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Stories that will make you smile: Morton S Gray

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A very warm welcome to fellow Apricot Plots author, Morton S Gray, as she shares an uplifting extract from The Truth Lies Buried.

Hello Morton, it’s lovely to have you back on my blog. How are you keeping in this strange new world? Do you have a top tip to promote wellbeing?

Hello, thank you for having me.

I normally spend a lot of time on my own and so this strange time has been a little bit of a challenge with five of us home working! My husband usually works abroad and this is the longest time we have spent together consecutively during our married life! My eldest son and his girlfriend moved in ‘temporarily’ at the beginning of the year when a house purchase went wrong and have had to stay much longer than they expected, both homeworking in my dining room. My youngest is studying for his A Levels and has been having online lessons.

So, I have found myself without my usual alone time thinking space, without my coffee shop writing time and having to spend far more time cooking than usual with five of us here for every meal. Having said that, I am grateful we are all safe and well and so far in work. And, while we have our ups and downs, we generally get on pretty well.

I’ve been taking solace in my crafts – weaving, soap making and now mask making. I’m never bored and always have far more to do than time to do it in and I give thanks for that at the moment too.

My tip to promote wellbeing is to get out into nature for a walk each day and to notice the wildflowers and birds. Things change subtly every day and there are always new colours and things to make you smile.

Wow, what a busy house! After a trip to the beach early this morning, I have to agree, taking time to be out in nature definitely helps.

Reading, of course, is also a great occupation during lockdown, could you tell us a little about your latest novel?

I’m going to talk about my second novel, The Truth Lies Buried, a romantic suspense novel, which tells the story of Jenny Simpson and Carver Rodgers as they uncover secrets from their past.

This is what it says on the back of the book –

Two children in a police waiting room, two distressed mothers, a memory only half remembered…

When Jenny Simpson returns to the seaside town of Borteen, her childhood home, it’s for a less than happy reason. But it’s also a chance for her to start again.

A new job leads to her working for Carver Rodgers, a man who lives alone in a house that looks like it comes from the pages of a fairy tale – until you see the disaster zone inside …

As Jenny gets to know Carver she begins to unravel the sadness that has led to his chaotic existence. Gradually they realise they have something in common that is impossible to ignore – and it all links back to a meeting at a police station many years before.

Could the truth lie just beneath their feet?

I have read and enjoyed it, but, for those who haven’t read it yet, could you share an uplifting extract?

The extract below is the point where Jenny Simpson meets Carver Rodgers in The Truth Lies Buried:

With renewed determination, she went back down the steps and across the clearing, weaving through the trees in the direction of the overwhelming sound of the saw.

Another clearing lay ahead and she noticed a man moving. As she got closer, she could see he wore faded blue overalls, huge ear defenders and goggles. With movements reminiscent of a boxer trying to decide when to strike, he appeared to be sizing up a tree trunk propped up on the ground. The chainsaw purred in his hands and his body braced as he moved in and connected with the wood. Shavings rained through the air.

The howl of the saw began to make her head thud and her pulse race. Watching the man carving was like observing an intimate scene between lovers, as he shaped the log. There was something fascinating about the undulations of his back and his deliberate movements, as his strong arms handled the heavy saw like a paintbrush. She watched mesmerised as the shape of a bird began to emerge from the wooden block. The man ducked and dived, wielding the saw with obvious skill. Jenny’s best pair of smart shoes sank deeper into the muddy leaf mould as she waited patiently for him to notice her.

Suddenly, a huge grey dog leapt out of the undergrowth. The animal was as tall as Jenny when it jumped up, close enough for her to see flashes in his eyes. She backed against a tree, her heart in her mouth, stifling a scream. The dog circled around her, barking and snarling. Climbing out of harm’s way was impossible in her tight skirt, even if she could climb a tree. Enormous teeth came close to her face and saliva dripped from the animal’s jaws. Jenny clutched her handbag in front of her and stood as still as she could, given that she was shaking so violently. Scared of passing out, she closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle.

After what seemed a lifetime, during which she’d had plenty of time to imagine being eaten by the baying dog, the chainsaw silenced.

‘Wilf, away. Come here, you mangy beast.’

Jenny chanced opening her eyes. The dog retreated instantly in response to the man’s words. She sank down to the ground, her terror taking away all care for her suit.

The chainsaw man came towards her, removing his ear defenders as he walked. He took off his goggles, revealing slate grey eyes that showed concern, but maybe a hint of amusement too. Wood shavings coated his long curly hair.

‘Are you all right? I wasn’t expecting visitors.’

Jenny stuttered when she finally found her voice. ‘You w-weren’t ex-expecting me?’

‘No.’

‘But you rang me? Unless I have totally the wrong place.’ Her voice sounded much higher in pitch than normal.

A look of puzzlement passed across his features and then his whole body tensed.

‘You’re the cleaning lady. My brother-in-law, Kieron, said he’d rung you. I’d completely forgotten.’

Jenny attempted a smile, while she contemplated how she felt about being called a cleaning lady.

He took off a thick glove and extended his hand. ‘Carver.’

Was that his name? The ‘C’ from the heart above the house door?

Jenny couldn’t decide if he intended for her to shake his hand or to use it to haul herself from the ground. She grabbed his palm and pulled. Her skirt made an ominous ripping sound as he lifted her to her feet. Meanwhile, she was puzzled by the tingles that ran up her fingers in response to his touch.

‘Jenny Simpson.’ She was annoyed at how weak and squeaky her voice sounded.

He nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. On one side of his face there was a scar that went over his jawline and disappeared beneath his overalls. Trying not to stare, she dislodged her shoes once again from the mud. He had an unkempt look, definitely needed a haircut, but somehow all her eyes saw was the wound. How did you ask someone about such a thing? How did you get your scar? could be considered a rather personal question after only five minutes of acquaintance. The mark began on his bottom lip and that part of the scar was silvered. Goodness, she was staring at his lips. Jenny began to feel hot with embarrassment.

Carver, thankfully, appeared unaware. ‘Come up to the house and I’ll show you around. You’ll probably run a mile rather than take on the job, or that was my sister-in-law’s opinion in any case.’

She trailed after his boot prints, keeping a wary eye on the dog, who now followed close on her heels, as if daring her to step out of line. She felt so far removed from the cool, calm, businesslike image she’d hoped to portray. She wished she could rewind to when she first rang the doorbell; this time Carver would open the door when she knocked.

They reached the building, he whistled twice and Wilf trotted obediently to a large kennel inside a fenced area beneath the wooden structure. Carver drew a latch across the gate to contain the dog.

He bounded lithely up the steps and pushed open the front door. It hadn’t been locked, Jenny realised, but it only opened halfway and they had to squeeze through the gap into the house. A mountain of unopened post towered against the wall behind the door. She debated whether to remove her mud-caked shoes, but Carver didn’t take off his boots and the floor looked little different to the forest floor anyway, so she didn’t bother.

He led the way down the central hallway. Jenny spied a living room with every surface piled high with books, magazines and an assortment of stuff. The kitchen was full of dirty dishes, takeaway bags and plastic trays, liberally peppered with empty beer cans. It didn’t smell particularly pleasant. She tried not to let Carver see her wrinkling her nose against the odour.

She’d never seen a house in such a state, even in her student days. It was almost scary. Was she really going to agree to clean up this mess, this … total devastation?

Carver turned and she schooled her face so as not to reveal her shock. She wished she could stop her gaze travelling to his scar, as she was wondering what sort of accident or attack had caused his disfigurement. Pity, he was a good- looking man, when he wasn’t scowling. She forced herself to meet his eyes.

‘Can you do anything with this place? It was my in-laws’ idea to get a cleaner. I’m not too bothered, to be honest, but they suggested a thorough sort out and then regular maintenance. What do you think?’

Jenny searched for a tactful reply. ‘It will be … a … challenge.’

He sort of grinned, or was it a grimace?

All her senses were telling her to walk away, this was a big job, but she badly needed a new start and something about Carver intrigued her, not just his scar. ‘Will you want me to do every room? Or are there no go areas?’

‘If you are going to take on the job, I guess we may as well do it properly. My wife … died … I haven’t been able to face sorting her things. Could you do that for me too, or rather help me to do it? I’m sure it might be easier with someone standing over me.’

‘Oh, I’m so sorry. My condolences. How long ago did she die?’ At least this gave a reason for the state of the house.

‘Nearly three years now.’ He looked away and rubbed at his eyes.

Her heart contracted at his so obvious pain.

He turned back. ‘When can you start?’ There was a definite crack in his voice.

‘We haven’t discussed my rates yet.’

‘Kieron said twelve pounds an hour.’

‘That’s my normal rate for simple cleaning.’ Wow, she was talking as if she did this all the time.

He frowned. ‘I guess this isn’t a simple cleaning job.’

What a great extract. To add to your teaser, here’s my review of The Truth Lies Buried:

I really enjoyed my first visit to Borteen Bay in The Girl on the Beach, and so I was greatly looking forward to reading The Truth Lies Buried. It certainly didn’t disappoint.

The two main characters grow as the story progresses, as does your empathy for them as you read. Carver was a good male lead, strong and yet sensitive, with a backstory that explains his state of mind and the manner to which he has become accustomed to living, before Jenny enters (or re-enters his life). He also has a dog, which in my opinion, is a bonus in any book.

The story and action unfold at a steady pace, with some lovely tender moments along the way. With likeable characters, a wonderful setting (I’d quite like to live in Borteen Bay) and a good amount of intrigue to hold you to the end, it’s an absorbing read.

The Truth Lies Buried is available now from all eBook platforms, as a paperback and audiobook, see Choc Lit | Amazon Kindle | Kobo | Apple iBooks

Finally, what can we expect from you next?

For those who have read my three published titles, The Girl on the Beach, The Truth Lies Buried and Christmas at Borteen Bay, all set in my fictional seaside town of Borteen, my next novel features two characters you will recognise – Mandy Vanes, who runs the Owl Corner craft centre and teenager, Nick Crossten. The novel begins when Nick turns up at Owl Corner saying that his mother has gone away leaving him to fend for himself and he’s being followed by a man who says he is Nick’s father.

Very exciting times ahead, and I wish you every success with the continuation of the Borteen series. Thank you so much for stopping by. xx

About the author:

Morton lives with her husband, two sons and Lily, the tiny white dog, in Worcestershire, U.K. She has been reading and writing fiction for as long as she can remember, penning her first attempt at a novel aged fourteen. She is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and The Society of Authors.

Her debut novel The Girl on the Beach was published after she won the Choc Lit Publishing Search for a Starcompetition. This story follows a woman with a troubled past as she tries to unravel the mystery surrounding her son’s new headteacher, Harry Dixon. The book is available as a paperback and e-book.

Morton’s second book for Choc Lit The Truth Lies Buried is another romantic suspense novel, The book tells the story of Jenny Simpson and Carver Rodgers as they uncover secrets from their past. This book is available as an e-book, paperback and audiobook.

Christmas at Borteen Bay is Morton’s first Christmas novella. It is set in her fictional seaside town of Borteen and follows the story of Pippa Freeman, who runs the Rose Court Guesthouse with her mother, and local policeman Ethan Gibson, as they unravel a family secret as Christmas approaches.

Morton previously worked in the electricity industry in committee services, staff development and training. She has a Business Studies degree and is a fully qualified Clinical Hypnotherapist and Reiki Master. She also has diplomas in Tuina acupressure massage and energy field therapy. She enjoys crafts, history and loves tracing family trees. Having a hunger for learning new things is a bonus for the research behind her books.

You can find out more about Morton and her work via: website | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Apricot Plots

Stories that will make you smile: Jan Brigden

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A very warm welcome to Jan Brigden as she celebrates the release of her novel, If I Ever Doubt You.

Hello Jan, how are you keeping in this strange new world? Do you have a top tip to promote wellbeing?

Well I’m a bit of an introvert so have found the peace and solitude quite comforting. I’m used to my own company as most writers are. My husband Dave can’t work at the moment so the two of us have been on some soul-soothing and very scenic walks. We live in a town but it’s amazing how many green and fairly secluded walks there are on our doorstep. I miss all my family and friends.  Mum and Dad are safely cocooned at home for their own protection. When I feel a dip in my mood, I console myself with knowing that when we’re liberated from this crazy, unnerving experience, we’ll all have the biggest hugs ever.

My top tip to promote wellbeing would be to not let those pesky negative or worrying thoughts spiral. Don’t dwell on the what ifs, let them pass and focus on the now/reality.

That sounds like a good idea to me!

I loved As Weekends Go, and so was super excited to hear you were releasing a sequel, tell us a little about your latest novel:

If I Ever Doubt You is the sequel to As Weekends Go but can be read as a standalone novel. It follows the ongoing relationship between small town divorcee Rebecca Dunning and big league professional footballer Alex Heath. How will Rebecca cope with the reality of living a life so different from her own; the pre-judgement, the jealousy, the doubts and fears? Alex may be unstereotypical given the reputation of some of his fellow footballers, but can their love survive the emotional turbulence of outside influences?

OO it sounds great, could you share an uplifting extract?

They resurfaced an hour later with Alex declaring that he was taking Rebecca for a late lunch at Hawksley Manor – a statement that set her off jumping around the bedroom partly with joy, her staple reaction to any potential revisit, especially alone with Alex – and partly to freshen up, dress and get out of the apartment in half an hour so they stood some chance of arriving there before lunchtime service ceased in the main restaurant. York’s outer ring road traffic could be monstrous.

The staff at Hawksley Manor would no doubt accommodate them even if they rocked up late, as had previously happened at a different establishment, much to Alex’s embarrassment; another thing Rebecca loved about him – his refusal to exploit taking advantage. She knew he was neither naïve nor hypocritical enough to think his name, position and profession couldn’t open doors and opportunities or that he hadn’t, on occasion, utilised and enjoyed those very privileges, but the less gushing and fawning he could maintain in his day-to-day life, the better.

Rebecca loved Hawksley Manor’s long, tree-lined drive, the sight of the fountain sparkling up ahead, the sound of it tinkling as they drove around it and into the car park, the majesty of the manor itself never failing to lift the hairs on her arms.

Our special place.

How often during the darkest moments of her divorce, the endless tears and doubts and fears, the brave faces, the ache in her belly for Alex whenever they’d parted, never really knowing for sure if the two of them could sustain their unity, had she taken comfort in the memories of that magical weekend they’d first set eyes upon each other, images of them together, every look, every conversation between them, the chemistry, how her mind, heart, and gut had screamed its significance. It made her shudder with horror to think that if she’d never accepted Abi’s original invitation to spend the weekend there, she and Alex would never have met.

‘Penny for your thoughts?’ Alex said to her now, cutting the engine and laying his hand over hers in the lap of her coral tie-dye sundress.

She smiled across at him from the passenger seat. ‘What do you think?’

He nodded, glanced ahead through the tinted windscreen at the manor, and squeezed her hand. ‘Great minds think alike.’

To buy: Amazon | Kobo | iBooks

If I Ever Doubt You is my current read, what can we expect from you next?

I am currently working on a Christmas novella which I hope to have submitted in time for this year’s festivities, fingers crossed. If not, next year’s. I’m also outlining a third contemporary novel.

That sounds great, best of luck with it, and every success with If I Ever Doubt You. Thank you for stopping by. xx

About the author:

Jan Brigden lives in South East London with her husband and motley crew of cuddly toys. Jan’s written for pleasure from a young age; short stories for classmates, odes for workmates, fun quizzes for family and friends, progressing to the contemporary uplifting dramas she writes today.

The idea for her debut novel, As Weekends Go, sprang from a script she composed as part of a creative writing course assignment via The Writers Bureau. The novel went on to be published by award winning UK independent publishers Choc-lit after winning their Search for a Star competition.

Jan’s latest novel, If I Ever Doubt You, also published by Choc Lit, is the sequel to her debut.

An avid reader, reviewer and all round book devotee, Jan is also one eighth of online writing group The Romaniacs who successfully self-published an anthology of short stories and flash fiction entitled ‘Romaniac Shorts: Fashionably Brief’.

Discover more about Jan Brigden and her work here: Twitter | Facebook | Website

Don’t miss Morton S Gray, when she stops by to share an uplifting extract on May 29th. xxx

Review of Lorraine Wilson’s, JoJo’s French Escape.

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Today, I am delighted to join the blog tour for JoJo’s French Escape by Lorraine Wilson.

The blurb:

Trapped in paradise…

For twelve months JoJo Grant has been hiding from a secret too shameful to share.  And whilst her sanctuary might be the beautiful French countryside, JoJo has a horrible feeling that her peace is about to be shattered…because bursting into her life is the hottest celebrity chef around – Callum O’Connor.

Callum knows all about JoJo’s past, her time as a reality star, the scandal that has dogged her, but he isn’t sure why she’s still hiding?  After spending time with Jojo, it’s obvious to him that she has nothing to be ashamed of – she just needs to be a little braver…
But as much as JoJo likes Callum, he thrives on the glare of the outside world.  Can JoJo let go of her past…with Callum by her side?

My review:

I enjoyed Jojo’s story and her journey back to regaining her self-confidence. While there are darker moments, based on her past experiences, the author balances these well. As the plot unfolds, friendship, puppies and positivity become the key focus of the story. And then there is the very lovely Callum O’Connor, who, as a celebrity chef with plenty of swoon appeal, causes more than what’s cooking to sizzle in the kitchen. As you’d expect from Lorraine Wilson, there is plenty of heat and spice in this book, making for a fab read and ideal escapism.

Click to buy: Amazon UK |

This book is the second in the Place in the sun series, see my review of book #1, Poppy’s Place in the Sun here.

About the author:

Lorraine Wilson writes flirty, feel-good fiction for One More Chapter, a HarperCollins imprint – and is unashamedly fond of happy endings. She loves hearing from readers and feels incredibly grateful to be doing the job she always dreamt of.

She splits her time between the South of France and Cambridgeshire and is usually either writing or reading while being sat on, walked over or barked at by one of her growing band of rescue dogs.

You can find out more about Lorraine and her work, via Facebook | Twitter

This review was added to NetGalley, Amazon UK and Goodreads. Thank you, to Lorraine Wilson for the fab read, and also to Rachel of Rachel’s Random Resources, and One More Chapter for the advance copy of JoJo’s French Escape.

 

Stories that will make you smile: Kirsten Hesketh

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A big welcome to Kirsten Hesketh, as she shares an uplifting extract from her exciting debut novel, Another Us. 

Hello Kirsten, how are you keeping in this strange new world? Do you have a top tip to promote wellbeing?

Hello Carol. We’re all OK thank you and I hope you are too. I’ve found myself in the slightly strange position of having a fuller house than normal as daughter’s A levels have been cancelled and my son is home from university. Also having my debut come out next week in this very strange new world takes some getting used to. Part of me wants to celebrate this lifelong dream coming true and part of me feels that that is so totally inappropriate with everything else that is going on – so I flip between the two.

I don’t have any real tips to promote wellbeing save to say that as emotions and moods can change so quickly, it’s best to take it one day at a time. I have also found my daily walks in the beautiful Chilterns to be a life-saver.

Can you tell us a little about the story?

My latest novel is also my debut novel and it is being published by Canelo on May 14th. Another Us is the – hopefully – ‘funny, compassionate and poignant’ story of a marriage under pressure. Emma and Daniel’s son, Jack, has just been diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome and Emma is horrified to discover that 80% of such marriages are doomed to fail. Can she save her own marriage against the odds?

It sounds a great read, could you share an uplifting extract?

Sure. This is the beginning of the book – which I hope fits the bill:

‘Mum?’ Jack stopped stirring his Coco Pops and stared at the plumber. Chocolate milk dripped from his spoon and Jack blotted it with the forearm of his sweatshirt. ‘Mum, why is that man so ugly?’

The moment hung, poised, like the one droplet of brown milk about to plop off the edge of the table. 

Of course, it had to happen now; on a Monday morning when I hadn’t engaged my brain and there was breakfast to finish, teeth and hands to clean and bags to gather before school. And it would be thisparticular Monday morning, September 14th. The date that had been eyeballing me from the calendar for weeks. At least Freddie, our teenager, had already taken himself off to school. He would have cackled with loud, delighted laughter and made the whole thing twice as bad.

If that was possible. 

What were the options?

Think, Emma.

Think!

Plan One: ignore the question and move on. But eight-year-old Lily was rigid with appalled fascination and the plumber was staring at me in mute humiliation, so this was unlikely to do the trick.

Plan Two: the whispered apology. ‘So sorry. Jack tends to blurt stuff out. Tells you how it is.’ No. No.Definitely not an option. Jack was right; the plumber was – how could I put this nicely? – aesthetically challenged. Bald pate. Receding chin. Protruding teeth. How on earth could I say anything without making it twice as bad?

Plan Three: ‘Jack, sweetie,’ I said. ‘You must stop calling everyone ugly. It’s getting very boring.’

That was quite clever.

But Jack just screwed up his face. ‘Don’t lie, Mum,’ he said. ‘I’ve never said it before.’

The plumber gave us all a ‘look’ and went upstairs without a backward glance. 

There was no Plan Four.

With a teenager with Aspergers I think it sounds a great read. We’ve had this situation when my daughter told a close family member they were fat 🙂 I’ve preordered my copy and can’t wait to read it. Find out more and preorder Another Us here.

What can we expect from you next?

Something quite different. I’m thrilled to have signed a two book deal with Hodder for a story set in London during the First World War. The first will be published in 2021.

Oh Wow! Congratulations, how exciting.

Thanks so much, Kirsten, for stopping by and best of luck with Another Us and your WWI story.

About the author:

Kirsten Hesketh has a background in advertising and now runs her own consultancy specialising in psychological interviewing and focus groups. Over the past 25 years, she has interviewed the Great British public on everything from Rolos to razors.

Married with a teenage son, daughter and two exceptionally fluffy moggies, Kirsten is also a keen amateur archaeologist and loves to spend her weekends hacking through the mud on a local Roman dig. She is also a staunch supporter of Wycombe Wanderers – especially when they are winning!

Another Us is her debut novel.

Discover more about Kirsten and her work, here: Facebook | Twitter | website | Sister Scribes.

Don’t miss author Lucy Keeling, sharing an extract from her latest novel, on Friday 15th May! xx

Stories that will make you smile: Jane Cable

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This week, I am delighted to welcome, my good friend Jane Cable to my blog, to share an uplifting extract from her forthcoming novel, Endless Skies.


How are you keeping in this strange new world? Do you have a top tip to promote wellbeing?

Because I normally work at home and I don’t have any family I visit regularly, lockdown is easier for me than it is for many people. Plus I can walk in beautiful countryside from my own front door, and that certainly helps to maintain a positive frame of mind – as does chatting with friends on audio and video calls. My top tip is to be as kind to yourself as you are to others – don’t sweat the small stuff and cut yourself some slack.

I love your tip, and I love the cover for your latest novel (revealed just last week), can you tell us a little about the story?

Endless Skies is a contemporary romance looking back to World War Two, set in the Lincolnshire heartland of Bomber Command. Archaeology lecturer Rachel has a habit of bad relationships (I think we all have friends like that!) and even with her most recent affair costing her her job she is reluctant to change her attitude towards men. But as the history of a former airfield begins to haunt her and she meets octogenarian Esther, she begins to wonder if the lessons of the past could teach her something too.

It sounds a great read, could you share an uplifting extract?

After a week in Lincoln, twiddling my thumbs and waiting for term to start, boredom has become my enemy and I’m in danger of the wine bottle becoming my only friend. As ever, running is my saviour, my sanity check. Pounding the pavements and towpaths in the autumn sunlight lifts my spirits and makes me feel rather less alone.

Tonight I decide to try the other side of the canal. My route crosses the road bridge that cuts the university campus in two, separating the student union and lecture blocks from the serried ranks of identical halls of residence. By Monday the place will be teeming with students and at least some of my days will be governed by timetables, thank the lord.

The road loops around the back of the buildings to the towpath. I pound alongside the water, my steps in time with the lap of the swell against the holiday barges. Then my route swerves behind a boatyard I hadn’t noticed from the other bank and I’m briefly shaded by trees. Out in the open again a car creeps along behind me so I divert onto the grass to let it pass.

The big black houseboat is impossible to miss, its Cornish flag fluttering in the breeze. The guitar player is flicking ash from his cigarette into the water. I look away, towards the makeshift allotments squeezed between the towpath and the railway, so I don’t see the terrier trotting alongside me until I have almost fallen over it.

I stop and gaze at the bright little eyes staring up at me and the wagging tail.

“Don’t mind him,” the guitarist calls. “He likes a run. He’ll go with you if I don’t call him back.”

“Doesn’t bother me.”

The man laughs. “Me neither. Don’t worry if you lose him — he knows his way home.”

The terrier is undemanding company as he scampers along, claws clicking on the concrete. Sometimes he races into the undergrowth and once he stops to bark at a train. The towpath on this side of the canal is quiet; most of the boats deserted, already shut up for winter perhaps, canvas stretched tightly over their decks. Eventually the road becomes a grassy track before petering out at a low industrial building with an elongated pond behind it. I watch a family of swans feed in front of the sluice gates before retracing my steps, the terrier once again at my heels.

Now there are two men sitting on the deck at the back of the barge. The otherbloke is much younger than the guitarist.

“Brought Toast back then?” the older man calls.

I stop to draw breath before answering. “You were right — he’s no trouble — quite good company, in fact.”

“You can take him any time you’re passing — just give him a shout.”

The younger man is leaning against the rail and I am acutely conscious of my none too clean leggings and the sweat-marks on my lycra top.

“Well, Jem,” he says, “perhaps we should offer our new friend a beer for her trouble.”

“Another time — right now I need a shower. I… I live opposite… not far…” I feel myself crumble beneath those black, black eyes.

“I know,” he says. “I’ve seen you.”

I try to recover myself. “Yes… well… you’ll see me again.” And I take off down the path at what I hope looks like an untroubled pace.

Oh goodness, that has got me hooked. I’ve preordered my copy and can’t wait to read it. To find out more about Endless Skies, and to preorder (release date 27/7/20) click here.

What can we expect from you next?

I have just completed my first dual timeline novel, which will be published by Sapere towards the end of the year. It’s set in 1815 and 2015 when two very different women arrive in Cornwall… but when you’re a stranger in a new place, how do you know who to trust? If I tell you the working title of the book is The Man Who Talks to Ghosts it will give you quite a big hint about one of the main protagonists!

I will look forward to it. Thanks so much, Jane, for stopping by and best of luck with Endless Skies; as our friend Caroline James says, ‘it’s got best seller written all over it!’.

About the author:

Jane Cable writes romance with a twist of mystery under the overall banner of ‘the past is never dead.’ Jane published her first two novels independently and has since been signed by Sapere Books. She is an active member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and moved to Cornwall almost three years ago, where she lives with her husband. When not locked down they enjoy exploring the county’s history, visiting pubs and restaurants, and travelling abroad.

Discover more about Jane and her work, here: Facebook | Twitter | website | Apricot Plots | Sister Scribes .

Don’t miss author Kirsten Hesketh, sharing an extract from her debut novel, Another Us, on Friday 8th May! xx