~~ Echoes of the Past ~~
by Iris Blobel
InD’tale Magazin – 5 stars
“There is a large cast of characters in this story, but each one of them is an individual with whom readers will fall in love. They each have their own characteristics and quirks that add their own bit of flavor to the tale. If one is longing for a holiday to an island, this is the book to read – one can hear the ocean calling and smell the salt sea in the morning. There is just the right amount of sexual tension between Emily and Conner and this will keep the reader riveted. This is a fast-paced book that is difficult to put down. Ms. Blobel is a talented writer who brings the reader into the book with her characters and makes the reader empathize with them as they are swept into situations beyond their control. “
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Amazon Review – 5 Stars
A good story of complicated family issues, lost memories of early childhood. A love that began in childhood blossoms again as adults as Jack visits the father and friends he doesn’t remember. An emotional story of love for his father, friends and finding true love. I recommend this to anyone who enjoys a good complicated love story.
AMAZON US: http://amzn.to/2yZPHSL
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077L3HRVQ/
AMAZON AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B077L3HRVQ/
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When Connor Walsh, a business lawyer in London, receives news that his estranged father is terminally ill, he returns to Fermosa Bay, a little coastal town in Australia. With the memories of his childhood years tucked away in the back of his mind, he finds his father and kindergarten friends rallying around to remind him of the past. But he’s unprepared for the growing attraction he feels for Emily, and it doesn’t take long for Connor to feel regret that his life could have been so much different.
Emily Bradshaw has waited for over twenty years to see Connor again. And although he can’t remember her, let alone their first kiss, her childhood crush is still in full swing. Eager to pick up where they left off as children, she’s determined to enjoy the short time he is in Fermosa Bay, accepting her heart will break when he returns to his life in London.
Will the echoes of the past lure him into staying in Fermosa Bay?
♥♦♥ EXCERPT ♥♦♥
Connor Walsh leaned against the window frame with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the waves crashing against the rocks. In front of him, as wide as the horizon, was the ocean. With the clouds drifting in from the sea, the sky had turned grey and dark, and he knew there’d be even more rain coming later in the day.
He would’ve enjoyed the scene if it hadn’t reminded him of the changes in his life. He’d been back in Fermosa Bay for two days already, but the memories of the first seven years of his life which he’d spent in this small Australian coastal town were tucked away in the back of his mind. Inaccessible as it seemed. Nowadays, his life was in London and had been for the last twenty-three years. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he looked towards the harbour in the distance, and the small town in the alcove with the hilly forest in the background, where he’d spend some of his childhood years. It was truly one picturesque little place.
A noise from the other end of the house hauled him back from his thoughts, and he stepped away from the window. Since he’d decided to accept Jack’s invitation to come to Australia a few weeks earlier, he’d had visions of what he’d find here. His mother hadn’t told him much about the time she’d lived here, except about Jack owning a pub. Connor had been furious for her lack of memory, but in the end, he’d admitted to himself that it had possibly not been a time she’d like to remember.
Hence, he was surprised to find out that Jack lived in this large house just outside Fermosa Bay, on the top of the cliffs, with a view over the ocean. The house had five rooms and a small study at the back. The lounge room, with a high vaulted ceiling, had wood fire heating and a big window front. Connor had loved the house the instant he’d stepped into it.
He entered the hall, where he found his father. “Good morning, Jack.”
The old man sighed sadly. “You still can’t bring it over your heart to call me Dad?”
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