Christmas is coming, wooohoooo!!! Check this festive cover out, it is gorgeous:
Brides & Bouquets
Cedarwood Lodge #2
By Rebecca Raisin
Releasing November 24
There are many great things about Rebecca Raisin, one being that you don’t have to wait between finishing one book and the next one coming out. With work being so busy, despite its best attempts to drag me into the nearest armchair and read the entire thing in one sitting, I have had to resist. So I haven’t finished this book but I have dedicated a chunk of tonight to doing so. That being said, I am loving the first few chapters! It wasn’t that long since Rebecca’s last book’s blog tour (in fact, I haven’t blogged in between, work really has been busy but recipes are on their way I promise, tis the season!) and here I am with an excerpt for you all!! If all my other Rebecca posts (there are too many to tag) then hopefully this one will. Her books are wonderful and addictive and her characters are just phenomenal, every single on of them has a part that you can relate to. Rebecca writes the sort of books where you think she’s secretly been researching your life story.
Blustery winds lashed at the windows, rattling the shutters, and a draught raced up the staircase in an eerie woo. December had well and truly arrived, bringing with it icy winds and sheeting rain and the urge to snuggle by the fire. But there was no time for that with only a few days until our bridal expo, and Christmas to plan too.
“Tell me this place isn’t haunted, Clio,” a wide-eyed Amory said, clutching a loop of silver tinsel to her chest like a safety blanket.
“With the ghosts of boyfriends past?” I teased, warming my hands by the fire. It crackled and popped, a comforting soundtrack to frosty nights with us holed up in the lodge, working away in one room or another. While the main renovations had been done, there was always something else that needed some attention. From polishing paint-smudged finger-printed balustrades, to excavating the debris from a musty unused cupboard we’d missed the first time around.
She grinned. “You wish.”
“No I do not wish. Men complicate everything!”
The creaks and moans of the lodge didn’t bother me any more. I was used to the grand old dame making her presence felt in the whispers of wind, and shivers of brocade curtains. And if the ghosts made their presence felt then who was I to judge? I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, but sometimes I awoke with a start, and had the feeling I wasn’t alone. Which was all sorts of crazy and I put it down to fatigue and erratic dream-filled sleep.
“Speaking of men,” Amory said falling into a plush wingback chair that we’d rescued from the basement and rejuvenated. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I was thinking back to a few weeks ago – the night I arrived actually – and I could be mistaken; did I interrupt you and Kai? I wasn’t paying attention at the time, but I’m sure you were in his arms like… lovers.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously and it was all I could do to keep my expression neutral.
Damn it! I had tried very hard to forget all about Kai and the spontaneous kiss under the moonlight. He had left before I was up the next morning, and I hadn’t heard a peep from him since. He’d probably forgotten all about me and Cedarwood by now, and thus there’d been no point confiding in Amory about my brief clinch with the bronzed, blond, surfer, yogi, Australian project manager – just to describe him briefly – who’d helped shape the lodge back into the beauty of its halcyon days. Without him here, the work days lost some of their shine, for me anyway.
“In his arms?” I said doubtfully, as if she was silly to suggest such a thing. “God, no. We had been discussing the… the cleanup. Probably why he hotfooted out so early the next day.” I lifted a shoulder as if it was nothing, but the mention of Kai and that kiss still had the ability to make me woozy. What could I say, it had been a long time since I’d been plagued with thoughts of a man in the romantic sense – it jolted me, those long dormant feelings.
Not fooled, Amory narrowed her eyes and said breezily, “Oh, my mistake, this postcard must be for someone else then…” With a playful smile she waved the postcard in front of me.
With a shriek I snatched it from her, and held it to my chest. “Did you read it?”
She faux gasped, “I would never do that!”
“You liar!” I laughed, and lobbed a cushion at her.
Even if Amory had read the postcard, which I had no doubt she had, I wanted to read it alone and savor it. I peeked at the festive picture on the front of a snow covered park with a line saying: wish you were here. Of course, I instantly read too much into it…