Today I’m taking part in the blog tour for The Peacock Bottle. I’ve not reviewed this book but have an extract and a giveaway for you to enjoy. Many thanks to Rachel’s Random Resources for letting me take part in this tour. The full list of bloggers on the tour, and those taking part today and tomorrow can be found at the bottom of the post.
In this Victorian dual timeline novel, Amelia Wise feels a jolt when she finds a blue perfume bottle in the overgrown garden of the house she has inherited. Several events in her life mirrors those from the past and, with the help of her newfound cousin, Olivia, the bottle’s secret is uncovered.
Amelia has managed to make a start on the overgrown garden of the house she has inherited, but is surprised when she hears a voice.
In the hope that he would go away, she hid behind a green leafy bush, but his tousled head appeared. “What you doing?”
She plucked a leaf off her dress and came out of her hidey-hole. “Who are you?”
“Garnet Greyson at your service, ma’am.” He bent his arm and performed the lowest bow she had ever seen.
“How did you gain access to my garden?”
He looked around at the mess of tangles. “You call this a garden?”
“I meant…” annoyed at his denigration of her handiwork, she pointed across the sprawling lawn, “that garden up there. It belongs to me. You have no authorization to enter it.”
“Oh, I often come here. My pa used to be the gardener in the old days.”
“Well, I haven’t seen you before. But that is not the point. Even if your father were the king of England, which of course he can’t be, because we don’t have a king, only a queen, you would still need my permission.”
Ignoring her outburst, the boy cocked his head to one side. “What’s your name?”
“Miss Amelia Wise. Now, please leave.”
“You don’t really want me to, do you? My ma says you must be lonely here with only your mother for company.”
Hands on hips, she defied him. “Actually, she’s my stepmother, but we have servants. We are not lonely at all.”
“Same thing. My ma’s my second stepmother. I lost my own ma when I was a baby and my pa married again, but that ma died last year and now I have another.”
Amelia sympathised with the boy. “How sad. My father died not long ago. In a fire.” Before she knew it, tears welled in her eyes and overflowed down her cheeks. The boy put out a hand as if to comfort her, but she turned away, embarrassed at breaking down in front of him.
“I didn’t mean to upset you, Miss Amelia. I’m sorry.”
She sniffed and felt in her pocket for a handkerchief, but remembered she had been unable to find one that morning. A hand appeared around her side, holding a white one. Accepting it would mean she was beholden to the boy, but when needs must… She wiped away the tears and blew her nose, keeping hold of it in case she needed it again. “Thank you.”
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About the author:
Married to Don, I have 5 children and 9 grandchildren, I live in Derbyshire, England, and enjoy researching my family tree (having found ancestors as far back as 1465), reading, gardening, playing Scrabble, meals out and family gatherings. I am the treasurer of my writing club, Eastwood Writers’ Group, and I also write and record Thoughts for the Day for Radio Nottingham. At church I sing in the choir and am an Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion, a reader, a flower arranger and a member of the fundraising team for Cafod, my favourite charity. I have written hymns, although I cannot read music.
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