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Today I’m on the ‘Merry Go Round’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
One fact that people may no know about Sarah is that she was an Olympic Torchbearer…She ran her leg of the relay in St Albans, Hertfordshire on July 8th, 2012. ‘It was the most wonderful day of my life, followed closely by the release of Merry Go Round. Carrying the torch was an honour and I’m so proud to be able to say I carried it.’
Sarah was born in Hertfordshire, where she lived and worked for many years in the NHS. She attended Oxford Brookes University and graduated with a merit in Creative Writing (MA).
Sarah now lives in rural Northamptonshire with her partner Keith, their dog and cats. She continues to write, paint and work as a Reiki Practitioner and Macmillan Volunteer.
Merry Go Round is her first novel, however, the next is already in progress. It is a ‘sidequel’ or re-write of Merry Go Round, following the same year but revealing the lived experiences of Adam and Lou whilst Lily was having such a bad time of things.
A psychological romance. The more dangerous the ride, the harder it is to get off …
Lily Montrose has endured a white-knuckle ride during her on-off affair with Nathaniel Deighton. She is sitting alone in a coffee shop when a brief but devastating call brings the whole thing to a crashing halt.Fleeing her job and flat in London, she retreats to a farmstead on the shores of the north Devon coast to repair her broken spirit and regain her sense of self. Here she finds an unlikely soulmate in Adam, a somewhat homespun but handsome local with unexpected qualities.
As the months pass by, Lily begins to put her troubled past behind her and – despite harbouring the most intimate of secrets – her relationship with Adam deepens. But when Nat suddenly resurfaces, the malevolent merry go round begins to revolve once again, revealing the ugly truths that lie deep within Lily and unleashing a chain of events that will threaten not only her sanity, but everything she holds dear …
Along with the house, we’d been bequeathed Uncle Tom. He was the man who lived next door; always ready with a trick or a joke that would have me giggling, even though half the time I didn’t understand the whistles and slurs of his toothless chatter. What I did understand was that the warmth of his hand clasped tightly around mine, as we walked across to the ice cream man, meant safety. I knew I could trust him from the smile in his eyes, his pear drops smell, his braces and slippers and the fact he always wore a tie. When he died, he did so with dignity, something that, I came to learn later, wasn’t always the case. Uncle Tom had simply fallen asleep in his favourite chair, which he kept in the shed, surrounded by nuts and bolts and sawn bits of wood, twine and bottles of wine he’d brewed from the rhubarb that grew wild in a pile at the end of his garden. He was the epitome of goodness to me and I lived to achieve some of the peace and goodness that ran through his veins. That was, until I met Nat. Aside from Uncle Tom, my life was filled with hypothetical beings who had left me with a deep-seated confusion about how to be in the world. I was mystified by people and life, as if I were on the outside watching it all happen to others. It was little wonder I had no idea how to cope with people and their idiosyncrasies, especially multifaceted people like Nat.
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