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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 Snippet
He walked around the car and hopped in, making his way to Mr Henderson, the local pub owner, who wanted Cameron to check out his fence because of the recent night’s strong winds. Hoping the repair would be easy to fix so he’d have time afterwards to visit Sofia’s house to check the power and water.
He’d liked the old lady. Granted, she had been a bit eccentric, but honest and generous to the bone. She’d lived a rough life, and she’d worked hard for the money she’d made over the years, some of it possibly not always on the legal side of things, according to her without going into details. But she’d given back to the community as much as possible. Cameron had respected Sofia, and he felt a sense of duty to ensure her granddaughter’s welcome to Anahera Bay was as smooth as possible.
Sofia had been a strong woman who simply wanted to live a content and happy life until the very end, and she had achieved just that. Cameron fondly remembered the many dinners at her place, where she had also told him about Isabella, the daughter she had never known. What she hadn’t realised at the time was that she’d also had a granddaughter.
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.
Pieces coming together. Great snippet.
Thanks Jeff