A Word From the Author.

There's so much going on at the moment. I'm rewriting parts of some old novels that I'm not happy with, and I have found a new novel on my computer that I hope to put on Smashwords and Amazon before Christmas. It's a historical romance set in Victorian England.

Here is a extract from it...

‘Answer the door will you Sarah, while I pop out the back for a bit. I need to check on Hettie, she was off her food earlier.’

 Sarah nodded and quickly moved to the door and opened it, whoever it was, she didn’t want them to freeze to death outside.

She was surprised to see Jacob Becket.

‘Please come in Jacob before you catch a chill, here, let me take your coat.’

 Jacob did as she asked, and as he watched her pull a chair up to the stove and place his coat over the back of it, he felt excited by her. He loved her, there was no doubt in his mind about that, but he had no idea how she felt about him.

 

He had loved her from the first moment he’d seen her in church.

‘My, you seem deep in thought,’ she said, as she beckoned him over to the fireplace.

He followed her and gladly took the steaming cup of coffee from her.

‘Is John in?'

‘He’s in the barn right now, we’ve had a bit of trouble with one of the cows and we may have to call the vet out if she doesn’t recover soon. He won’t be long.’

‘You look pretty today Sarah,’ he said affectionately.

Sarah blushed and took a sip of her coffee. Nobody, apart from John, had ever said that to her before and it felt good. She pretended she hadn’t heard him but inside, she had butterflies in her stomach.

 

Being a married woman, she knew that she couldn’t flatter this tall, blonde haired, blue eyed man whom she found quite charming. In her younger days, she would gladly have stepped out with him. But she put such thoughts out of her head and tried to make light conversation.

‘What do you want to talk to John about?’

‘I’m not sure if I should mix business with pleasure?’

Then he winked at her, and she felt seventeen again.