Up to now I’ve kept fairly quiet about my latest novel; quietly beavering away at it in my writer's cave, sometimes wondering if it
would ever see the light of day.
But here it is at last!
And it’s available for pre-order on Amazon now.
The Blurb:
When Hannah’s house is burgled, she gains as much as she
loses: she meets Jan, her reserved Dutch neighbour and successful antiques
dealer, and Callum, the detective in charge of the case; then finds some hidden
letters to her dead grandmother that take her on a roller-coaster ride of
discoveries.
As Hannah juggles the attentions of the two men now firmly
in her life, she works to uncover the secrets of the past, only to find this
encroaches on the present in unexpected ways.
And then there are the two men in her life, both vying for
her attention, both hiding things from her and each other. What does Callum really know about Jan? What is Jan hiding from everyone? And what did her grandmother—whose house it
once was—hide from the world?
As if Hannah doesn’t have enough mysteries to solve, her
best friend Rachel enlists her help in solving her marital crisis, while her
pleasure-seeking mother seems intent on finding her a husband.
With so many skeletons rattling the door of Hannah’s house,
can she unravel these mysterious threads and reveal the truth, changing her
life forever?
Excerpt:
“Have you
seen any more of your Good Samaritan neighbour?”
I caught
the hint of sarcasm in his tone.
“No, but
then, as you no doubt established, he probably has a better view of my house from
his balcony than I do of his flat.”
He raised
an eyebrow and I’m sure I detected a fleeting spark of amusement in his light
brown eyes. “The reason I ask is that I
understand his auction house has a substantial art deco collection catalogued
in the next public auction. If I’m
right, that’s scheduled for next Wednesday.
I thought he might have told you, in case you wanted to replace some of
your stolen items.”
The sting
hit like a double whammy. In the first
place, hearing this from him, rather than Jan hurt, and the second pain—a more
prolonged ache—was the guilt at not protecting my grandmother’s treasures
better. I felt I’d lost a part of her
that I wish I could have preserved.
Replacing her material legacy was not high on my agenda, but no one seemed
to understand that. The house felt that
bit emptier without them, but replacing them with similar items would not make
that any better. I needed the original
items back, not copies. And that’s when
it struck me.
Grandma’s
stolen pieces were not the sort of items that were going to be melted down and
made into a different form. They weren’t
great works of art, but they were genuine collectors’ items that had value to
someone in the art world. My grandmother
had left them to us, to my mother, my sister and me with love. They belonged here, in Grandma’s house and
that’s exactly where they should be returned.
Now I had a mission, to hunt down my grandmother’s legacy item by item,
and return everything to its rightful place.
Check out my website for details of my other titles
or
My Amazon author page
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