Today I am lucky enough to have an extract from the brand new Ottercome bay installment for you. This is the final part in the Ottercombe Bay series. I have reviewed all four parts of this series so you can read my thoughts here. Don't forget to check out the other stops on the tour for more exclusive content and you can pre-order your copy of the full book, Coming Home to Ottercombe Bay by clicking here!
Here's what its all about:
Daisy Wickens has returned to Ottercombe Bay, the picturesque Devon town where her mother died when she was a girl. She plans to leave as soon as her great uncle’s funeral is over, but Great Uncle Reg had other ideas. He’s left Daisy a significant inheritance – an old building in a state of disrepair, which could offer exciting possibilities, but to get it she must stay in Ottercombe Bay for twelve whole months.
With the help of a cast of quirky locals, a few gin cocktails and a black pug with plenty of attitude, Daisy might just turn this into something special. But can she ever hope to be happy among the ghosts of her past?
And if you want to read a sample, here's that fabulous extract for you, thank you so much to Bella for sharing!
Daisy was looking forward to her night off; it had been a
busy weekend so a Monday in the pub with Tamsyn was exactly what she needed.
Actually, she would have preferred a bottle of wine at home but Tamsyn had been
insistent. With only four weeks to go Daisy was getting demob-happy. The
accounts were looking healthy and the solicitor had confirmed everything was on
track to release the final instalment of her inheritance as planned. She was
then going to put Locos up for sale, repay Aunt Coral and jet off to South
America. Everything was coming together. She still had some niggles in the back
of her mind, but that’s all they were. She wanted to do more travelling – it
had always been her dream and nothing had changed, nothing at all. So why did
she feel uneasy about moving on?
‘Slippers,’ said Tamsyn, as they walked in the warm evening
air.
‘Yes,’ said Daisy, bracing herself for Tamsyn’s next
question.
‘I mean, how dangerous do they sound?’ Daisy was frowning.
‘Imagine the inventor saying, “I’ve invented slippers, they go on your feet. Do
you want to try them?” You’d think you were going to slide to your doom,
wouldn’t you?’
Daisy started to laugh and Tamsyn continued. ‘And who was
the cruel person that put an “s” in lisp?’
They were giggling as they entered the pub but Daisy’s
laughter quickly faded when she saw who was sitting at their usual table.
‘Oh, no, Tams. I’m not spending an evening of awkwardness
with Max,’ said Daisy, bolting for the door, but Tamsyn artfully blocked her.
‘Wait, please listen. It’s not about you and him it’s about
me and Captain Cuddles.’ Daisy raised her eyebrows. ‘Because you two aren’t
talking we have to see you separately and we feel we can’t mention the other
one and it’s making us sad.’ Tamsyn’s face was brimming over with unhappiness
making Daisy relent slightly.
‘All the trust has gone, Tams.’ Daisy looked across at Max;
she wished that wasn’t the case but how could she even be friends with someone
she no longer trusted and who had made her feel such a fool?
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