The Talisman - Molly's Story by Eliza J. Scott - Book Tour + Giveaway
THE TALISMAN – MOLLY’S STORY
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.
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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US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MJ7PPXP
EXTRACT FOR JAZZY
BOOK REVIEWS
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
CHAPTER 1
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.
Eliza is inspired by her beautiful surroundings and loves to write heart-warming stories with happy endings.
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