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Book Review: A Christmas Wedding By Paige Toon

Blurb: The short story eBook sequel to Thirteen Weddings, from bestselling author Paige Toon.

Four years ago, following that fated thirteenth wedding, Bronte fled the UK and has been happily burying her head in the sand ever since. But when an email lands in her inbox from Alex, it seems her past might be about to catch up with her right here in Sydney. Is it time for Bronte to finally face her demons?

Review: I can’t believe I’m actually finishing this review before I do Thirteen Weddings justice. I was lucky enough to meet Paige earlier this year at YALC and we spoke about me needing to catch up on Thirteen Weddings before devouring her Christmas offering. I listened to Thirteen Weddings and truly adored it, I will review it as soon as possible. I always feel like I will never do it justice. I love that I still have a fair few of Paige’s gorgeous books to devour I will enjoy every second of them.

Where do I start….I had such a mixture of emotions in both books for Alex and Lachie just like Bronte but A Christmas Wedding had me from the off. I’m so annoyed that I didn’t inhale this treat when it pinged through on release day but I will say it’s been totally worth the wait. I started reading it in between a busy day but I must admit I have enjoyed longing it out slightly.

It was great to reconnect with Bridget and all the characters from Thirteen Weddings alongside the newer characters although there were a few I weren’t fond off Fliss for one.

Paige has a way of writing emotional scenes that leave me breathless. I find myself breathing out realising I had been holding my breath momentarily.

Now I’ve read both Thirteen Weddings and a Christmas Wedding I can see why there was outrage originally. I kind of agree but I must admit I had a rollercoaster of emotions for both men in this novella. Although one came across far more gently and thoughtful than the other – and at times in Thirteen Weddings I had thought the opposite.

A gorgeous festive read that will sweep you along and take you away from you own stresses in life. It can be read alone but some references you won’t get if you haven’t read Thirteen Weddings.

Paige thank you once again for enhancing my belief in love, even though it’s elusive for me right now. Another rollercoaster read that I truly truly loved.

So Paige and Cat the final question is what Paige book next?

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Twitter spoke so here I am??

So on my Twitter today I created a poll and today’s winner was something Christmassy….when I originally wrote that I thought it would be Christmassy and a review but I’m not done just yet.

This year I had the best of intentions with my festive reading and I’m still reading them. On my side is it’s still December (just).

I got home after returning to work to a few items of post one being

These gorgeous lipsticks that I ordered from a friend before Christmas – I cannot wait to try them out. I’m also hoping the names of them empower me they are called Determined and Reign.

I was also lucky enough to receive this gorgeous #TeamSparkly post.

It’s a Christmas card and a gorgeous decoration thank you so much Miranda. I truly loved Christmas in St Ives – I cannot wait to be reunited with these fabulous characters in June. That’s soooo far away.

Yesterday I got up at silly o’clock to brave the sales I still managed to watch Little Women and today I was back to work. I was eager to watch part two today but I’m seriously beat – was hoping to finish one of my festive treats by one of my favourite authors but as I type this I can barely see. On that note goodnight.

Any suggestions for tomorrow’s post? Leave a comment below..,

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Little Women…

Firstly, I hope you had a fantastic Christmas with your loved ones.

I’m sorry I have been a bit on/off with my blogmas attempt, but I am grateful to every comment, like and follow since I have tried. My views have improved which means I’m obviously saying something worthwhile.

How I’m still awake, and how I managed to watch this and think of something to say is outstanding. I got up seriously early this morning to brave the sales to start with as help and then for me. I had fun in a weird way if I’m honest. No books sadly, not yet anyway.

Watching Little Women this evening has prompted me to ask….have you read it? And what are your thoughts on the book by Louisa May Alcott.

I must admit this is a classic that I downloaded a while ago but have still not got around to.

Next year I would like to do better with my classic reading so this should feature. I have seen a mixture of comments regarding tonight’s first instalment of the BBC’s adaptation. I must admit I enjoyed it but I have nothing to compare it to – it has made me want to push this novel up my TBR list though, so in that instance the TV show has worked it’s magic.

What are your thoughts? I aim to be back tomorrow although I am back at work so anything is possible.

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Book Review: Random Acts Of Kindness part one By Victoria Walters

Blurb: Welcome to Littlewood, a small town community with a big heart. Abbie has fled London and the humiliation of not being able to make rent after being made redundant. Louise, seriously unlucky in love, has thrown herself into her career at the local hospital. And Eszter, who has travelled from Hungary with her daughter, Zoe, hopes to reach out to the mother-in-law she never met while her husband was still alive…

Can a little bit of kindness really change your life? Three very different women are about to find out…

Review: I believe this four part series was introduced to me via Twitter. As soon as I had read the blurb I had pre-ordered, this was exactly the sort of read I needed at this point in my life and in December it’s good to remember the reasons we do things and that we should do a little more, for ourselves as well as for others.

I instantly fell in love with everything associated with Littlewood and I’m not going to lie – I wish I had a coffee shop like Brew with the heart warming owners. I’m seriously sad that I don’t have that. It’s nice when you go in a coffee shop and they remember you and have banter and stuff but I long for the homely feel. Joy and Harry are gorgeous and their kindness board is so heart warming – in this day and age I need and want more of that.

Abbie and Louise are amazing characters and I warmed to them both really quickly. They both have issues and lots going on that the other doesn’t know about but I can safely say they’re fab and their kindness pact made me smile. Anyway so this is the first part which sets the scene to the story and introduces us to everyone. Now Abbie is introduced to kindness right at the off when she mislays her bag and a fellow newcomer to Littlewood picks it up and gives chase (well follows ha).

Que Eszter and Zoe – now these two make you smile but also make you go cold with their reasons for coming to England, Littlewood.

All that’s left to say is part one is left right in the action and I simply cannot wait to return to Littlewood and see how this pans out.

So now I have devoured part one I’m eager for part two BUT I also realise that I need to be kinder to myself. So in 2018 I am going to be kinder to me – do more for me? And I aim to deliver something kind on a more regular basis and I shall share what I have done.

The lovely peeps at BATC gave me a printed version of part one and I loved this so much that I must share it so answer this question.

Tell me the kindest thing you have ever done for someone else. Totally selflessly…

I can feel a post coming on for before the New Year starts. Feeling inspired 🙂

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Guest Post: Chapter One of Random Acts of Kindness By Victoria Walters

Today I am pleased to share with you a chapter from a book that I am currently reading.

So without further ado I give you the first chapter of Victoria Walters Random Acts Of Kindness – which is a four part series that has part one available to read now with the rest available to pre-order. It can be purchased Here

Chapter One

The endless green countryside stretched out as far as Abbie Morgan could see from the train window. The urban blanket of London had transformed into the rolling Surrey Hills as she made her way to the small town of Littlewood. It had been a nightmare of a week and her head was still pounding. Her suitcases were wedged in beside her, another painful reminder that this wasn’t a quick visit to see her younger sister, Louise, she was actually moving in with her. Hopefully not for long, but still . . .

Abbie sighed and leaned her head against the cool window so that her shoulder-length dark curls fell across her cheek, screening her from her fellow passengers. She was relieved that her train carriage was relatively empty, save for a mother and daughter a few seats away, so she could dwell on recent events in glum peace. She had lived in London for five years since leaving university and couldn’t believe she was being forced to part ways with it. But when she had been made redundant from her job at City PR, where she had worked for the last two years, she knew there was no way she could stay in the city she loved. The worst part was that her ex-boyfriend, Jack, a partner at the company, had been the one to deliver the news.

Abbie’s phone on her lap buzzed with a call. ‘Hi, Lou,’ she greeted her sister, forcing a smile into her voice, if not fully onto her face. She was grateful to her little sister for putting her up but wished she didn’t live in such a tiny town. At least the train would be quite quick for getting back to the city if she had interviews to go to.

‘I’m so sorry I won’t be there to meet you from the train,’ Louise said. ‘I won’t be much longer though. Do you want to meet me at the café near the station and we can go home together?’ Louise was a nurse at a hospital in the next, larger town, and her shift would be over soon. Abbie agreed to the plan and got directions to Brew. Louise said she was excited to finally show her town to Abbie, who hadn’t had any time since getting the assistant job at City PR to make the trip out of London. Louise had always come to stay with her when she had time off instead. To Abbie, London was the place that everyone should want to be, so she had been surprised that Louise had settled somewhere so quiet.

The train soon drew into the small station of Littlewood. Colourful hanging baskets adorned the platform. It made a stark change from the graffiti Abbie was used to seeing on her old commute. She heaved her two wheelie cases off the train and rattled along the platform with them. She had sent the rest of her things to her parents’ house in Cornwall.

After struggling through the barriers with her bags, she began to walk to the café – which turned out to be in the grounds of a grand stone house perched on top of a hill looking over the small town.

The uphill walk was not at all easy in her favourite four-inch-heeled boots, but when you were as tiny as she was, you needed the extra height at all times, so she dragged herself and her bags towards the stately home. Louise said the café stood at the beginning of the estate and was the best place in Littlewood for coffee. And, God, Abbie needed a large cup.

She heard a faint noise in the wind behind her, but she kept up her brisk London pace, thinking it was probably someone after money or something. That was usually why people tried to get your attention nowadays.

Finally, she made it to the top of the hill. The café was just through the imposing iron gates of the stately home. There was a green and gold sign proclaiming the house to be Huntley Manor – a luxury hotel, apparently. Abbie glanced at the tall, light-brown stone building as she made her way to the cute-looking café on the edge of the green. The hotel looked as if it could have been lifted out of a Jane Austen novel and Abbie resolved to explore it soon.

Abbie gratefully pushed open the door to Brew to escape the light drizzle of rain starting to fall on top of her shoulders, and she went up to the counter to order. The café was cute and colourful with small, round wooden tables with a vase of sunflowers on each and slate chairs in different shades of blue, a black and white tiled floor and a large counter at the back with a vast array of delicious-looking cakes. Abbie breathed in the fresh coffee smell that lingered on the air. She loved cafés and this one felt like home as soon as she walked through the door.

‘Good morning!’ said a lady with a messy grey-haired bun and big smile, leaning on the counter to greet her. Her apron was blue and white with ‘Have a Brew!’ written on it in big letters. ‘What can I get you?’

‘A large latte, please.’

The woman started making it immediately and glanced back at Abbie as she did so. ‘I haven’t seen you in here before, have I?’

Abbie shook her head. ‘No, I’m here to stay with my sister.’

‘Well, I’m Joy and I own Brew with my husband, Harry. He’s in the back making sandwiches. Welcome to Littlewood,’ she said cheerfully, sliding Abbie’s drink across to her. She moved to the till.

Abbie reached for her bag, but her hands grabbed air instead. ‘Oh no!’ she cried, looking down at her cases in horror.

‘What’s wrong?’ Joy asked, leaning over the counter to see.

‘But I picked it up off the train, I’m sure I did,’ she said out loud, shaking her head. She had kept her handbag balanced on top of one of the wheelie cases so she didn’t have to carry it on her shoulder. ‘I can’t find my bag,’ she admitted to Joy.

‘Oh, dear, I’m sorry,’ Joy said, sympathetically.

Abbie checked around her again, a sinking feeling in her chest. ‘What am I going to do without it?’ she said. If living in London had taught her anything, it was to keep a tight hold of your belongings at all times. She’d have to cancel her cards immediately. Oh, God. Her phone was in there. She started to feel panicky at the thought of not having it with her. How would anyone get in contact with her?

‘Look, try not to worry. You’re in Littlewood now and everyone looks out for one another here. I’m sure someone will find your bag and deliver it back to you. Go and sit down and drink your latte; you’ve had a shock and you need your coffee.’

‘But I can’t pay for it,’ Abbie admitted, her cheeks turning pink. She had never lost her bag before. This week was just going from bad to worse.

‘Don’t be silly, it’s on us.’ Joy grabbed a brownie and put it on a plate. ‘This too.’

‘Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly accept . . .’

Joy waved off Abbie’s protests. ‘Sit down, I insist. You can pay next time, after you find your bag.’

Abbie wished she shared Joy’s faith that her bag would be found. She carried the brownie and latte over to her table, hoping Louise would hurry up and get there so she could use her phone to ring the bank.

The door to the café banged open, making Abbie turn with a start. ‘There you are,’ a woman cried, waving something at her. ‘I’ve been chasing you from the station.’ A little girl followed her inside the café; both of them were pulling suitcases. ‘Your bag fell off when you went through the barrier,’ she said, a distinct accent to her brisk tone, holding up what Abbie could now see was her lost handbag.

Abbie recognised her from the train carriage and breathed a huge sigh of relief. ‘Oh, wow, thank you so much,’ she said, amazed that the woman had followed her all the way to Brew to get it back to her. She took it from her. ‘I’m so grateful.’

The woman, who looked a similar age to Abbie’s twenty-eight years and had a sharp, blonde bob, smiled. ‘Of course. I would be so upset if I lost mine.’

‘See? I told you it would turn up,’ Joy called from the counter. ‘All’s well that ends well.’

‘It certainly wouldn’t have got back to me so quickly in London,’ Abbie said. She pulled out her purse. ‘And now I can pay you.’

‘No, this one is still on us,’ Joy said, firmly. ‘What would you like?’ she asked Abbie’s saviour just as a tall, round-bellied man came out of the kitchen with two plates of egg and cress sandwiches for an elderly couple sitting by the door. ‘This is my husband, Harry,’ Joy told them. ‘And I can see you’re new to Littlewood too,’ she added to the blonde woman who had seated her daughter with their bags at the next table to Abbie.

‘I’m Eszter. This is Zoe. We’ve just arrived in England from Hungary.’

‘Well, we hardly ever get any newcomers and now we have three! Coffee?’

Joy took Eszter’s order and brought her drinks to the table. She glanced at Abbie who was marvelling at how delicious her brownie was. ‘You look so familiar; have we met before?’

Abbie shook her head. ‘No, but my sister Louise lives here.’

‘Is that Louise Morgan?’ Joy asked, her eyes lighting up.

‘That’s right, yes.’

Harry came over and put his arm around his wife. ‘We know Louise well, lovely girl, she helped looked after me in hospital and started coming in here then. Drinks too much coffee for a nurse, though.’

Abbie smiled. ‘It runs in the family.’

‘So, you’re here to stay with Louise, and what about you?’ Joy asked Eszter.

‘We’re here to see family too. Well, sort of family, anyway.’ She sipped her coffee with a nervous look on her face. She glanced at her daughter, who had long, fair hair and the same sharp eyes as her mother. ‘It was a bit of a rush decision to come here. We don’t even know where we’re going to stay.’ She bit her lip, then smiled quickly when Zoe looked at her. Abbie suspected she was putting a brave face on things and was intrigued by their story.

‘I’m sure we can help with that,’ Joy said. Then she clapped her hands together. ‘And, Abbie, I just remembered, you must put Eszter’s kindness to you up on the board,’ she said, gesturing to the large chalkboard that hung across one wall. It was filled with chalk scribbles in various styles of handwriting and colours.

‘What’s that?’

‘This is our Kindness Board. If anyone has an act of kindness done to them, they write it up on the board. We started it this summer and it’s already filling up. Eszter finding your bag is definitely worthy of being up there,’ Joy said, going back around the counter to make Louise’s regular coffee for her arrival. She held out a piece of chalk to Abbie.

‘A Kindness Board?’ Abbie glanced at her, wondering if it was a joke, but Joy told her to go on up. Sensing everyone’s eyes on her, Abbie went to the board and looked at some of the entries already up there. Feeling like she was back in school, she added Eszter’s random act of kindness to the board.

My lost handbag was returned to me by Eszter. Thank you for your act of kindness!

She added a smiley face to it.

‘And now you’ll have to pay her act of kindness forward,’ Joy said from behind her.

‘Huh?’

‘In Littlewood, if someone is kind to you, you repay their act by being kind to someone yourself.’

Abbie stared at Joy, wondering if she had walked into some kind of cult. ‘That’s a thing?’

Joy laughed. ‘We are trying to make it “a thing”, yes. Ever since Harry was in hospital, and the whole town rallied around us and helped us keep Brew going, we have tried to be kind to the community when we can. Harry thought having a board in here would encourage others to do the same.’

‘Is it working?’ Abbie was sceptical. She was certain no one had ever been what she would call ‘kind’ to a stranger back in London.

‘You’ll have to come back and tell me if it works for you.’ Joy went to serve another customer and Abbie watched her go, wondering if she was really expected to pay Eszter’s kindness forward.

Was kindness something that could be sprinkled around as if it was confetti?

Thank you Victoria my review of part one will follow soon. And thanks again for letting me share chapter one.

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Book Review: Snowy Nights at Castle Court By Holly Hepburn

Blurb: Sadie is a single mum, nursing a broken heart. Cat is burned out from working long hours as a chef. They decide to invest in their dream – running their own handmade biscuit shop in gorgeous Castle Court, a three-storey food court tucked away behind Chester’s bustling streets.

They soon discover that Castle Court has its own community – a little haven of delight against the stresses of the outside world. But not everyone welcomes the new business; the patisserie owner is less than pleased by what she sees as direct competition and Greg, who runs the fancy bistro that dominates one end of the courtyard, doesn’t think Sadie and Cat have the talent or business acumen to succeed. Luckily, there’s support in the form of the delectable Jaren, who owns the Dutch waffle house opposite Smart Cookies, and Swiss chocolate-shop owner, Elin. And if all else fails, the friends can drown their sorrows in the cocktail bar that overlooks the court.

Review: Holly Hepburn is another of those authors who just gets under my skin. When I read about this four part story I was excited and intrigued and I knew it would help me feel festive.

Especially when I saw the cover of the gorgeous first part – Snowy Nights at Castle Court.

I was spot on, on all counts. I instantly loved Sadie and Cat. Proper ying and yang best friends. I love their friendship and I love that they’ve made their dream come true in Smart Cookies. It sounds like the place I would end up in quite regularly.

What I must say before I go on is – this read will make you hungry. When I started this I was on a train with no access to anything and I almost instantly wanted a coffee and some biscuits.

Castle Court sounds like a gorgeous place although a few of the shop owners are a little bit frosty. I was saddened for Cat and Sadie when they received a less than impressive welcome by some of the owners. From Cat’s story I knew there was more to her time in France but I wasn’t prepared for her words, Sadie got to me as she was so hurt that Cat hadn’t reached out to her.

I just love the characters and I’m really enjoying the blossoming love interests but I will say No Sadie just NO! And now I have to wait 😦 it’s going to be agony – but what a treat it will be.

Another fantastic treat from the lovely Holly Hepburn I cannot wait for part two to ping through to my Kindle and I’m sorry that this review was half started and left for a while. It’s been such a crazy time for me of late, but sitting with a book and a brew and on the odd occasion something stronger has been the tonic I needed.

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Book and a Brew goodies…

So today I hoped to have posted a review but tomorrow I will make sure it happens.

My work day was kind of crazy and the evening has ran away from me. I’m currently reading a buddy read of You, Me, Everything which comes out next year and OMG it’s amazing.

So instead I want to talk to you about what I treated myself to. I have been wanting to purchase a Book and a Brew for ages and when I saw the Christmas box pop up I knew I had to.

I’m over the moon with my goodies. I didn’t know what to expect and I can safely say I will definitely be ordering again….I adore my gorgeously festive treats and can’t wait to get stuck in.

If like me you love books and tea then be sure to check it out http://www.bookandabrew.com/

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Random Acts of Kindness By Victoria Walters

So once again my blog post idea changed. After seeing this gorgeous pic of all four covers for each part of Random Acts Of Kindness I just had to share it with you all. I have the first part on my Kindle and I aimed to read it on release day at the beginning of December but my has it been a weird old time of late.

So if the covers aren’t enough here is the blurb….

Welcome to Littlewood, a small town community with a big heart. Abbie has fled London and the humiliation of not being able to make rent after being made redundant. Louise, seriously unlucky in love, has thrown herself into her career at the local hospital. And Eszter, who has travelled from Hungary with her daughter, Zoe, hopes to reach out to the mother-in-law she never met while her husband was still alive…

Can a little bit of kindness really change your life? Three very different women are about to find out…

Have you read part one? If so what are your thoughts I’m going to get on this as soon as I can.

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Blog Tour: Blackmail, Sex and Lies By Kathryn McMaster

Today on Hayley Reviews I am part of another of Rachel’s Random Resources blog tours.

I am lucky enough to have an extract of Blackmail, Sex and Lies….so without further ado…

The novel is based on the true story of the infamous Madeleine Hamilton Smith, a young socialite from Glasgow. In 1857, she was accused of murdering her working-class lover, Pierre Emile L’Angelier with arsenic.

In this excerpt Janet Smith, Madeleine’s mother, discovers that Madeleine is still involved with L’Angelier after she had been forbidden to see him. Will she now be the dutiful daughter she is expected to be, or will her rebellion continue to bring untold shame on her family?

‘Janet Hamilton Smith walked into the drawing room to find her daughter bent over the writing desk so engrossed in what she was doing that she failed to hear her mother’s swishing skirts, or her soft footsteps approaching from behind. She jumped as her mother spoke.

“Madeleine? What are you doing?

“My goodness, Mama! You scared me half to death. I didn’t hear you coming.”

“Who are you writing to?”

“Oh, just a friend,” she replied airily.

“You’re being evasive, Madeleine. To whom are you writing?”

Her mother stood at the table, while Madeleine obscured the contents of the letter with her left hand.

Her mother stretched out her hand, palm up.

“Give it to me, Madeleine. I fear you are not being entirely honest.”

“Mama, please! It is merely a letter to a friend. You remember Mary Buchanan? She wants to visit us soon and I was writing to tell her she could.”

“Then, if that is the case, you won’t mind me reading the letter, Madeleine.”

“Mama, of course you can read it; there’s nothing here of interest. And I’m sure Mama has more interesting things to do with her time than to read my silly prattle.”

“I don’t like your impertinence, Madeleine. Your behaviour of late has left a lot to be desired. I hope that you’ve not rekindled your relationship with that French scoundrel. I trust you’re obeying your papa’s instructions.”

“Of course, Mama, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I know you, Madeleine Hamilton Smith. You’re wilful, and it’ll be your downfall one day, God forgive me if it won’t. Now give me that letter.”

“I would prefer not to, Mama.”

“I’m not asking you, Madeleine, I’m telling you. Now give it to me.”

Madeleine was unsure if she was more surprised by the fact that her mother showed more strength of character than she gave her credit for, or whether she should be mortified for being caught out as a liar. Reluctantly, she slid the letter along the desk towards her.

Her mother’s hand, skin taut and blue veins pronounced, lifted the letter off the desk and read the few lines written in ink barely dry. A fairly innocuous letter in content but there was much fault with it. She stood for a long time in silence, staring hard at the page; reading the lines, and between the lines. Her free hand unconsciously covered her mouth in a sign of disbelief.

When she looked up, her eyes shone wet with tears. Madeleine swallowed hard, her cheeks burned.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I’m sorry for lying. I didn’t want you to know I was writing to Emile. I…”

Her mother cut her off with a flick of her hand.

“I cannot believe you would cross us so, knowing we forbade you to have any further dealings with this man. Why do you continue to be so rebellious, Madeleine?”

Her mother’s voice was icy cold; soaked in abhorrence and disdain, a voice foreign to Madeleine. Madeleine remained silent, her eyes fixed on the floor. She felt the heat on her cheeks resurge from the strong and unexpected rebuke.

“You refer to this man as your husband, Madeleine. What’s the meaning of this? Please tell me you’ve not brought further disgrace upon this family? Whatever do you mean by this? Tell me the truth, I implore you!”

Madeleine looked up.

“No, Mama. I swear. It’s my pet name for him. That is all. I love him, Mama. We love each other. We want to be married. He’s a gentleman, Mama. Emile would never to do anything to bring my name into disrepute. I wish you would try to know him. Give him a chance. Please, Mama! I beg of you! Meet him, for my sake. Help me with Papa. I’ll never be happy with another.”

“Now listen here, Madeleine Hamilton, marrying this man is out of the question. If you continue to see him your father will be quite within his right not only to disinherit you, but also to disown you. Is this what you want? To be cast out of the house like a fallen woman? Is this man worth forsaking everything – monetary comfort, losing your family, your friends? It has come to this now, Madeleine. You need to give your actions serious consideration. What about William Minnoch who has started paying you attention?”

“I care not a fig for my friends, or money, or for William Minnoch! If I could marry Emile I know I would be happy,” cried Madeleine between sobs.

“Don’t talk like a child, Madeleine! You have to start showing some maturity in this matter. Running off and marrying this penniless skilamalink will bring you nothing but financial ruin and a lot of personal misery. Your suggestion is unconscionable. Your father will have to hear about this. Your disobedience has tested me, and I cannot hide this from him. I cannot vouch for his reaction because not only will he be deeply saddened, Madeleine, he will also be exceedingly angry, and rightly so!”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Now remove yourself. I do not want to see you, or hear from you until dinner time. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“And if you think it is only your father who is disappointed, it is not. I cannot tell you, Madeleine, how deeply distressed and unhappy you’ve made me feel this afternoon. I feel as if I don’t even know you.” ’

So who would love an E-copy of this beauty just tell me why you want it? And the best comment will win.

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Christmas Traditions…..

Firstly so so sorry for missing yesterday. I haven’t been feeling great of late and if I’m brutally honest it’s kind of worried me. I had quite a productive reading day yesterday morning and later in the day I met my bestie for a gig – which sure was fun. I was meant to post but it slipped my mind and by the time I realised it was too late. Anyway thank you to everyone who voted on my poll on Twitter – so I decided to try and combine both something about me and Christmas and here it is.

This book has been in my family for as long as I can remember and the spine shows the love it has seen. We used to read this every Christmas Eve and now my sister reads it to my niece. So the tradition continues…..

What traditions do you have or have you had for Christmas?