I’m delighted to welcome author Grace Lowrie to my blog today. Grace’s haunting novel In Your Silence has just been released by Accent Press. Let’s take a look at the cover and blurb.
Still reeling from a sudden and very one-sided break-up, Liam throws himself into his work and gets commissioned to restore the neglected grounds of a mansion, Wildham Hall, for its owner Gregory Sinclair.
It is there that Liam meets Melody, who is mute.
Liam has always suppressed the darkest side of himself, but as his clandestine liaison with Melody develops, she tests him and his deepest desires are dragged to the surface.
What Readers are saying
‘A compelling, suspenseful, and hauntingly atmospheric read’ – Lynne Shelby, author of There She Goes
‘A beautiful garden, flawed leads and twisted obsession combine in this erotic romance’ – Laura Wilkinson, author of Skin Deep
Grace is sharing this excerpt with us today:
I’d spent the best part of a fortnight getting snagged, scratched and stung while I single-handedly dug out great swathes of nettles, thistles and brambles from the area up near the house. But I was in my element. To reinstate the structure of the neatly-edged beds I’d run a series of string lines and clipped the miles of box hedging back into shape, and between the parterres I’d strimmed and mown the formal lawns so that they now resembled shaggy green carpets rather than meadows. Together with the freshly-restored terrace, the immediate vicinity of Wildham Hall was now taking shape and looking fantastic – if I did say so myself.
Of course the beds were devoid of flowers at the moment because I wanted to wait for autumn. If I planted in the height of summer, the poor buggers would struggle to get enough water to stay alive, let alone get their roots established. And the lawns would require further weeding, feeding and scarifying before they were anywhere near croquet-playing standard. Even so, I was pleased with the progress I’d made and enjoying my work.
Now I was venturing further into the more rural parts of the grounds and clearing out the undergrowth in the cooler shade of the trees.
But I had company. It seemed the mysterious lady of the house was no longer content with watching me from the house and had taken to hiding behind bushes. It would be amusing if I wasn’t so concerned about her getting injured. Olly had been right; she was young. From a distance I’d thought she might be a child – her petite size, coupled with the girly dresses she wore, gave that impression, not to mention the ongoing game of hide and seek. But she was not a child.
Three days ago, on my way back to the van to fetch a bigger pair of loppers, I’d stumbled across her. She was leaning against the trunk of an oak tree, her head tipped back, her eyes closed against the sun, and a serene expression of contentment on her face. I’d only had time to look from her face down to her hand, unconsciously searching for a wedding ring, before she saw me and darted away. But in that brief glance I’d clocked the writing scrawled down her arm and across her left hand in black ball-point pen, the colourful plastic wristwatch she wore, and the blue varnish on her bitten-down fingernails. There was no ring.
That sounds a really intriguing story, Grace!
Here’s her bio:
With a background in art, prop-making and garden design, Grace has always been creative – but she is a romantic at heart and writing was, and is, her first love. An avid reader of fiction she prefers coffee and a sinister undercurrent over tea and chick lit, and has a soft spot for grumpy ginger tomcats.
When not making prop costumes or hanging out with her favourite nephews, she continues to write women’s fiction and romance novels from her Hertfordshire home.
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Thanks for dropping by to tell us about your fascinating book, Grace! I hope it flies!
Take a trip down to sunny Cornwall and treat yourself to some sun sea and romance!