Category: Contemporary Fiction, Romance, Book Review
Sophia Perkins gives up her job as a teacher to realise a life-long dream of owning a second-hand bookshop. Free from the wearying monotony of marking until the early hours and swallowing the disappointment of trying to educate disinterested young minds, she embraces her new life.
This new story with a warm vintage feel brings to mind the age-old saying: Be careful what you wish for…
Mr Portobello’s Morning Paper is a lovely story. I saw it featured on Joanne’s blog and scooted off to Amazon straight away. It centres around Sophia Perkins. Still grieving the loss of her parents, as well as feeling disillusioned with trying to teach classes of seemingly indifferent children, she gives notice, leaves her job and fulfils a long held dream of owning her own second hand bookshop.
Category: Contemporary Fiction, Romance, Book Review
Escape to the Highland Coral Beach – where broken hearts can be healed
Beatrice Halliday needs a break from life. Booking a trip to the Highlands on a whim, Beatrice hopes learning Gaelic in a beautiful Scottish village might help her heal her grief after losing her baby, her husband and her much loved job in a space of months.
For the past two of her ten year marriage, Beatrice Halliday has been getting progressively more broody. Now, at last, she has a positive pregnancy test and can’t wait for her husband, Rich, to get home.
In the spotlight today is newly released Physiology of Love, a contemporary romance.
About the Book
Dr. Hardik Kashyap is looking forward to a new job and to deepen his friendship with lovely Dr. Aashita when he joins as HOD in Physiology at Central Medical Institute. Unfortunately, his expectations smash to bits. His start at his new post is far from amiable, and as for Dr. Aashita, she sends a shower of angry sparks his way at every meeting.
He is willing to keep things at the friendship level, but it seems nothing works with her.
As a physiologist, he’s well versed in the regulations of the body functions and the working of the mind, but he just can’t seem to get a handle on the physiology of love.
ThrowbackThursday this week features a book I enjoyed very much. It was published in 2012.
It’s the latter half of the nineteenth century and Annie Haddon is travelling across America in a stagecoach, corseted, with layers of petticoats and to make matters worse, wearing hat and gloves. The heat is stifling, not to mention the company. Her Aunt Bea and cousin Charlotte included. Annie didn’t even know why they were making a side trip to Texas when they were bound for New York. Not that Annie was in any hurry to reach New York, as the man her aunt intended to marry her off to awaited them. At twenty-seven Annie was considered almost beyond hope in the marriage stakes. A woman of her age who reads and holds her own opinions and especially one who is a cripple, had to take what she could get, according to her ‘loving’ relations.
Swamp Ghosts was the first book I read by Marcia Meara and I’ve enjoyed every one since. It was published in 2014 and is a romantic suspense novel, with the emphasis on suspense.
Maggie Devlin, after a horrendous and violent marriage, has been happily single for the last eight years. She owns and skippers an eco tour boat, the Undine, taking tourists out on the St John’s River and into the Florida swamps, to check out the varied plant and animal life. Along with the boat, her father left her a battered old truck and his heavily mortgaged house. The business is virtually bankrupt and that’s why, when local photographer, Gunnar Wolfe, shows up at the quay one day wanting to hire Maggie as his guide, against her better judgement, she accepts.
Category: Urban Fantasy, Witchcraft, Earth Magic, Romance, Book Review
Although not a spellworker herself, magic had always been part of Jenna’s life, guiding and nurturing her childhood. Her mother, Nina was a member of The Order of Spellworkers and Druids, enforcing the laws of the magical community. But six winter solstices ago Nina was murdered. Six winter solstices ago the other members of The Order died or disappeared. And six winter solstices ago Jenna banished magic from her life, fleeing back home to Orkney.
Jenna Henderson, duty manager in charge of tourism at Maeshowe burial chamber, one of the Neolithic wonders of Orkney, was about to have a meeting with Dr Winston Grant, an archeologist working on a dig on the island…and, initially unbeknownst to her, also a druid. Jenna was distraught when evidence of a magic ritual was discovered in the burial chamber along with pages from a book written by her late mother Nina, that went missing the day she was found drowned.
Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Chasing Moonbeams in Merriment Bay, courtesy of Rachel’s Random Resources.
Chasing Moonbeams in Merriment Bay is the second book in the series. I hadn’t read the first one and found myself struggling a little to begin with, not knowing the all character dynamics. The Merriment Bay books cross over with the Wintersleap series so there are characters and storylines I’m familiar with, which did help. This story focuses on the Devon family—matriarch Mary, her daughter Cat, and Cat’s daughter Kyra.
Spreading the word and re-posting my review for Clover Cottage. Right about now we could probably all do with some heart warming, uplifting stories and Clover Cottage fits the bill. It’s a book that gives you a hug and can be purchased for just 99p on BookBub. Although it’s the third book in the wonderful Love Heart Lane series, Clover Cottage can be read as a stand alone.
Today I have an extract from Trust in You as part of the blog tour organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
‘Why not?’ he asks me nosily, shifting to give me his full attention. ‘Have you never—’
‘Can we change the subject?’ I ask a little too brightly, cutting him off.
‘Sure.’ He grins. Oh God, how much more embarrassing can this get? ‘You know, a lot of guys find that a real turn on,’ Dan says smoothly, watching me astutely. I almost choke on my beer. Ok, I was wrong before, it could get more embarrassing.
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ I mutter, trying to cut the conversation dead.