced himself to turn around.He climbed four stairs this time, stopped, climbed one more stair then ran back to the safety of Libby’s flat. 
Her face fell as he came back in. ‘What happened?’
‘Yeah, I couldn’t do it.’
‘George!’
‘Well what if she said no?’
‘What if she didn’t?’
He shrugged. ‘Maybe I’ll leave it a few days, you know, let her settle in.’
‘Maybe you should get in now before someone else swoops in. Why don’t you practise on me?’
‘What?’
‘Close your eyes and ask me out, imagine I’m a beautiful woman.’
George smiled wryly – he really didn’t need to imagine that – but he closed his eyes anyway.He could still see her though, in his mind, looking pretty in her jeans and hoodie, and funky purple boots.She had a quirky style.When she was writing her romance stuff she always had at least one pen in her hair.And though the hoodie she wore today was an old grey one, she had pinned to it the most beautiful emerald sequinned flowered brooch.It matched her eyes exactly.Though this was not helping him to prepare for asking Giselle out.
He opened one eye and looked at her expectant face.When nothing was forthcoming, she rolled her eyes and ushered him out of the flat.
‘Knock on my door and ask me out.’
‘OK, role-play, I like it,’ he grinned, ‘though I’ll get changed first, smarten myself up a bit.’
She shrugged. ‘If it will make you feel more comfortable.’
*
As George disappeared back to his flat, Libby switched on her laptop and smiled at the tiny snowman that had been placed next to it since the day before. George was clearly determined to Christmassify her, whether she liked it or not. The computer pinged to life and she opened up her current story, set in a rural seaside town at Christmas. Her publishers had expected it to be handed in months ago but for some reason this story had stagnated on her laptop. She had no desire to finish it and she didn’t know why. She was famous for her romance stories, especially Christmas ones with snow, glitter, handsome heroes and gorgeously cosy love stories, but it was the romance parts she was having trouble with the most. 
There was a knock on the door and she went to answer it, ready to be seduced.
George was standing there in a full tuxedo with black tie, and gleaming cufflinks.She nearly laughed except he looked so vulnerable.
He cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders, fixed her with a sultry stare. ‘Hey little lady, fancy getting out of this hellhole and hitting some gin joints with me?’
She suppressed a laugh, but he had already seen the smirk.
‘Too cheesy?’
‘Very cheesy. Humphrey Bogart?’
‘No, that was all me.’
‘You’re overthinking it.’
‘What about the suit?’ 
‘You look fantastic, really suave, really sexy, but a tiny bit overdressed for a pint down the Bubble.’
He arched an eyebrow. ‘Sexy, eh?’
She smiled. ‘Yes, if we were going to Royal Ascot together, I’d be proud to have you on my arm.’
‘Right, I’ll remember that next time I get offered free tickets for Royal Ascot. You can be my date.’
‘Definitely, though you should know I’m a terrible loser and a really bad gambler.’
‘I’ll hold the purse strings that day then.’
She nodded. ‘Probably wise.’
‘Shall I try on something else?’
‘Yes, please do.’
‘Good, this collar is killing me.’ 
‘I’m impressed that you can do up a bow tie though, it’s not something many people can do.’
He took it off to show her it was a clip-on.She laughed, as she closed the door.
She walked back to the computer, her fingers hovering over a rather bland description of the sea. It wasn’t just romance scenes that were taking a battering, all of her latest writing lacked sparkle.Because she had no enthusiasm for the romance, the rest of it hung limp and flaccid on the pages too.
There was another knock on the door just as she was poised to write something descriptive and wintery about the trees that lined the beach.
This time George was dressed in a black suit, with a black shirt and tie.
‘Going to a funeral?’
‘Right of course,’ he said, looking a little apologetic.
‘How about something that shows your sporty side?’
‘Right, OK.’ He trudged off.
She closed the door again – not that it normally stopped George, but making him knock was all part of the role-play.
She went back to the computer, looked over the last paragraph she had written and sighed. 
Another knock on her door.She doubled over with laughter when she opened it.
‘What?’ mumbled George, though she could see that he was trying not to laugh as well. He was dressed in a skin-tight wetsuit which accentuated every gorgeous curve of his strong body, with a mask and snorkel in his mouth and flippers on his feet.
‘George, it’s perfect,’ she said, clapping her hands together, trying really hard to keep her eyes above his waist. ‘Now let me see you manage the stairs in those things.’
He waddled carefully to the foot of the stairs and carefully placed his left flipper sideways on the step.With great effort he managed to put his right flipper sideways on the next one up,looking like a very bizarrely dressed Charlie Chaplin.

It was at this moment, as he struggled to move his left flipper up onto the third stair, that Giselle came running down the stairs towards him.


Sounds good doesn’t it? It’s certainly got me hooked and I just know we’re in for yet another treat here courtesy of Holly Martin. I’ll definitely be reading this soon so keep your eyes on my blog where I’ll be sure to post my review! 

Monday, 26 October 2015

Review - Christmas Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses by Jenny Hale

It’s already time for my third review of the #BookoutureXmas feature and this time it’s of Christmas Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses by Jenny Hale. This was actually the first book I’ve ever read by Jenny Hale and I have to say how very impressed and blown away I was by it. It was the perfect book to snuggle up with by the fire and it was certainly a beautiful, heart-warming festive novel that left me with a massive smile on my face. 

An uplifting, beautiful story about never letting go of your dreams, the special magic of a family Christmas… and the rush of falling in love under the mistletoe.

Single mother
Abbey Fuller loves her family more than anything, and doesn’t regret for a moment having had to put her dreams of being an interior designer on hold. But with her son, Max, growing up, when a friend recommends her for a small design job she jumps at the chance. How hard can it be?

Nick Sinclair needs his house decorated in time for his family’s festive visit – and money is no object. What he doesn’t need is to be distracted from his multi-million dollar business – even if it is Christmas.

When Abbey pulls up to the huge Sinclair mansion, she has a feeling she might be out of her depth. And when she meets the gorgeous, brooding Nicholas Sinclair, she knows that she’s in real trouble…

With the snow falling all around, can Abbey take the chance to make her dreams of being a designer come true? And can she help Nick to finally enjoy the magic of Christmas?
Jenny Hale wastes no time in throwing us straight into the story of Christmas Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses as we meet Abbey Fuller who, with feelings of nervousness, is approaching the mansion of Nicholas Sinclair. Now, Nicholas Sinclair is the grandson of Caroline, the lady who Abbey cares for as a nurse but Nicholas has not invited Abbey to his house to talk about that. Instead he has asked Abbey there with the sole intention of setting her to work on redesigning his grand house in time for Christmas. Having always wanted to become an interior designer Abbey accepts the job and works hard to both create the perfect home for Nicholas and help him figure out his priorities in life, all whilst continuing to care for her six year old son called Max, her mother and grandfather, and Caroline. 
From the moment I first met Abbey I loved everything about her character and what she stood for. I loved the very special relationship she had with her son, Max, and the way that she didn’t hold the fact that she couldn’t fulfil her dreams of becoming an interior designer because of having to look after him against him. It was also lovely to read of the way she put Max’s wishes and feelings before her own - before she did or committted to anything she thought of Max and his wellbeing and how her decisions would impact on him. I also really loved the way she’d do anything to support her mother and grandfather to the point where the money she earned from redesigning the house would go straight towards paying for the right medication for her grandfather who suffers from Parkinson’s. It was clear she had a very special bond and unbreakable connection with her grandfather and I always love it when books contain that element as I really do believe that grandparents play such an important role in our lives. 
Meanwhile, at first I really couldn’t make up my mind about Nicholas at all - he seemed to have little regard for anything except making as much money as possible, working all hours and being a successful businessman. However, by about halfway through when I saw the way he was starting to interact with Max and how he wasn’t a heartless ogre, I began to warm to him a lot more and knew exactly how I wanted things to turn out between him and Abbey. And, of course, I couldn't possibly write this review without briefly mentioning Max who I thought was a diamond being so incredibly bright and in tune with everything that was going on around him. 
This was an outstanding novel that was so beautifully written and descriptive throughout. It was also a book which I felt conveyed a couple of very important messages to the reader - firstly to never give up on your dreams and never stop believing and secondly that family is the most important thing in life and that without them we really are nothing. 

Needless to say I very much recommend this book and hope that it will touch your heart and leave you feeling all warm inside just as much as it did me. Having loved Christmas Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses as much as I did I’m now on a mission to discover more of what Jenny Hale has written…

Saturday, 24 October 2015

Review - Christmas at Lilac Cottage by Holly Martin

Today I’m bringing you my second review as part of #BookoutureXmas for Christmas at Lilac Cottage by Holly Martin. This was a book I couldn’t wait to get stuck into after, earlier this year, reading and loving Fairytale Beginnings by the same author. I can safely say that, in Christmas at Lilac Cottage, Holly Martin has done it again and by that I mean that she has created yet another beautiful, romantic and sparkling novel that any reader is bound to fall in love with. 

Welcome to the charming seaside town of White Cliff Bay, where Christmas is magical and love is in the air…

Penny Meadows loves her home – a cosy cottage decorated with pretty twinkling fairy lights and stunning views over the town of White Cliff Bay. She also loves her job as an ice-carver, creating breathtaking sculptures. Yet her personal life seems frozen. 

When Henry and daughter Daisy arrive at the cottage to rent the annex, Penny is determined to make them feel welcome. But while Daisy is friendly, Henry seems guarded. 

As Penny gets to know Henry, she realises there is more to him than meets the eye. And the connection between them is too strong to ignore … 

While the spirit of the season sprinkles its magic over the seaside town and preparations for the ice sculpting competition and Christmas eve ball are in full swing, can Penny melt the ice and allow love in her heart? And will this finally be the perfect Christmas she’s been dreaming of? 

Like a creamy hot chocolate with marshmallows, you won’t want to put this deliciously heartwarming novel down. 

Spend the perfect Christmas in White Cliff Bay this year.

We first meet Penny, one of the three main characters of the novel, as she’s taking a trayful of mince pies out of the oven and eagerly anticipating the arrival of Henry and Daisy, who she presumes is a couple that the agency has found to rent the annex. When Henry finally arrives at the cottage he is on his own and it’s safe to say that he is not in a good mood after experiencing a stressful journey and difficulties in finding the cottage. Subsequently he’s snappy and things do not get off to a good start between Henry and Penny which leaves Penny feeling slightly deflated as, living alone at the cottage, she had been looking forward to the arrival of her tenants. Things only get worse still when Daisy eventually arrives and Penny, not yet knowing that Daisy is Henry’s daughter, jumps to the wrong conclusion and calls him a pervert for being married to such a young girl. However, when the truth finally comes out about Daisy a friendship between Henry and Penny begins to grow and go from strength to strength although, as the reader discovers, it’s not all plain sailing. 

We soon learn that each of the characters in this novel - Penny, Henry and Daisy - have had things happen in their lives which they could honestly have done without. Penny was in a relationship with a man who walked out on her at quite possibly one of the worst times ever, Henry took sole responsibility for Daisy’s care when he was very young and it’s clear that Daisy struggles without having a mum in her life. However, what is really nice about this particular novel is the way in which the characters interact with eachother, support eachother and ultimately give eachother the strength and encouragement that they so desperately need. It was especially nice to read of the way in which Penny opened her heart to and, eventually, ended up gaining the trust of Daisy who felt able to share with Penny her biggest secrets. It became clear that the friendship that developed between both Penny and Daisy was really unbreakable and would stand the test of time. 

Christmas at Lilac Cottage is a truly perfect Christmas read which, in addition to having a gorgeous cover featuring snow, twinkly lights and, of course, Lilac Cottage, was beautifully written. There were moments that made me smile, moments that had me in hysterics and other moments that had me shedding a tear or two but I absolutely adored it. Also worth a mention is how much I enjoyed reading about Penny’s ice carving and finding out more about the whole process which, clearly, requires a lot of patience and talent and is clearly a subject which Holly had taken the time to research. 

With Fairytale Beginnings earlier this year and now Christmas at Lilac Cottage, Holly Martin has quickly become a favourite author of mine and I know that I will always look forward to reading her books. If you haven’t read anything by Holly Martin what are you waiting for? Do so now, get yourself a copy of Christmas at Lilac Cottage or Fairytale Beginnings or, better still, both. 

Make sure you return to this blog on Tuesday 27th October where I’ll be posting an extract of Holly Martin’s second Christmas novel of the year called Snowflakes on Silver Cove!

Thursday, 22 October 2015

Review - One Wish in Manhattan by Mandy Baggot

It’s that time of year again when the nights are drawing in, it’s getting cold outside and it's finally become acceptable to start reading Christmas books once again. Well reading Christmas books is exactly what I’ve been doing over the past few weeks as I’m very lucky to be taking part in a special feature being hosted by the lovely people over at Bookouture - #BookoutureXmas. This runs from the 22nd-27th October inclusive and will see a number of bloggers reading and reviewing, amongst other things, some great Christmas reads. 


Today I’m bringing you my review of One Wish in Manhattan by Mandy Baggot. Now, not only was this the first Christmas book I read this year but it was also the first book I’ve read by Mandy and all I can say is how great this book was - as a way to ease myself into reading Christmas books and introduce myself to Mandy’s writing. This book really was incredible and I loved every single minute I got to spend reading it. 


Christmas: it’s the most wonderful time of the year … to fall in love

The temperature is dropping, snow is on its way and Hayley Walker is heading for New York with one wish … to start over.

With her daughter Angel, Hayley is ready for adventure. But there’s more to New York than twinkly lights and breathtaking skyscrapers. Angel has her own Christmas wish – to find her real dad.

While Hayley tries to fulfil her daughter’s wish, she crosses paths with billionaire Oliver Drummond. Restless and bored with fast living, there’s something intriguing about him that has Hayley hooked.

Can Hayley dare to think her own dreams might come true – could A New York Christmas turn into a New York Forever?

Travel to the Big Apple this Christmas and join Hayley and Oliver as they realise life isn’t just about filling the minutes … it’s about making every moment count.

Everything about this book, from the cover to everything in between, was just absolutely perfect. From the start it’s clear that Hayley and Angel have such a great relationship going on that they are much more than just mother and daughter. They are best friends and each knows that the other will never stop being there for them no matter what happens. Hayley keeps Angel thinking positively and vice versa. Hayley and Angel were both such likeable characters that I couldn’t help but connect with them from the beginning and keep everything crossed that they’d succeed in their mission of finding Angel's father in New York. 

I couldn’t possibly write this review without mentioning Oliver, a business man who takes his job very seriously and does not take kindly to failure - his own or that of his employees. Towards the start of the novel I actually couldn’t bring myself to like Oliver in the slightest but, as the novel progressed, and as I learned more of his history and saw the way he was so understanding and supportive of Hayley and what she wanted to achieve whilst in New York I began to really like him as a person. 

One Wish in Manhattan really was so incredibly beautiful and I’m so glad I picked it as my first Christmas read of 2015. It’s not just your standard romantic Christmas story, but a romantic Christmas story with substance that deals with some very real issues. I really recommend this book and strongly recommend you get your hands on a copy of it sooner rather than later. You don't want to miss it!

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Featuring the Tremor Cycle by Ryan Mark

Today I'm delighted to be bringing you a special post on the Tremor Cycle, a YA distopian series that takes place in a world devastated by war, written by Ryan Mark. With the first book (Tremor) having been published in 2014, Fracture was published in October this year.

Ryan lives in the rural county of Cumbria on the outskirts of the Lake District and has worked within the education sector for several years, with his most recent position being in a pre-school, caring for children before they take their first big leap into primary school. You can connect with him on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads and his website!
Whilst I haven’t yet had a chance to read Fracture, although I’m very much looking forward to doing so, I really enjoyed Tremor. It was one of the first books I reviewed on this blog and, as I said then highly recommend it as a book which is jam-packed with many twists and turns. I also loved Ryan Mark’s style of writing and all of this combined leaves me with no doubt that it will appeal to a wide audience. 

So, what does the blurb say about Tremor? 

The life William knew has gone. His world has been left devastated by the Fossil War. All major governments have been wiped out and the land is now under the control of the company Terrafall. Although Terrafall’s intentions seem honest, William wonders if the company will live up to its promises and stop the tremors, which have been plaguing the Earth since the end of the war. And can Terrafall really find out who is behind the recent wave of abductions? 

When someone close to William disappears, he decides it’s time to take matters into his own hands. But in a land that is on the verge of tearing itself apart, is it a life worth fighting for? If your world was falling apart, how far would YOU go to save it? 

To obtain your copy of Tremor visit Amazon or the Book Depository:




What can the reader expect from Fracture? 

Well, according to the blurb…

The Earth is starting to recover from the onslaught of destruction left behind by the tremors and Terrafall. William’s life is settling and he has finally found a place where he feels he belongs. With the opportunity to flourish, the Haven Development has been able to secure the future of its lands and people, bringing forth a period of peace and stability. 

Yet something sinister quakes beneath the surface, hiding in the shadows, unknown to William and the Haven Development. Not a tremor, but a new enemy who threatens to tear apart everything William and his friends have fought so hard to protect. The peace is about to fracture…

Once again, you can purchase a copy of Fracture via Amazon or the Book Depository:




Be sure to visit this blog again soon where I’ll be reviewing Fracture!

As part of this feature post I was very lucky to be given the opportunity to interview Branimir - a very memorable character who the reader first meets in Tremor. 

What do you think it takes to be a good leader?
What a fantastic question, I applaud you on it! There are many qualities that make a good leader, such as honesty, confidence, the ability to delegate, but above all, you must be kind to your people, they must trust you, and through this you’ll instill inspiration. 

What do you consider to be your greatest achievement? 
By the beard, the establishment of The Haven Development of course! We rose through the destruction of the Fossil War to create hope and stability for the survivors, to give them a future. 

What is your greatest fear?
To see my people suffer. 

What is your motto?
Help those that are less fortunate than you, it’s the human thing to do!

What is the trait you most deplore in others?
I despise those who are selfish, those who think of nothing but themselves, showing blatant disregard to all others. 

How would you describe yourself to someone who didn’t know you in less than 20 words
I’m a big bearded old fool who wants to make this world a better place.

When you were a child what was your ambition, what did you want to do with your life?
I wanted to be a wrestler, an astronaut, a policeman, a fireman, a kick boxer, the usual stuff really!

How do you gain people’s trust?
I listen to them, no matter how small they may think the problem might be, I will listen.

You are responsible for establishing the Haven, but what made you want to do so and how did you feel it would contribute to society? 
The world we knew had gone, there wasn’t much left after the Fossil War. Every survivor had been displaced and no one in this country had a place to call home anymore. I realised people needed hope, needed something to look towards, something to make the future look less bleak and so Haven was born out of that realisation. I dearly hope I’ve provided people with a sense of safety in the form of a new home. It is the stepping-stone towards rebuilding society, and in a sense, humanity. 

Do you have a particular weakness. If so what is it?
Don’t we all? Weaknesses make us human, it’s part of our nature, but I wouldn’t like to name them. 

How do you keep yourself so calm in the face of adversity?
Deep breathing and some biscuits. There’s a lady in Haven’s Hollow who can make some fantastic oatcakes. These calm me when I’m faced with hardships. I also seek the counsel of my brethren, the other members of the Haven Development, as together we can achieve greatness. 

Generally speaking, are you ever fearful of the future - do you look towards it with optimism or pessimism and why?

It would be a lie to say I am not fearful of what is to come, but I shan't dwell on this. We shall face it when it comes, well if it comes, and we'll all face it together. In my eyes, I feel the future is bright and though there may be further hardships awaiting us, we will get through. We are Haven. We are the future. 

Thanks for stopping by the blog today and don't forget to check out this fantastic series!