The House at Greenacres
contemporary fiction, romance, humour
All roads lead home…
When Holly Dryden fled Penhallow Sands nearly a year ago she was determined to put the past – and Rich Turner – behind her. But now an unexpected loss and financial trouble has led her back to the family vineyard and it’s time to tell Rich the truth – he’s a father.
Surrounded by the memories of what they once shared Holly’s anger fades in the glow of Rich’s undeniable love for their son and the way he selflessly steps in to help the vineyard out of trouble. As Holly watches Rich flourish in his new role as father to baby Luke, she realises that though they can’t change the past, the future is still theirs to write…
An uplifting, emotional Cornwall-set romance perfect for fans of Holly Martin and Phillipa Ashley
This is a gentle second chance romance, set in Cornwall and
It is cosy in style and written so as to be fairly
contemporary in language but not explicit in behaviour – the behaviour is
implied as we have 2 pregnancies before marriage in it!
It is very family oriented and lauds the benefits of living
within a multi-generational household unit – even though this can be very
problematic as my mother-in-law would have attested if she admitted it… her
mother being a tyrant..
Overall a very pleasant story and style, but for me a little
too sweet, I prefer more drama and bite.
Amanda Cadabra and The Cellar of Secrets
(The Amanda Cadabra Cozy Paranormal Mysteries) #2
humour, fantasy, female sleuths
(24 Dec. 2018)
Amanda Cadabra, asthmatic furniture restorer and covert witch with irascible feline familiar, always said that was no place for a research centre. The lost village in Madley Wood, where the leaves don’t grow, and the birds don’t sing.
An old secret. A new build. A body. Only one witness. Only one person who can see that witness: Amanda Cadabra.
Only one place that can tell the story: the Cellar of Secrets, in 1940. And only one person who can go there: Amanda Cadabra. With, of course, only one grumpy cat.
Only one person who might help: the personable but intractable Inspector Trelawney. But this is a peaceful English village … who would do anything as criminal as murder? Will she find them before they find her?
Please note that to help the reader to be immersed in Amanda's world, this British-set story, by a British author, uses British English spelling, grammar and usage, and includes accents, dialects and a magical language.
Well not abracadabra of course… What a strange name, but of course, one that is very memorable.
So we have a cosy mystery novel set in a strange village with ghosts and witches and hidden secrets.
At times, I thought I was reading a book for teenagers or for US readers who wanted to have a traditional English village with all the traditional English characters in it. Including funny names and so on.
That said, it was an enjoyable and humorous tale with engaging lead characters – Amanda herself and her feline familiar and the detective who can’t know the real truth about witch-craft, but sort of knows about ghosts.
A Testament to Murder
A Murder Will Follow Mystery Book 1
18th February 2019
Book Blurb: Suspenseful from the first page to the last, A Testament to Murder is perfect for fans of And Then There Were None, Murder on the Orient Express, and Crooked HouseA dying billionaire. Nine would-be heirs. But only one will take the prize... At the lush Villa Calypso on the French Riviera, a dying billionaire launches a devious plan: at midnight each day he appoints a new heir to his vast fortune. If he dies within 24 hours, that person takes it all. If not, their chance is gone forever.Yet these are no ordinary beneficiaries, these men who crossed him, women who deceived him, and distant relations intent on reclaiming the family fortune. All are determined to lend death a hand and outwit their rivals in pursuit of the prize.As tensions mount with every passing second, retired Scotland Yard investigator Jasper must stay two steps ahead of every player if he hopes to prevent the billionaire’s devious game from becoming a testament to murder…
A 1920s murder mystery to keep you guessing
“Anna!” Kenneth ran up to the figure in white who was cutting a few roses at the back of the garden. “I didn’t see you at breakfast. I was worried that you had left anyway.”
She didn’t look at him as she
reached out for another soft yellow rose, resting it in the palm of her hand a
moment, before cutting it and putting it with the others in the basket on her
“Anna?” Kenneth studied her tight
profile. “Is something wrong?”
“Of course not. I had breakfast in
the kitchen earlier with the other servants. I was only at dinner last night
because Mr Bryce-Rutherford wanted to make his revelation.”
“He can’t let you eat with the
servants. You’re not like them.”
“How would you know?” Anna asked,
but he saw the smile tugging at her lips.
Encouraged, he continued, “I’ll ask
Uncle Malcolm if you can eat with us every day. I bet he’ll think it’s a great
idea. He must like you. He doesn’t have any people around him who are…” Young, fresh, breathtaking. “Who can
cheer him up. I think he needs that. He thinks he’s dying. But perhaps he
isn’t. Perhaps he’s only depressed because everything is so sad here and
everybody treats him like an invalid. We could make things different for him.”
“You honestly think he isn’t dying?”
Anna asked. A frown hovered over her eyes.
Kenneth shrugged. “I would feel ill
if everybody treated me like I was ill all of the time. Theodora with her
things that he has to eat because they are good for him. And that darkened
room. He needs to do something fun.”
Anna held his gaze. “Can we take him
on our boat trip?”
Kenneth suddenly saw his whole boat
trip where he would impress Anna with his skills and his strength ruined by the
presence of a nagging old man. Or worse even, an old man who would look at him
with knowing eyes, smirking at the schoolboy trying to win a woman of the
He said quickly, “I think that would
be too dangerous. The sea could be rough and rock the boat. What if he fell out
of the boat and drowned?”
Anna’s eyes were a deep endless
blue. “Yes,” she said slowly, “what if…”
Here outside the house her smooth
skin didn’t seem so porcelain-like but had more of a tan, a healthy glow,
blending out her freckles. Her hands moved with quick determination as she
chose just the right rose to snip off and put in her basket.
One threatened to slip off from the
top of the bunch and she grabbed it. “Ouch!” She retracted her hand and a drop
of blood sat on her fingertip. She stared at it with a pained expression.
Kenneth pulled out his handkerchief
and offered it to her. She used it to dab at the blood, leaving a bright red
stain on the handkerchief. She smiled at him as she handed it back to him.
“Thank you. How clumsy of me.”
Kenneth put the handkerchief back in
his pocket and studied the blue skies above. “We could go boating now. Uncle
Malcolm doesn’t need you right away.” He said it in a blunt, confident tone.
Anna looked doubtful. “I promised to
bring in these roses and arrange them for him in a vase.”
“Theodora can do it. There she is.”
Kenneth pointed at the drab figure in grey which had come out of the house and
stood on the terrace.
“She doesn’t like me,” Anna said. “I
don’t know why. I take good care of my patient.”
Kenneth shrugged. “Some people think
they can do everything better. That’s just the way they are. Let me take the
basket to her. You go get a cardigan or something. It can be chilly on the
Anna suddenly laughed out loud. She
handed him the basket and the cutting tool and then threw her arms up in the
air and cheered. “Ken, you’re a doll.” She ran off around the house to where
the kitchen entrance was.
Kenneth stood motionless, his cheek
burning as if she had leaned in and kissed him there and then. He thought she
might have wanted to do that if Theodora hadn’t been watching them.
He turned to the woman with
resentment clawing at his stomach. That ugly old witch had to ruin everything
for everyone. If anybody ought to die here, it ought to be her.
He carried the basket to her,
holding the tool out like a weapon.
Theodora was studying the view and
only noticed him at the last moment. She yelped and clutched her hands
together. “Kenneth! What are you doing?”
“Here are some roses for Uncle
Malcolm. I thought you would like to arrange them in a vase and take them up to
him.” Kenneth held the tool and basket out to her. “He’ll appreciate all the
trouble you go through for him.”
Something lit in those dull eyes
over the long, forever sniffing nose. She said in a surprised tone, “That’s
very kind of you, Kenneth.”
He shrugged. Her eyes made him
uncomfortable as if she could see right through him. “I think you care very
much for him. And he needs that.”
The eyes lit even more. “Yes, he
needs that.” Theodora ran a finger over the soft petals of one of the roses.
“Even if he will never admit it.”
Kenneth pulled back his shoulders
and repeated something he had heard his mother say to her friends, “A man will
never admit he needs a woman.”
Theodora nodded. “How true. You’re
extremely intelligent for your age.” She cast a long loving look at the roses
and then turned away. Before she entered the house, she called to him,
“Remember one thing though: Anna can’t swim.”
Armed with cheese and chocolate, Vivian
Conroy sits down to create the aspirational settings, characters with
secrets up their sleeves, and clever plots which took several of her mysteries
to #1 bestseller in multiple categories on Amazon US and Canada. Away from the
keyboard, Vivian likes to hike (especially in the Swiss mountains), hunt for
the perfect cheesecake and experience the joy in every-day life, be it a fiery
sunset, a gorgeous full moon or that errant butterfly descending on the
Gift from the comfort food cafe
Comfort Food Cafe
contemporary fiction, romance, humour
(18 Oct. 2018)
Cosy up at the Comfort Food Cafe for a romance that isn’t just for Christmas…
*Don’t miss out on the new Comfort Food Cafe novel and return to Budbury for a Christmas to remember*
Christmas has never been Katie Seddon’s favourite time of year. Whilst everyone else shares memories of families coming together and festive number ones, the soundtrack to Katie’s childhood wasn’t quite so merry.
But since she moved to the village of Budbury on the gorgeous Dorset coast, Katie and her baby son have found a new family. A family who have been brought together by life’s unexpected roads and the healing magic of a slice of cake and a cupful of kindness at the Comfort Food Café.
This year, Katie’s new friends are determined to give her a Christmas to remember, and with a gorgeous newcomer in town, Katie’s Christmas wish for a happy home for her son might just come true.
I have read this entire series about the Budbury cafe (by the sea) and it makes me feel warm and cosy inside and want to join in their fun.
Each book gives us a view of the village and its inhabitants
from their different story viewpoints, even when the timeframe and occasion is
the same. We learn more about them each time, as the stories focus on one
‘pair’ in each book.
This book, as ever, has a happy ending with a matched pair
and a father – or two -for a young boy.
Hot diggety dog, the fur is flying in USA TODAY bestselling author Gretchen Archer's latest. It's not just good, it's "Best in Show!" - Janet Evanovich Problem #1: Bootsy Howard Davis Way Cole lives a (relatively) quiet, (somewhat) simple, and (completely) witch-free life with her husband and twin daughters on the 29th floor of the Bellissimo Resort and Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi. Until Bootsy Howard shows up demanding a million dollars. Problem #2: Princess Smucker What was marketing thinking when they booked the Southern Canine Association's annual dog show at the Bellissimo? And what was Davis thinking when she agreed to let a dog stay with her? For a week? In her home? The home where she lives a (fairly) quiet, (reasonably) simple, and (totally) manicotti-free life? Problem #3: Leverette Urleen, MD The last thing Davis needs is an unsolicited house call from Pine Apple, Alabama's latest excuse for a doctor. But since he's there, considering she has a dead body on ice, she might as well have him determine the cause of death. Which he doesn't. Nor is he any help finding the body when Davis loses it. On top of all that, he won't leave, further disrupting Davis's (more or less) quiet, (to a certain degree) simple, and (utterly) seersucker-free life. A life that's about to go to the dogs. Unless Davis can learn a few new tricks. Fast. Guaranteed woofs, the best thing since the bone, take Double Dog Dare for a walk and you're sure to unleash a treat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - DOUBLE DOG DARE by Gretchen Archer - A Henery Press Mystery. If you like one, you'll probably like them all.
A comic caper!
I ended reading this book with an ear-worm – from Vree’s prayers and hymns….! I also giggled my way through the last half of the book – as things got more and more ridiculous! I giggled with the story not against it.
This is book 7 in this series and even though I’v e not read any of the previous stories, I didn’t need to. I met and understood all the characters and their backgrounds as they appeared and interacted.
A fun, lively, humorous story. Not heavy reading but good for an afternoon sunning oneself on the beach or in the garden.
I want to read book 8 and see what these crazy gals get up to next!