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The Letter - Kitty's Story by Eliza J. Scott - Book Tour + Giveaway

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The Letter – Kitty’s Story

Thirty-four-year-old Kitty Bennett is trapped in a loveless marriage to criminal barrister, Dan, who’s gradually isolated her from her family and friends. Until the day she (literally) bumps into her first love, the handsome and easy-going Ollie Cartwright – someone she’s done her best to avoid for as long as she can remember. Looking into Ollie’s eyes awakens feelings for him she thought she’d buried deep years ago, and he clearly feels the spark, too. As she walks away, Kitty can’t help but wonder what might have been…
Dan senses that his marriage is on shaky ground and knows he needs to win his wife round. He turns on the charm, skilfully using their two children, Lucas and Lily, as bargaining tools. But Kitty’s older brother, Jimby, and her childhood best-friends, Molly and Violet, have decided enough is enough. For years they’ve had to watch from afar as Kitty’s been browbeaten into an unrecognisable version of herself. They vow to make her see Dan for what he really is, but their attempts are no match for his finely-honed courtroom skills and, against her better judgement, Kitty agrees to give her husband one last chance. But, all-too-soon, a series of heart-breaking events and a shocking secret throw her life into turmoil…
Will she stand by Dan, or will Kitty be brave enough to take the leap and follow her heart to Ollie?

Life is anything but peaceful in the chocolate-box pretty village of Lytell Stangdale, where life unravels, and hearts are broken. Full of heart-warming moments, this book with have you crying
tears of joy, laughter and sadness.
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Hi Jazzy Book Reviews, thank you for taking part in the publication day blog tour for my new book.
I thought I’d give you an excerpt from Chapter 5. Here we join Kitty as she’s making her way back home from the school drop–off. Fed up of  her domineering husband, Dan, she’s miles away when she bumps into her first love…

The wind, which seemed to be holding the rain at bay, was blustering around the cottages, scooping up coppery leaves and scattering them across the street. The faint aroma of wood-smoke, blown down from squat chimneys, mingled with the smell of cold, damp earth; a warning to the residents of Lytell Stangdale that an early winter was lurking around the corner. Kitty walked briskly back from school, her eyes fixed firmly on her boots and her chin tucked into her scarf, hoping to avoid conversation with anyone. She was steaming ahead as she passed the village shop, when, ‘Umphhh!’ She crashed into a tall, solid wall of muscle, encased in a waxy Barbour jacket, the wearer of which appeared to have sturdy, broad shoulders and, judging by the grip that was currently keeping her upright, a strong pair of hands. She looked up to apologise and was met by a pair of heart-stoppingly handsome aquamarine eyes, edged in thick dark blond lashes. Aquamarine eyes that belonged to Oliver Cartwright. ‘Oh, er.’ Her heart gave an involuntary flip as she hastily removed her hands that had found themselves resting on his chest.
‘Oh, God, I’m so sorry, Kitty. Are you okay?’ he asked, his eyes full of concern as he looked down at her.
The wind was playing havoc with her hair, and several wayward strands that had escaped from her ponytail were blowing around her face. She tucked the stray wisps behind her ear and nodded, feeling the prickle of a blush stain her cheeks. ‘Yes, I’m fine thanks, Ollie. And it’s me who should apologise. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Couldn’t see for my hair.’ She gave an embarrassed laugh.
‘Well as long as you’re alright,’ he said gently. He seemed reluctant to let go of her.
Long-hidden feelings swirled in her gut, catching her off-guard, as she felt her care-worn heart begin to race. For years, she’d done her best to avoid him, which hadn’t been easy in a small village, and she couldn’t remember how long it had been since they’d been this close physically. He appeared to be having the same struggle to break eye contact as she was.
Breaking the spell, Kitty cleared her throat. ‘Erm, how’s Anoushka? Still dancing?’ she asked after his fifteen-year-old daughter.
He ran a hand back and forth over his dark blond hair. ‘She’s great, thanks. Still busy with her dance classes. Working hard at school, or so she tells me.’ He laughed, there was no mistaking the affection in his voice.
‘She gets more beautiful every time I see her. Lily’s sure she’s a fairy princess.’
Ollie beamed. ‘Oh, she’ll be chuffed to bits when I tell her that. And how are your two rascals?’
‘Oh, you know, just being typical six and ten-year-olds.’
‘Ahh, I remember it well. Wait till they hit the teenage years, then it gets interesting,’ he said, grinning.
‘I’ll bet.’ Kitty paused for a moment and fiddled with her gloves, unsure of what to say. ‘Well, I’d best be getting back home.’ She smiled up at him, glancing at his handsome face, his strong, square jaw that was grazed with dark-blonde stubble. Her eyes briefly rested on the mouth that turned up deliciously at the corners. A sudden flash-back to the feeling of those lips on hers made her cheeks burn hotter. She hoped he hadn’t noticed.
‘Yep, and I’d better get back to work. Nice to see you, Kitts. Mind how you go.’ He gave the top of her arm a brief squeeze.
‘Bye, Ollie,’ she said and hurried off, conscious of his eyes on her as she went.
There was no denying, Ollie Cartwright touched her in a way that Dan never did.
As she headed home, not for the first time, Kitty wondered what type of life she would have had if her fledgling relationship with Ollie hadn’t been scuppered all those years ago. He was her brother, Jimby’s, best friend and had been a regular at their home for as far back as she could remember. She’d had a crush on him since she was thirteen; his eyes the colour of the Mediterranean Sea, the sun-kissed highlights in his hair and the dimples that appeared every time he smiled had featured regularly in her daydreams. And, oh, how she’d loved his smile, it had made every bit of her turn to jelly. But it wasn’t until she was seventeen and he was nineteen, that she realised the feeling was mutual. They were at a Young Farmers barn dance when he’d told her that she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and they’d shared their first kiss. Her heart had soared.
A month later Dan Bennett arrived in the village, oozing confidence, arrogance and way-too-much testosterone. Soon after, Kitty’s budding romance with Ollie mysteriously fizzled out.

Author Bio    I live in a village in the North Yorkshire Moors with my husband, two daughters and two black Labradors. When I’m not writing, I can usually be found with my nose in a book/glued to my Kindle, or in my garden. I also enjoy bracing walks in the countryside, rounded off with a visit to a teashop where I can indulge in another two of my favourite things: tea and cake.
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