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The Talisman - Molly's Story by Eliza J. Scott - Book Tour + Giveaway

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Molly’s dream of taking over her childhood home at Withrin Hill Farm with husband Pip and their three children has finally come true. And, as they settle into the stunning Georgian farmhouse, with their plans to diversify into glamping nicely taking shape, the family couldn’t be happier.
But tragedy suddenly strikes, and Molly’s world is turned upside down.

Heartbroken and devastated, she struggles to face each day. True to form, her fiercely loyal best friends, Kitty and Violet, rally round offering love and support, but Molly doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to smile again. Until the day a tall, dark stranger with twinkly eyes arrives…

Follow Molly’s story in book 2 of the Life on the Moors Series set in Lytell Stangdale, a picture-perfect village in the heart of the North Yorkshire Moors, where life is anything but quiet.

A heart-warming story of love, friendship and hope.

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This extract I’ve given you is from Chapter 1 and takes us back to when fifteen-year old Molly first meets Camm.

Hope you enjoy it.

Eliza xxx


The 1990s

Exhilaration danced in Molly’s large brown eyes as she free-wheeled her old Raleigh bike down the steep track from her home at Withrin Hill Farm. She gripped the handlebars for dear life as she bumped and bounced her way over the potholes, her skinny legs sticking out at right angles, a cloud of dust trailing in her wake. She shook the rebellious mass of chocolate-brown curls that flew out behind her as the balmy summer wind slipped across her face, stealing away her peals of laughter as soon as they left her mouth and scattering them everywhere.

It was the first day of the summer holidays and the sun was beaming down from a bright blue sky, its golden rays pouring like molten gold over the pretty moorland village of Lytell Stangdale. ‘Woohoo!’ Molly cried with sheer joy just as a pheasant darted out in front of her, heckling as it went. ‘Mind where you’re going!’ she shouted, swerving to avoid it.
‘Woah!’ In the next minute, she dodged a huddle of her Uncle John’s hefted ewes that had parked themselves in the middle of the track. ‘S’cuse me, ladies,’ she called as she whizzed by. They continued their ruminating, unfazed and uninterested.
She was almost at the bottom of the hill when raised voices, carried on the wind, caught her attention, muffled words laced with anger. As she cocked her ear an ice-cold prickle ran up her spine; instinct alerting her that things weren’t right.
With her heart pounding, Molly put her head down and pedalled for all she was worth. Gritting her teeth, she careered around the corner and was confronted by a sight that made her sick to her stomach. Two youths were looming over a crumpled heap in the middle of the road, their faces distorted with hate, as they took thudding, angry kicks at it. ‘Please stop,’ the crumpled heap pleaded, but to no avail.
 ‘Waaarrrggghhh!’ Molly gave a war-like cry as she got within striking distance, tackling the nearest thug with a well-aimed, newly-learnt taekwondo kick. He staggered back into the gutter, winded, where he landed with a thud while his friend looked on in stunned silence.
‘Shit, she’s a psycho. Come on, let’s get out of here!’ the ape gasped, and pulling himself up, he hobbled off down the road towards Danskelfe.
‘Coward! And there’s plenty more where that came from,’ Molly yelled after him.
Things were moving fast, but in Molly’s mind — as she would tell people when she recounted the tale — everything felt like it was happening in slow motion. She gulped down a fortifying breath and turned to the remaining thug. A good foot taller than her, he was now looming over her, hands on hips and an arrogant smirk across his face that she wanted to wipe right off. ‘Come on then, when you’re big enough, short arse,’ he sneered and went to grab her shoulders. With lightning-quick reflexes, she dodged him and grabbed a fallen branch she’d spied earlier — even in her state of heightened anxiety, she saw that it was good and solid.
‘And what the bloody hell do you think you’re gonna do with that stick, you stupid cow?’ He smirked, jutting his jaw arrogantly.
Gripping the branch tightly in both hands and using every ounce of strength she could muster, Molly took a swing at him, knocking him right off his feet and into a freshly dolloped pile of horse muck. ‘That’s what the bloody hell I’m going to do with it, you pathetic, spineless bully!’

Author Bio – Eliza lives in a 17th-century cottage on the edge of a village in the North Yorkshire Moors with her husband, their two daughters and two mischievous black Labradors. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found with her nose in a book/glued to her Kindle or working in her garden. Eliza also enjoys bracing walks in the countryside, rounded off by a visit to a teashop where she can indulge in another two of her favourite things: tea and cake.

Eliza is inspired by her beautiful surroundings and loves to write heart-warming stories with happy endings.

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Twitter: Eliza J Scott – @ElizaJScott1
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Giveaway – Win The Letter – Kitty’s Story, chocolate and a clutch bag (Open Internationally)

The prize is worth over £40 and consists of a paperback copy of the first book in the Life on the Moors Series, The Letter – Kitty’s Story, 3 bars of Love Cocoa chocolate by James and a Caroline Gardner clutch bag.

*Terms and Conditions –Worldwide entries welcome.  Please enter using the Rafflecopter box below.  The winner will be selected at random via Rafflecopter from all valid entries and will be notified by Twitter and/or email. If no response is received within 7 days then Rachel’s Random Resources reserves the right to select an alternative winner. Open to all entrants aged 18 or over.  Any personal data given as part of the competition entry is used for this purpose only and will not be shared with third parties, with the exception of the winners’ information. This will passed to the giveaway organiser and used only for fulfilment of the prize, after which time Rachel’s Random Resources will delete the data.  I am not responsible for despatch or delivery of the prize.

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