I’m mega-excited to be sharing a scene from the debut novel Amazing Grace by social media expert and publicist Kim Nash. I’ve got this book sitting on my Kindle and can’t wait to get started on it. Take a look at the gorgeous cover.
She’s taking her life back, one step at a time…
Grace thought she had it all. Living in the beautiful village of Little Ollington, along with head teacher husband Mark and gorgeous son, Archie, she devoted herself to being the perfect mum and the perfect wife, her little family giving her everything she ever wanted.
Until that fateful day when she walked in on Mark kissing his secretary – and her perfect life fell apart.
Now she’s a single mum to Archie, trying to find her way in life and keep things together for his sake. Saturday nights consist of a Chinese takeaway eaten in front of the TV clad in greying pyjamas, and she can’t remember the last time she had a kiss from anyone aside from her dog, Becks.
Grace’s life needs a shake up – fast. So when gorgeous gardener Vinnie turns up, his twinkling eyes suggesting that he might be interested in more than just her conifers, she might just have found the answer to her prayers. But as Grace falls deeper for Vinnie, ten-year-old Archie fears that his mum finding love means she’ll never reconcile with the dad he loves.
So when ex-husband Mark begs her for another chance, telling her he’s changed from the man that broke her heart, Grace finds herself with an impossible dilemma. Should she take back Mark and reunite the family that Archie loves? Or risk it all for a new chance of happiness?
A funny, feel good romance about finding your own path and changing your life – readers of Cathy Bramley, Jill Mansell and Josie Silver will love this uplifting read.
What Readers are saying:
Romantic, uplifting and full of heart’ Cathy Bramley, author of A Vintage Summer
‘Heart warming, comforting as a hug, and really funny – I adored Grace and found myself cheering her on every step of the way. Just lovely!’ Josie Silver, author of One Day in December
‘An utterly gorgeous story…The characters were relatable and just so likeable. Will have you smiling, laughing and crying, just the perfect summery read. Highly recommended.’ Holly Martin, author of The Summer of Chasing Dreams
‘A lovely debut‘ Carole Matthews, author of Happiness for Beginners
‘wonderfully warm, funny and touching…I fell in love with Grace from the first page and was cheering for her right to the end. It’s a story of hope, grief and love that touches your heart. I loved it!’ Miranda Dickinson, author of Somewhere Beyond the Sea
It sounds great, doesn’t it? Kim is sharing an extract from the first chapter with us today
Grace was woken from her slumber by the rattle of the letterbox and the thud of post hitting the doormat, followed by a grizzling, subdued woof. When she realised this was an Archie-free day, she sighed and then remembered that she’d offered to work today, just for something to occupy her. She looked at the clock: 7.30 a.m. Much as she’d love to roll over and have a few more minutes, she’d better get a shimmy on. Grabbing her fleecy dressing gown from the hook on the back of her bedroom door, she trundled downstairs, still a bit bleary-eyed, to make her first coffee of the day. There at the bottom of the stairs, lying on the front doormat with a pile of post on his head, was Becks, her most handsome and faithful furry friend. Every single morning without fail, he greeted her with the biggest wiggle of his bum and a face that scrunched up in a lopsided doggy smile. What a perfect start to the day.
She sat on the bottom stair and he climbed onto her lap. Ecstatic with his early-morning fussing session, he couldn’t get any closer if he tried. As a labradoodle (or a ‘mongrel’ as her dad would say) he was quite a big dog and way too big for sitting on laps, but he was also the second love of her life, so she let him. After minutes of him trying to suffocate her with affection, Grace shooed him off and grabbed the pile of post, flinging it on the breakfast bar on her way through to the kitchen.
While the kettle boiled, she stretched and rolled her neck to relieve her aches and pains. Crikey, if she felt like this at thirty-seven, how would fifty feel? And then seventy… Didn’t bear thinking about.
Putting the milk back in the fridge, she sat on one of the bar stools and noticed that a gold envelope peeked out from the normal brown ones that she always tried to ignore.
‘Oooh Becks, what have we here?’ she asked him, wondering who she used to talk to before she had a dog. ‘Fancy-schmancy.’ Whatever was in the envelope felt stiff, like a card. She ripped it open carefully and then her heart hit the floor when she read the words imprinted on it.
Grace Carnegie and Guest
are cordially invited to the
Lord Mayor’s Chambers to celebrate
The Stafford and District Business Awards Ceremony
At 7 p.m. on May 8th 2018
Dress Code: Black Tie
So many things ran through Grace’s mind as she re-read the invitation. What would she wear? Who would she take? Who would be there? Would she know anyone? Who else would be on her table? What did ‘Black Tie’ even mean? Did she even want to go?
This was her worst nightmare. She hated public events and she stressed so much about what to wear, she usually made herself ill. She hated making small talk with people she didn’t know, feeling awkward and totally out of her comfort zone. Normally, she avoided occasions like this at all costs.
She was also feeling more sensitive than usual at the moment, after a very traumatic incident on the school playground the day before.
Grace loved the fact that her job allowed her to pick up her son Archie from school two days a week and usually really enjoyed seeing him come out of school. Yesterday, however, just as the kids were lining up with the teacher, a lady who was around sixty wandered over to Grace and said, ‘Isn’t it fabulous that we’re able to pick our grandchildren up from school? Don’t you just love this part of being a granny? I wonder if our grandchildren are in the same class? Which one is yours?’
Grace was well aware that on that particular day she hadn’t had time to put her face on, and that yes, she wasn’t the youngest mum in the world, but she was way too embarrassed to tell this lady that Archie was her son, not her grandson, so she nervously smiled, mumbled, grabbed Archie’s hand as quickly as she could and walked away holding her head high, even though she felt totally gut-punched.
Now she was looking forward to next term, when she wouldn’t have to do the school run any more. Archie was ten, and in the last year of primary school, when they encouraged the kids to walk to and from school on their own, getting them ready for high school. At least then, she wouldn’t have to face that woman again.
It had played on her mind all evening and when her friend Monica happened to call her that night, she burst into tears and confided that she already felt like a fat old frump without someone thinking she was a good few years older than she actually was. Monica was really supportive, and said she had an idea to make her feel better. Grace had no clue what she had in mind, but they had arranged to get together in a fortnight, the next time that Archie was at his dad’s.
And now, as if it wasn’t bad enough that she had been mistaken for Archie’s granny, Grace had been invited to this formal event. She knew she’d be expected to go, as she’d been told this week that she’d been nominated for an award for her cutting edge work at the family run estate agency that she worked at, and she’d been dreading the invitation arriving but now, on top of her usual nerves, she was worried that tons of other people would obviously think she was way older than she was.
Grabbing her phone, Grace searched ‘black tie’.
‘Shit the bed, Becks! I have to wear a cocktail dress! What even is a cocktail dress?’ Her anxiety levels rose even higher.
Grace was a practical soul at heart, a list-maker, so she did what she did best to get rid of stress. She grabbed an empty notepad from her stationery stash and started making a list of pros and cons of going to this event.
It would be good for business.
I might win.
I need to lose three stone – FAST!
I don’t have a guest to take.
I’ve never owned a cocktail dress in my life.
I’d have to find a cocktail dress.
Where do you buy a cocktail dress?
Do they sell cocktail dresses in Asda?
I won’t know anyone there.
I might have to sit next to a stranger and eat dinner.
I’d have to make small talk.
If I did win an award, which I won’t, what if I fell over when I had to go up to collect it?
What if I threw up with nerves?
I’d have to have my hair coloured, get rid of those grey roots.
Oh crap! I’d have to shave my legs!
So the cons outweighed the pros. It was obvious what she had to do. She’d just have to find an excuse not to go.
I don’t know about you but I totally relate to Grace! If you want to know what’s going to happen next you can buy the book here:
Amazing Grace: A heart warming, feel good romantic comedy – just 99p/$1.99
Kim Nash lives in Staffordshire with son Ollie and English Setter Roni, is PR & Social Media Manager for Bookouture and is a book blogger at www.kimthebookworm.co.uk.
Kim won the Romantic Novelists Association’s Media Star of the Year in 2016, which she still can’t quite believe. She is now quite delighted to be a member of the RNA.
When she’s not working or writing, Kim can be found walking her dog, reading, standing on the sidelines of a football pitch cheering on Ollie and binge watching box sets on the TV. She’s also quite partial to a spa day and a gin and tonic (not at the same time!) Kim also runs a book club in Cannock, Staffs.
Amazing Grace is her debut novel with Hera Books
Congratulations on your debut novel, Kim. Wishing you many sales!
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