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Floating Solo by Shelley Wilson #Review

  Fancy taking a leisurely boat ride along a beautiful Warwickshire canal? Floating Solo by Shelley Wilson was published by Hillfield Publishing on November 5th. Are you single? Have you lost your confidence when it comes to travelling? Would you welcome a few weeks away to find that missing spark? Climb aboard the Creaky Cauldron for an adventure like no other! Budding entrepreneur Kat Sinclair wants to grow her quirky solo narrowboat holiday enterprise but faces rejection at every turn. Until a Hollywood film crew gets in touch with the potential to change her business, dreams, and love life forever. 'Enemies to lovers' 'Small town romance'   My Thoughts   You can't help but fall under the spell of life on the canals when you read this story. Kat has big dreams for her business but seems to lack confidence to put it into action. Her Floating Solo holidays are very successful for her clients and many use the experience to sort out their thoughts and plan their ...

The Women Who Ran Away by Shelia O'Flanagan #Publication Day #Extract #Review #PaperbackLaunch

 

I am delighted to support the celebrations for the paperback launch of Sheila O'Flanagan's The Women Who Ran Away.  I have an extract for you to sample and I am also reposting my review from the hardback launch in July 2020.


THE NO. 1 IRISH BESTSELLER!

'One of my favourite authors' Marian Keyes

'If you've had to cancel your holiday plans this summer, don't worry - this beautiful new novel will transport you to sunnier climes...' - HEAT'S READ OF THE WEEK

In Sheila O'Flanagan's stunning new novel, two women face up to shocking truths about the men they've loved - and start to make their own decisions about what to do next...

Deira isn't the kind of woman to steal a car. Or drive to France alone with no plan. But then, Deira didn't expect to be single. Or to suddenly realise that the only way she can get the one thing she wants most is to start breaking every rule she lives by.

Grace has been sent on a journey by her late husband, Ken. She doesn't really want to be on it but she's following his instructions, as always. She can only hope that the trip will help her to forgive him. And then - finally - she'll be able to let him go.

Brought together by unexpected circumstances, Grace and Deira find that it's easier to share secrets with a stranger, especially in the shimmering sunny countryside of Spain and France. But they soon find that there's no escaping the truth, whether you're running away from it or racing towards it . . .

WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT THE WOMEN WHO RAN AWAY:

'Didn't want it to end' *****

'I would have given this 6 stars if I could'

'Within the first chapter, I had left reality and social distancing behind and joined two amazing women on a life-changing adventure' *****

'A great summer read'

'Five stars all the way!' *****

'Sheila O'Flanagan never disappoints' *****

'Fantastic read!'

'Couldn't put this book down!'

EXTRACT

Chapter 1

 

Grand Canal, Dublin, Ireland: 53.3309ĖšN 6.2588ĖšW

 

Even after sheā€™d put her luggage in the tiny boot of the convertible, Deira still wasnā€™t sure if she was going to go through with it. Which was crazy, she told herself, because this was the easy bit. The harder part had been the previous night, when sheā€™d walked into the dimly lit underground car park and waited for the Audi to unlock automatically. Even as sheā€™d told herself that nobody would take any notice of her, sheā€™d expected one of the residents to suddenly appear and ask her what the hell she was doing. But the one person already there, a young man in head-to-toe Lycra, was more concerned with unchaining his bike than with Deiraā€™s actions.

 

    Nevertheless, the familiar click as she slid her hand along the driverā€™s door was comforting. So was lowering herself into the driverā€™s seat and finding that it still moved automatically to her favoured position when she pressed the memory button. Sheā€™d been afraid it would have changed. But there was no lingering scent of an unknown perfume or a different shampoo. No sense that someone else had taken her place. Nothing at all was different. Her heartbeat slowed down. Everything felt normal. Easy. Right.

 

     Driving slowly out of the apartment complex, sheā€™d told herself that her criminal career was off to a good start.

 

    Of course she had a key, which surely meant that taking the Audi wasnā€™t actually a criminal act, no matter how anyone else might see it; but she wasnā€™t supposed to be here, doing this. Deira didnā€™t care. She was past caring. And being back in the car was comforting in a way she hadnā€™t expected. So it was worth it.

 

    Now, as she slammed the boot closed and walked back into the granite mews overlooking the canal, she felt a sudden rush of tears fill her eyes and clamped down hard on her jaw to try to stop them falling. It didnā€™t matter that she was tired of crying; the slightest thing still set her off, blubbing uncontrollably and embarrassing both her and anyone around her. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. If for no other reason than the sake of her skin, she needed to get over it. Her complexion was ruined from the salt of her ever- present tears.

 

    She glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall and released a slow breath. Unless she was going to chicken out at the last minute, sheā€™d have to leave soon. After all the trouble sheā€™d gone to, missing the ferry would be a complete disaster. But instead of picking up her keys and bag and heading back outside, she put a pod in the coffee machine and made herself an Americano. She sipped it slowly as she studied the tickets in front of her, making doubly sure that she had the right date. It would be idiotic of her to go on the wrong day, but over the last couple of months sheā€™d done so many idiotic things that she didnā€™t trust herself any more. She recalled the phone calls, the emails and ā€“ worst of all ā€“ the scene in the office, and she shuddered. Sheā€™d been made fool of, but she knew sheā€™d been a fool too. And that was hard to take.

 

    She put the tickets back in her bag. She had the right date. She wasnā€™t a complete idiot, no matter what other people might think.

 

   Although the trip had been booked nine months previously, sheā€™d totally forgotten about it until the direct debit for the balance had resulted in her account being overdrawn. She hadnā€™t even realised sheā€™d gone into the red until her bank card had been declined at her hairdresserā€™s. It had been one more humiliation added to all the others. Naturally sheā€™d burst into tears again.

 

    It had been Gavin whoā€™d first suggested taking the car to France, confessing a need to drive a stylish convertible along some decent motorways before people judged him a sad old fart and passed comments about his virility and the size of his penis.

 

    Deira had laughed when he said that, and wrapped her arms around him.

 

    ā€˜Nobody would think that of you, ever,ā€™ sheā€™d told him. ā€˜They wouldnā€™t dare.ā€™

 

    Because Gavin Boyer looked at least a decade younger than his fifty-seven years. True, his hair, once even darker than Deiraā€™s, was now almost entirely silver-grey, but that only made him appear even more distinguished than when he was younger. He was still tall and broad, and even if his waist was thicker than it had been in his twenties and thirties, heā€™d managed to maintain his athletic build. Rather unfairly, in Deiraā€™s view, he achieved this without any great effort other than golf twice a week and an occasional visit to the swimming pool of the nearby gym. Metabolism, heā€™d say airily, when she complained that, at seventeen years younger, she put on weight simply by looking at a packet of biscuits. He made no comment at all about her monthly trip to the hairdresser to have her own increasing number of greys covered with an approximation of her natural chestnut brown.

 

    Definitely not fair, she thought now. But life wasnā€™t fair, was it? Because if it was, she wouldnā€™t be standing here with a rapidly cooling cup of coffee in her hand wondering if he would set the police on her when he got home.

 

    She took a sip of the coffee. There was no need to worry. He wouldnā€™t set the police on her because he wouldnā€™t know that the car was gone until the end of the following week, and even then he wouldnā€™t know she was the one whoā€™d taken it. Besides, even if he did suspect her, sheā€™d be miles away and thereā€™d be nothing he could do about it. Interpol would hardly worry about a missing car, after all.

 

    She shook her head. Car thief. Interpol. None of that was part of her life. France was supposed to have been a holiday. For both of them.

 

My Thoughts

I found this to be a fabulous read. I was hooked in on the journey with Deira and Grace and found their friendship to be a major part of the story for me. They had different life stories but both had ceded up a part of themselves to their partners. It is so refreshing to read a story with more mature protagonists. You are kept on the edge of your seta as to whether their friendship will survive the journey and I thought the stumbling way it evolved to be credible.

    If one person fascinated me in the story, it had to be Grace's absent husband, Ken, who I wanted to shake at times. Always seemingly in control, his final letter really threw a light on their relationship. The further the women travel, the more they have to face up to certain facts about themselves. Warm, uplifting and full of life, you feel as if you are on the road trip with the women. Each destination came to life with the little details about each place. The book shimmers with the sunshine and is a complete tonic in these lockdown days.

In short: A treasure hunt through Eutope throws two women together. 
 
About the Author
 

Sheila Oā€™Flanagan is the author of bestselling chart-toppers, including Her Husbandā€™s Mistake, The Hideaway, What Happened That Night, The Missing Wife, My Motherā€™s Secret and All For You (winner of the Irish Independent Popular Fiction Book of the Year Award). After working in banking and finance for a number of years, Sheilaā€™s love for writing blossomed into curating stories about relationships in all their many forms.

You can follow Sheila here: Website  |  Twitter  |   Facebook

Book link: Amazon UK  |  Amazon US  |  Waterstones 

Thanks to Sheila O'Flanagan, Headline Review and Rachel of Rachel's Random Resources for the extract and a place on the event.



 

  

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