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Cosy Nights and Snowball Fights by Rosie Green #Review #LittleDuckPondBk36

Believe it or not, we are at Book 36 in the Little Duck Pond Cafe series! Cosy Nights and Snowball Fights is the latest novella by Rosie Green. As the nights draw in, gingerbread lattes and festive hot chocolates are on the menu, and the Little Duck Pond Café girls are gearing up for the cosiest time of the year. But new recruit Laurel just wishes she could sleep through the whole jolly affair! It might be October, but she's still haunted by the events of last Christmas. Could a new start in Sunnybrook help to heal her heart? My Thoughts  This series shows no signs of flagging and along with the familiar characters, we are introduced to Laurel's story. As the story develops, you realise why Laurel is so upset at the thought of all things Christmas.  She has moved to Sunnybrook for a fresh start but has spent her first months there avoiding going out much. She wants to protect her feelings and a new relationship is at the bottom of her Christmas list. However, the Little D

Conviction by Denise Mina #Extract #Giveaway @vintagebooks


 Welcome to the blog today ! I have a great extract for you from Conviction by Denise Mina and also the chance to win a print copy (UK only). Details on how to enter the Giveaway are at the foot of this post. 

Extract Chapter 1

The day my life exploded started well. 

    It was early morning in November and I woke up without the use of an alarm clock. I was pleased about that. It was a concession to our couples counselling: I wouldn’t wake Hamish at six with my alarm clock and he wouldn’t play Candy Crush on his phone all evening while ignoring the children. 

    I was looking forward to my day. I had a new true-crime podcast series waiting on my phone and I’d heard good things about it. I planned to listen to the first episode, get a taste for the story before I woke the kids for school, and then binge on it while I trawled through a day of menial tasks. A good podcast can add a glorious multi-world texture to anything. I’ve resisted an Assyrian invasion while picking up dry-cleaning. I’ve seen justice served on a vicious murderer while buying underpants.

     I lay in bed savouring the anticipation, watching light from the street ripple across the ceiling, listening as the heating kicked on and the grand old dame of a house groaned and cracked her bones. I got up, pulled on a jumper and slippers, and crept out of the bedroom.


    I loved getting up before everyone else, when the house was still and I could read or listen to a podcast alone in a frozen world. I knew where everyone was. I knew they were safe. I could relax. 

    Hamish resented it. He said it was creepy. Why did I need this time alone, sneaking around the house? Why did I need to be alone so much? 

    Trust issues, the couples counsellor called it. 

    I tried to reassure Hamish, I’m not planning to kill you or anything. But that was not reassuring, apparently. In fact, Anna, it might sound rather hostile to Hamish, if you think about it from his point of view. Really? (I said it in a hostile way.) Does that sound hostile? Then we talked about that for a while. It was a stupid process. We were both hostile and sad. Our relationship was in its death throes.

     I tiptoed across the landing, skirting the squeakiest floorboards and looked in on both of the girls. They were fast asleep in their wee beds, school uniforms laid out on chairs, socks in shoes, ties under collars. I wish I had lingered longer. I would never see them so innocent again. 

    I went back out to the landing. The oak banister curled softly from the top of the house to bottom, carved to fit the cup of a hand, grainy to the touch, following the wind of the stairs like a great long snake of yellow marzipan. It led down to a grand hallway with marble pillars flanking the front door and a floor mosaic of Hamish’s ancestral coat of arms. The house was bought by Hamish’s great-grandfather in 1869. He bought it new from Greek Thompson.
     
    Hamish was very proud of his background. He knew nothing at all about mine. I must emphasise that. I’m not just saying that to protect him, now that everything has come out. He was a senior member of the Bar, hoping to be appointed to the bench like his forebears. He wouldn’t have risked that just to be with me. 

    When we met I was Anna, the new office temp from Somewhere-Outside-of-Aberdeen. I chose Hamish quite carefully.I did love him,I must say that, and I still do,some times. But I deliberately picked an older man with money and status.A declamatory man, full of facts and opinions. He was the perfect hide. 

    Hamish was born in that house and had never lived any where else. His family had been on or near the Scottish judiciary for two hundred years. He didn’t much like foreign travel. He read only Scottish writers.That seemed so weird to me. I think I found it a little exotic.

     It was cold in the hall that morning. I walked through into the white-gleaming, German-designed kitchen and made a pot of strong coffee. I picked up my phone.The true-crime podcast series was called Death and the Dana. The description read ‘A sunken yacht, a murdered family on board, a secret still unsolved . . .’ 

    Oh yes: ponderous tone, secrets, murders, it had every thing. And the case had happened while my girls were small, a time of little jumpers and waiting outside school, standing silently with the timeless phalanx of mothers, absent from the wider world. I didn’t know anything about this murder case.
 
    I poured a big mug of coffee, sat down, put my phone on the kitchen table in front of me and pressed play. I expected an absorbing, high-stakes story. 

    I had no idea I was about to meet Leon Parker again.

About the Author

 Denise Mina is a critically acclaimed Glaswegian crime writer. Her novels includeThe End of the Wasp Season and Gods and Beasts, both of which won the prestigious Theakstons Old Peculiar Crime Novel of the Year Award in consecutive years. Denise also writes short stories and in 2006 wrote her first play. She is a regular contributor to TV and radio.

Find out more at www.denisemina.com or follow her on Twitter @DameDeniseMina

Book link: Amazon UK 

Thanks to Denise Mina and Hope Ndaba of Vintage for a place on the tour

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 Closing Date is 26th February 2020 and there is one winner.


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