Meanwhile, it's a pleasure to announce that my author buddy and all-around lovely person Nell Dixon is launching a new book. I can't wait to read it! Here's more details and an excerpt to whet your appetite:-
Renovation, Renovation, Renovation is the new release from multi award winning author, Nell Dixon.
Overworked, over budget and just so not over him! Kate would like an engagement ring from Steve but instead he's lumbered them with a thirteenth renovation project, and doing up Myrtle Cottage disturbs a ghost from the English Civil War who has romance troubles of her own.
Renovation, Renovation, Renovation is a contemporary romance with a twist. One of the residents at Myrtle Cottage, a fifteenth century house is a rather mournful ghost called Mary Ann. She was resident during a turbulent period of English history when Oliver Cromwell was coming to power and civil war raged throughout the country. Mary Ann’s story becomes entwined with that of Kate, the current owner bringing glimpses of the past into the present.
“Hey, Kate, can you get me the torch from the kitchen?” Steve’s voice was muffled but excited.
I went and collected the torch from the junk drawer and passed it to him. “What have you found?”
He’d pulled a crate into the fireplace and balanced on it, shining the torch into the flue. Knowing my luck he’d happened on some protected species of bat and we’d have to abandon the whole project or live in the Hammer house of horrors for evermore. I could hear him scrabbling around.
“This is so great.”
“What?” My curiosity was piqued in spite of myself. Maybe he’d found treasure – some previous owners nest egg of sovereigns perhaps?
Decorated with yet more dust and soot, he emerged from the fireplace clasping a small dirty brown object in his hand.
“I never thought we’d be lucky enough to find one of these. I’ve heard about them but never, ever thought I’d find one.” An excited grin split his face and he looked like a small boy who had just been given the world’s biggest treat.
He held the object out towards me almost reverently. “It was on a ledge, quite high up inside the chimney.”
As I looked more closely I could see that what he’d found appeared to be a child’s shoe. Much worn and filthy dirty from its time in the chimney. I failed to see why Steve was so excited.
“You do know what this is, don’t you Kate?” Steve touched it carefully with the forefinger of his other hand. Again a cool movement of air swirled around my feet and ankles.
“It’s a shoe.”
“It’s a spirit trap.”