…a close ‘literary family’ friend, Authoress Anne Allen, delights me by allowing a Birth Notice on this ‘ere blog regarding her latest beautiful baby, ECHOES OF TIME…
Thanks so much, M’Lud Seumas for allowing this humble scribbler to take up ink – or should that be type? – room on your world-famous blog. I believe we both sent out our first-born books into the world around the same time more than four years ago. Doesn’t time fly when you’re having so much fun? I’m now releasing my fifth bairn, I mean book, into the cruel world, so I guess this means I’ve had quintuplets, only separated by time and space. Whatever.
I write The Guernsey Novels series, named for the beautiful island where all (or most of) the action takes place. I spent nearly fourteen happy years there when my children were still children and not the grown-ups they’ve since become. After reluctantly returning to England in 2002 and continuing to practise as a psychotherapist, I finally took the plunge in 2006 and began writing my first novel, Dangerous Waters. It was my homage to the place I loved. At the time I had no idea or desire to write a series. I just wanted to prove I could write a novel. One that would be snapped up pronto by and agent and publisher, making me the fortune I was already spending in my head. Alas, dear reader, it was not to be. Salvation came in the form of self-publishing, allowing me to launch my book in 2012 to muted acclaim, but a chest-full of pride. Having enjoyed the writing process so much, I promptly started on the next book, also set in Guernsey, and it wasn’t until after I’d finished it that I realised I was writing a series. Book three heralded ‘The Guernsey Novels’, a series of standalone books linked to each other by characters and place. And by book four the quartet had bright new covers and began to look like the siblings they are.
NEWS FLASH! NEWS FLASH! NEWS FLASH!
…Anne has reduced the price of the second and third ebooks to 99p/99c from 12th – 19th August (the first is perma 99p/c)
END OF NEWS FLASH!
So now to book five, the star of this show. ‘Echoes of Time’ proved to be a slight variation on a theme for me, being the first dual-time novel I’ve written and I loved writing it so much, it won’t be the last.
Here’s the blurb to whet your appetite – I hope☺
Betrayal, injustice and revenge echo down the years…
Olive marries farmer Bill Falla. The Germans occupy Guernsey.
All too soon Olive realises she’s made a mistake.
Her life changes when she meets Wolfgang, a German officer-
but there’s a price to pay. . .
Natalie Ogier returns to Guernsey to escape an abusive relationship – only to be plagued by odd happenings in her beautiful cottage on the site of a derelict and secluded farm. Disturbing dreams, disembodied voices and uncanny visions from the past. She becomes increasingly ill at ease as someone else’s past catches up with her own…
Her only immediate neighbour, Stuart, is the grandson of the original owners, Bill and Olive.
Thrown together in a bid to find out what really happened to Olive, can they each survive the repercussions of the past and move on?
And here’s an excerpt –
Guernsey – 1987
Olive was cooking her usual meagre supper of scrambled eggs on toast when the sound of heavy footsteps outside made her jump. No-one ever visited and this was how she liked it. Always had. Her heart pounded as she moved the pan off the blackened range and turned to face the back door. Unlocked as was the custom in safe little Guernsey. Or was it safe? Grabbing a knife she watched, immobile, as the knob turned and the door began to open. The man stood silhouetted against the early evening sky and she stared hard at his shape, puzzled. There was something familiar about the slope of the shoulders and the angle of his head. Her mouth went dry in the moment before the door closed and he moved into the light.
It couldn’t be! Not after all this time…She felt her legs tremble and leant back against the range.
‘Hello, Olive. Bet you didn’t expect to see me again, did you?’ He chuckled, humourlessly.
She hid the knife up her sleeve and pulled the darned cardigan around her thin body. Old memories surfaced as she fought to stay calm.
‘We…we heard you were dead. You didn’t come back–’
‘No, well, I found someone and something better, didn’t I? But it doesn’t look as if you have.’ His gaze was contemptuous as he looked her up and down, and Olive was conscious of how unkempt she looked. Poverty does that to a person. Whereas he was immaculately dressed in what looked like a designer suit. A successful man. She watched, helpless, as his gaze wandered over the kitchen, and she registered, for the first time in years, how dirty and shabby it looked. The kitchen which had once been kept spotless. Feelings of shame, mixed with overriding fear, flooded her mind. What did he want?
His eyes alighted on the only personal item in the room. And the last thing she wanted him to see. She moved forward, attempting to block his view, but he pushed her aside and picked up the photo in its cheap wooden frame.
‘Who’s this?’ he demanded, his face flushed with anger.
A look she knew all too well.
Her stomach clenched. Could she lie? Pretend it was someone else? As her head whirled with possibilities he seized her arm, twisting it. She cried out in pain and the knife clattered onto the granite floor. Swiftly he grabbed it while still holding onto her arm. Olive’s knees buckled.
He thrust the knife towards her chest and she screamed.
‘Don’t even think of lying,’ he hissed.
‘It’s…it’s my…our daughter–’
The world went black.
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…great novels, all, thanks m’Lady, Anne… go fill yer Kindles and stuff, Lads and Lassies of Blog Land… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!
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