All she wanted was a love she
could BELIEVE IN.
Jessie Martin believes that when
it comes to love there are three types of people: the skimmers, the bottom
dwellers and the ones who dive for pearls.
Jessie is a pearl diver. She had thought her husband William was a pearl
diver too. But when William leaves her for a younger woman, it’s not just
Jessie’s heart that is broken, her ability to trust is shattered too.
Refusing to retire from the
battlefield of life, Jessie resolves to put her heartache behind her. She
doesn’t want to be that woman who was too scared to love again. There has to be
another pearl diver out there; all she has to do is find him.
When fate brings handsome flower
seller Owen Phillips into her life, Jessie believes he may be the one but is
her fragile trust about to be shattered all over again?
The Flower Seller is a warm, engaging read about love, deceit,
betrayal and hope.
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It had been her
daughter Hannah’s idea to put an advert in the Abbeyleigh Gazette. ‘It’s time to take yourself out of your comfort
zone, Mum. Why don’t you get Anne to give you a hand with the ad?’
Sucked into the
vortex of her daughter’s enthusiasm, Jessie had agreed before she could talk
herself out of it.
‘So, what have
you got so far?’ Anne had asked over margaritas in Spike’s Bar.
‘Newly single
brunette, slim, attractive, early forties, non-smoker, good sense of humour,
would like to meet man thirties/forties for friendship and maybe more,’ Jessie
read aloud.
Anne pretended
to fall asleep and Jessie slapped her arm.
‘Bit dull,
sweetie!’ Anne said with a smile. ‘For starters, you should put early thirties.
Everyone knocks a few years off. And do you really want to say slim? It’s
practically shorthand for flat-chested and you’re not. How about “great figure”
instead?’
‘That’s a bit
conceited, isn’t it?’
Anne threw her a
look. ‘It’s an advert, Jessie. You’re meant to be selling yourself.’
‘Blimey! I’ll
just get some fishnets and a red light, shall I?’
‘You know what I
mean. You should put something in there about being outgoing. That usually
leads to some interesting propositions.’
‘But I’m not
outgoing,’ Jessie said.
‘For goodness’
sake, outgoing just means you’re up for a bit of fun. I’m not suggesting for a
moment that you put “open-minded”. Now that would lead to some replies that
would make your hair stand on end. And obviously your WLTM has to be a man in
his late twenties or early thirties.’
‘Has to be? This
is my advert, remember? Not yours!’
Anne smirked.
‘So you’d prefer “Recently dumped flat-chested brunette, early forties, lives
life with the handbrake on, would like to meet man forties/fifties for visits
to the library”?’
‘I’d prefer not
to be doing it at all.’
Anne squeezed
her hand. ‘I know, sweetie. And you can stick another pin in your effigy of
William when you get home but right now we need to get you back out there
before life passes you by.’
ABOUT
ELLIE HOLMES
Ellie Holmes writes commercial
women’s fiction and romantic suspense. She takes her inspiration from the
beautiful Essex countryside and the sublime Cornish coast. The Flower Seller is
Ellie’s first full-length novel. Ellie
is a member of the Alliance of Independent Authors and the Romantic Novelists’
Association. To find out more please
visit www.ellieholmesauthor.com
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Thanks for hosting me on your lovely blog Georgina. Much appreciated. Ellie x
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