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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. By Trisha Ashley
  4. Dedication
  5. Praise for Trisha Ashley:
  6. Acknowledgements
  7. Foreword
  8. One
  9. Two
  10. Three
  11. Four
  12. Five
  13. Six
  14. Seven
  15. Eight
  16. Nine
  17. Ten
  18. Eleven
  19. Twelve
  20. Thirteen
  21. Fourteen
  22. Fifteen
  23. Sixteen
  24. Seventeen
  25. Eighteen
  26. Nineteen
  27. Twenty
  28. Twenty-One
  29. Twenty-Two
  30. Twenty-Three
  31. Twenty-Four
  32. Twenty-Five
  33. Twenty-Six
  34. Twenty-Seven
  35. Twenty-Eight
  36. Twenty-Nine
  37. Thirty
  38. Thirty-One
  39. Thirty-Two
  40. Tina’s Top Tips for New Writers
  41. Tina’s Espresso Ice Cream
  42. Sergei Popov’s Russian Blinis
  43. Linny’s Lebanese Baba Ganoush
  44. Read More
  45. 1
  46. 2
  47. The Little Teashop of Lost and Found
  48. A Leap of Faith
  49. A Good Heart is Hard to Find
  50. Did you love this book?

Linny said she felt sick, but then she’s never been an animal lover. It beat me why she’d chosen to marry Tertius the Tycoon, because he’s so hairy he doesn’t really need clothing to be decent in public, which is probably where the word ‘hirsute’ came from in the first place.

Linny was feeling a bit snippy anyway, because she hadn’t heard a thing from any of the publishers she’d sent her manuscript to. I kept telling her these things take time, especially without an agent. I didn’t mention the towering slush piles of unread novels – I didn’t want to depress her further.

On Thursday of that week I was sitting in my local bookshop signing hardback copies of Spring Breezes. Well, I say signing copies, but you know how it is: I had three friends round me all pretending they were big fans of my books.

Anyway, there I was, when in walked this thin, peevish woman with grey hair, who looked like an escaped dishmop from Cold Comfort Farm, and she waltzed right up to me and said: ‘Is it any good, then?’ while riffling through a copy, crumpling the pages.

Something came over me and before I could stop myself I said, ‘No, it’s rubbish, don’t waste your money.’

‘All right then, I won’t.’ She put it down, then stared at me and said, ‘I’m going to write a novel when I retire, a bestseller.’

She said it accusingly, like it might be my fault, so I told her when I retired I was going to be a brain surgeon. ‘You’ve left it a bit late, haven’t you?’ she remarked, and walked off.

Really, it made me wonder if book signings were worth the effort. Still, the bookshop is very supportive of local authors, despite stocking very little fiction. Actually it is called Necromancer’s Nook and the décor is a bit gloomy, but the staff are friendly once you get past the vampire-style make-up. In fact, the only time I took Sergei in there I thought I’d never get him out again.

I arranged lots of local promotion for Spring Breezes because I’d learned from bitter experience that if I waited for Libby Garnett at Salubrious to do anything about it then I’d wait for ever, and I was trying to get a bit of a ‘buzz’ going about the book before the paperback came out.