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Today’s post includes another snippet from my newest release WHISPERS OF HER MEMORIES.
The story is set in New Zealand, South Island.
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Today’s Hook

“Exactly,” Amy agreed. “And that’s why we’ll all pitch in to help.”
Mallory raised an eyebrow. “Again, I like your enthusiasm.”
“Give it six months. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll help you sell.”
Mallory gave this all a thought as she took in her surroundings, the initial disappointment slowly fading. Her inheritance hadn’t just included the house but also some small funds from her grandmother. An idea slowly took shape. “I do have some spare money to use for smaller improvements. I have to live off the rest until I find a job or my term deposits from Mum’s life insurance fall due.” She paused, glancing around the room, her gaze lingering on the old French doors. “That is, if you’re really willing to help.”
“Of course, we will,” Amy replied excitedly.
A smile tugged at Mallory’s lips as her mind raced with the possibilities of how to breathe fresh life into the neglected rooms. Taking a deep breath, Mallory looked from Amy to the swing. “Why are you so determined for me to stay?”
Amy’s smile faltered, replaced by a quiet sincerity. “Your grandmother would’ve wanted it. We all loved her, and… I guess we want her memory to live on through you.”
Blurb
Mallory O’Neill swaps the buzz of Melbourne for the quiet shores of Anahera Bay, New Zealand, hoping for a fresh start… not secrets and surprises. But the crumbling seaside cottage left to her by Sofia—the grandmother she never knew—holds more than just dust and disrepair. It holds the key to a family history her late mother never spoke of.
As Mallory pieces together Sofia’s past, she faces the doubts of old friends and the arrival of an unexpected stranger. Along the way, she finds friendships among the locals, but she also meets resistance from the brooding handyman, Cameron Quinn, a man haunted by his own past.
When faded letters, old photographs, and buried truths come to light, Mallory and Cameron find themselves drawn together by grief, memory, and a spark neither of them expected.











