I am beyond delighted with this lovely cover—Kanaxa comes up trumps again!
And here is the blurb:
You can run from the past…but the past runs faster
Shamwell Tales, Book 1
Behind Robert’s cheerfully eccentric exterior lies a young heart battered and bruised by his past. He’s taken a job teaching in a village primary school to make a fresh start, and love isn’t part of his plans. But he’s knocked for six—literally—by a chance encounter with the uncle of two of his pupils.
Sean works in pest control, rides a motorbike, and lives on a council estate. On the face of it, he shouldn’t have anything in common with Robert’s bow-tie, classic-car style and posh family background. Yet Robert is helpless to resist Sean’s roguish grin, and a rocky, excruciatingly embarrassing start doesn’t keep the sparks between them from flaring.
Despite Robert’s increasingly ludicrous attempts to keep his past where it belongs, his past hasn’t read the memo. And soon his secrets could be the very things that drive Sean away for good…
Warning: contains the alarming misadventures of a pest control technician, a stepsister with a truly unfortunate name, and a young man who may have more bow ties than sense.
Due out from Samhain Publishing 12th August 2014
(Oh, and for anyone who was at UK Meet 2013: this is the one where Hanne gets her competition prize! )
I love the excerpt and cover & look forward to August when I can get to read it! And am so looking forward to discovering “my” character. :D😀☺😀
Just for you, here is Hanne-the-character’s first appearance – I hope you like her!
And yes, I DID have fun trawling those Norwegian recipe sites! 😉
Going out of the house the next morning, I was accosted by Hanne, my small Norwegian neighbour. Milly and Lily, her two giant schnauzers, strained at their leashes, inexplicably failing to pull their mistress along the street after them. “Did you enjoy your takeaway last night?” she asked with a smile, holding back Cerberus’s sisters with no apparent signs of strain.
Why I’d thought moving out of boarding school to teach in a village would make a scrap of difference to everyone knowing my business, I couldn’t presently imagine. “Yes, thank you,” I said politely, trying to get past her without getting tangled up in the dogs’ leads. Milly, or possibly Lily, took the opportunity to get a good sniff at an area a well-brought-up dog, I felt, would have had the delicacy to avoid.
“And your friend, she works with you?”
“Rose? Oh yes.”
“She looks very nice. Will she come again?”
“Er, probably, some time.” I wasn’t quite sure what Hanne was getting at.
“You tell me when she’s coming. I’ll show you how to make lamb-and-cabbage stew. It’s easy, you can’t go wrong.” I was baffled by Hanne’s apparent faith in me. Still, she didn’t know me all that well. “And maybe deer antlers. They’re very tasty, and fun to share.”
Deer antlers? You couldn’t actually eat those, could you? Wouldn’t they be rather, well, chewy? Or maybe crunchy? “That’s very kind, but you really don’t—”
“A nice young man like you shouldn’t be alone all the time.” She smiled again and effortlessly pulled the dogs to heel as she walked on by. Maybe she power-lifted in secret.