Friday, October 14, 2016

Going to be Published in Norway!!

It is with great excitement that I can now reveal I am going to be published in Norway with my split era novel, Where Dragonflies Hover.

The translation rights have been bought for Where Dragonflies Hover by Norwegian publisher Cappelen Damm AS.
This is an excellent opportunity for one of my books to reach an ever wider audience by being translated into another language.
I am so thrilled with this new development and am looking forward to seeing this new partnership grow.

More information about the trade deal can be found here.

Sometimes a glimpse into the past can help make sense of the future …Everyone thinks Lexi is crazy when she falls in love with Hollingsworth House – a crumbling old Georgian mansion in Yorkshire – and nobody more so than her husband, Dylan. But there’s something very special about the place, and Lexi can sense it.

Whilst exploring the grounds she stumbles across an old diary and, within its pages, she meets Allie – an Australian nurse working in France during the First World War.

Lexi finally realises her dream of buying Hollingsworth but her obsession with the house leaves her marriage in tatters. In the lonely nights that follow, Allie’s diary becomes Lexi’s companion, comforting her in moments of darkness and pain. And as Lexi reads, the nurse’s scandalous connection to the house is revealed …

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Thursday, October 13, 2016

2 Books I've recently read.

Showcasing two books I have recently read.

Circling the Sun by Paula McLain.
Brought to Kenya from England as a child and then abandoned by her mother, Beryl is raised by both her father and the native Kipsigis tribe who share his estate. Her unconventional upbringing transforms Beryl into a bold young woman with a fierce love of all things wild and an inherent understanding of nature’s delicate balance. But even the wild child must grow up, and when everything Beryl knows and trusts dissolves, she is catapulted into a string of disastrous relationships.

Beryl forges her own path as a horse trainer, and her uncommon style attracts the eye of the Happy Valley set, a decadent, bohemian community of European expats who also live and love by their own set of rules. But it’s the ruggedly charismatic Denys Finch Hatton who ultimately helps Beryl navigate the uncharted territory of her own heart. The intensity of their love reveals Beryl’s truest self and her fate: to fly.

My thoughts;
I really enjoyed reading this book. Set primarily in Kenya, Africa, with little bits in England, this story is based on a true person, and is a lot like the book, Out of Africa. 
The author has done a great job in the telling of Beryl's life and has also given the reader a glimpse into 1920s colonial life in Africa. The descriptions of Africa makes you feel like you're there.
Highly recommended.

Savages by Shirley Conran.
When a group of mining executives bring their wives to an island paradise, vacation is not on their minds. But in their greedy rush to claim the prize, the men fail to take into account a general who takes control of the island and brutally executes all of them. Leaving their wives to fend for themselves in the jungle.

My thoughts:
Read this book twice, twenty years apart, and still thoroughly enjoyed it. Great characterisation. Wonderful descriptions, good drama and action and a plot that keeps you turning the pages. Brilliant.

Friday, October 07, 2016

4 countries in 3 weeks!

My lovely daughter and niece from Australia have been visiting me and my husband for the last three weeks and we have been touring quite a bit.
We managed to fit in seeing Munich, Germany, Salzburg, Austria, Sterling and Edinburgh, Scotland and many, many places in England such as Brighton, Birmingham, London, Lincoln, Dover and Canterbury and lots of other places in between.

Salzburg, Austria

White cliffs of Dover

Westminster, London

Brighton sea front

Leeds Castle, Kent

Saturday, September 03, 2016

Free Book Magazine

Lovely review for Where Dragonflies Hover in the IndTale magazine.

This magazine is free to download and read. It's got a lot of good articles and news about authors and books.

Tuesday, August 02, 2016

Author Library talk at Hatfield Library

Last Saturday I went to a library in Hatfield (near Doncaster, South Yorkshire) to listen to my friend and fellow author Lynda Stacey give a talk about her debut novel, House of Secrets.

Lynda and I are published by the same publisher, Choc Lit, and we live close to each other so it seemed natural to go and support her.

Generously, Lynda asked me if I wanted to be a part of the talk in a small way, which I agreed to, despite being full of cold. After her talk, Lynda introduced me as an author to the gathering at the library and I was able to share her spotlight for a few moments to talk about my books. I had brought only one copy of some of my books, but they received some lovely attention, which I was so happy to see. In fact one lady, named Sylvia, asked if she could buy a copy each of Kitty McKenzie and the sequel Kitty McKenzie's Land. She also asked me to sign them.

My thanks, of course, go to Lynda Stacey and the ladies at the Hatfield Library.

A photo of myself and Sylvia holding her copy of Kitty McKenzie.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

1st Anniversary spent in York

Recently, my husband and I celebrated our 1st anniversary, and we did that in the beautiful city of York, in Yorkshire.
First, we walked around York centre to see the sights before having a beautiful meal at Middlethorpe Hall. The following the day we visited Castle Howard and Yorkshire Bird Centre.
It was a wonderful weekend with the sun shining the whole time!

Clifford's Tower, York

York Minster

One of the castle wall's gates

Having drinks on the terrace at Middlethorpe Hall

The lovely Middlethorpe Hall

The grounds at Middlethorpe Hall

Middlethorpe Hall

Fountains at Castle Howard

Castle Howard in the sun

The back of Castle Howard

The view from the back of the castle

The famous dome rebuilt after fire in 1942

The impressive hall at Castle Howard

If you are interested in visiting Yorkshire, I do recommend seeing York and all its attractions, plus the beautiful stately homes surrounding it.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

100 Year Anniversary of the Battle of the Somme

I am a lover of history and I have a special interest in WWI. I'm not a scholar or an historian. I write stories. I would have liked to have had a career as a WWI historian. Instead, I feature it in my writing.
Books about WWI sit on my bookshelves, I read them for research, and every time I look at them I am in awe of what those men and women went through - the first world war.

It was a time of new awakenings. The world had never experienced anything on such a grand scale before. Wars had been fought before, but they were country against country. This time, this war, it was united armies fighting across vast areas, something not ever seen or done in history.

I can't imagine, or though I do try, how the people felt at this time. Each side believed it was in the right. I don't get into the politics of that era. I believe that unless you lived in that period with the mind set belonging to that era, then we can only surmise how they thought and why.
I prefer to concentrate on the effects of what was happening to the common people.
When I am writing about the war in my stories, I hope I can capture the feeling of what it was like to be in that world at that time.  There was fear, certainly, but also hope and belief in that they were all fighting for the right cause.

My research is based on the English and Australian people and armies. I am Australian born to English parents and I've attended many ANZAC parades and services on ANZAC day in Australia. However, my heritage is completely British and Irish. I had ancestors who fought and died in WWI. I was amazed to find, while researching my family's genealogy, that one my mother's side, there were great + uncles who fought - six brothers from West Yorkshire went to war, and surprisingly four came home as far as I can find out by the records so far. They bet the odds, but still, that family, my family, lost two, maybe three, young men.

Alfred Ellis - King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry
Died - 2 May 1915

Arthur Ellis - King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry
Died - 1 July 1916

Arthur died on the first day at the Battle of the Somme. One of the worst battled with the biggest loss of men in British military history. You can find out more about the battle here.

WWI is, without doubt, a changing point in history. A time when women were asked to take the roles only held by men. Women worked in factories, on the land, learned to drive ambulances, became battlefield nurses. They stood up and were accounted for. No longer told to stay by the kitchen sink and look after the children, they had a job to do - they kept the country going.
Strong women and brave men.
We, the future generations, should be so proud of them, our ancestors, for fighting to stay alive, both at home and on the battlefield.

As the years roll by and WWI becomes even more distant, a mere event in history, we should never forget such courageous people who suffered, who buckled down, who stuck together, who got on with the job they were asked to do. They saved us from tyranny. They saved us from invasion. They fought for their country to keep it safe and free.

We should never ever forget their sacrifices.

 We should, and always continue to, educate the younger generations that they live this wonderful carefree existence because of the people who fought, and those that died - for us.

Lest We Forget

Monday, June 06, 2016

Free very short story!

Here's a very, very short story I wrote as a treat for my publisher's newsletter.

Lauren pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes as the sun broke out between pewter grey clouds. Sipping her drink, she glanced around at the few other people sitting in the beer garden, trying to pretend it was nearly summer and warmer than it actually was. She refused to give in and go back inside the quaint 18th century pub where it was degrees warmer. It was May for heaven’s sake, they should be sitting outside enjoying sunshine.

Her gaze caught a tall man coming out into the seating area, he was alone, a pint of ale in his hand. He wore jeans, a white shirt and a brown leather jacket. He took the table opposite Lauren’s. Her heart fluttered. She looked away as he glanced across at her, but she noticed his dark eyes, the clean shaven jaw. A handsome man. A confident looking man. She was always attracted to that type.

From the beer garden’s seating area, grass sloped down to the River Avon. Trees hugged the banks and a few ducks swam in and out of the shallows, brown ducklings following in their wake. On a much warmer day the scene would be worthy of a painting. But not today. The sun disappeared again, the clouds were growing darker.

She caught the good looking guy from the other table staring at her. She pretended not to notice. She drank some more of her Pimms and lemonade and sneaked another glance at the man. He was doing something on his phone, his attention gone from her and focused on the phone. This irritated her.

She watched the ducks again, crossing her legs, her foot swinging, showing her annoyance. The sun disappeared behind a blanket of clouds. Lauren shivered, slipped off her sunglasses and popped them in her bag.

‘Not a day for sunglasses, is it?’ The cute guy said.


‘It’s not a day for sitting out in a Pub’s beer garden either.’

Wishing she’d brought a warmer jacket than a thin cropped cardigan, she gave him a cutting glare. ‘I wish summer would hurry up and get here.’

‘It’s not going to happen today.’ His smile seemed tired, as though it was too much effort.

‘Not a lot has happened today!’

The first spots of rain dropped on them, splatting the table like paint from a brush.

Lauren stood at the same time as the man did.

He waited for her, his eyes soft and kind. ‘I’m sorry.’

She didn’t answer him.

‘I’ll make it up to you.’

‘It’s ruined. You ruined our anniversary.’ She ignored the raindrops that landed faster now. ‘You promised me you would be home in time. The meal I cooked is in the bin now. You know I never cook, that’s your job!’

‘I saw the evidence of it when I got home.’

She ignored him and pushed past, storming off into the pub, where it was drier and warmer.

‘Lauren.’ He stood behind her at the bar. ‘I didn’t mean to be gone so long.’

‘Just one day. One day I wanted you to put me first and the restaurant second.’

‘I had a few things to sort out.’

She shrugged and stared down into her drink. ‘Our first anniversary is important too. You know I don’t like cooking, but I did it for you. I tried, for you. If you were going to treat this day as nothing special, then I would have too. I could have done loads of things on my own, like I normally do.’

‘Look at this.’ He held up his phone for her to see.

‘I’m not interested.’

‘Please.’ He thrust the phone in front of her face.

She glanced at the photo, not caring. ‘So?’

‘Look closely.’

Lauren peered closer at the photo of the front of a restaurant, in a cobbled street with huge window boxes of colourful flowers and a curved green awning over the entrance. ‘Why am I looking at this photo?’

He grinned. ‘Where is your favourite place in all the world?’

‘Positano,’ she said without hesitation. It was where she had worked as a waitress in the summer holidays while at university studying archaeology. Every year as soon as uni broke up for the summer, she’d fly to Italy and beg archaeologists to let her help them on digs as a volunteer. Then, at night to earn money she’d waitress in restaurants. 

‘That is a restaurant in Positano,’ her husband told her, still grinning.

She frowned. ‘And?’

‘What is your dream?’

She blinked at the change in topic. ‘My dream?’

‘The dream you’ve always had. The dream you told me when we first met five years ago.’

Sighing, she drank the last of her drink. She remembered the first time she met him at his family’s Italian restaurant, when he came out to greet some of the customers. And, because she loved everything Italian, they soon got talking. That night she told him what her dream was. ‘I wanted to be an archaeologist in Italy.’

‘But then you met me, and we got married and my career was here, and you settled for a job at the museum. And you never got to go work in Italy.’

‘What is this all about?’

‘I was late today because I was handing in my notice at the restaurant.’

‘What? Why?’

He held up the photo on his phone. ‘Because I have bought this restaurant in Positano. And while I’m running my little restaurant, and working all hours like I normally do, you will be digging in dirt in Italy, as you’ve always wanted to.’

‘We are moving to Italy?’ Happiness burst through her. Was he serious?

‘We are. My anniversary present to you, my darling wife,’ he paused to kiss her, ‘is for you to live out your dream. Happy Anniversary.’

 (c) Annemarie Brear 2016

Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Researching the First World War

For some years I have had a fascination of what is known as the First World War, or the Great War. (World War I 1914 – 1918)
This was a time of enormous change in the world. For the first time countries banded together to fight a common enemy. I’ll not go into the politics of the time or the reasons why the war happened, that is for professional historians to determine, but the effects of the war were far reaching, particularly in Europe.
In Great Britain the changes impacted on all walks of life, from the wealthy to the poor. Women were asked to step into the space left behind by the men who went to war. Not only did they have to work the men’s jobs, but they also had to keep the home running as well. Not an easy task to a female population who was expected to simply marry and have children and keep a nice house. Women of that time were sheltered from the world, innocent. All that was soon to change.

In my book, Where Dragonflies Hover, modern woman, Lexi, finds a diary written by an Australian nurse, Allie.
Allie wrote about her time as a nurse in Great War, and of falling in love with Danny, an English officer. She wrote of her struggles to help injured and dying men who came to her straight from the battlefield, covered in mud and blood.

To write Allie’s story I had to do a lot of research about World War I. I enjoy researching, and because the Edwardian Era is one of my favourite eras, it was no hardship to spend hours reading sources from that time.  
I really wanted to make Allie’s story as real as it could be. One of my research sources was reading, The Other Anzacs by Peter Rees. A truly extraordinary book detailing the true stories of Australian nurses in WWI. A lot of my inspiration came from that book. What those nurses went through was simply remarkable.

Another book I read was The Roses of No Man’s Land by Lyn MacDonald. Another interesting account of what the allied nurses and VADs from other countries went through. These women went from the comfort and security of their homes to the heart of battle zones.  They had to learn new skills swiftly, for even dedicated career nurses had never experienced before the types injuries and wounds they encountered only miles from the front line. Those women had to sustain difficulties they never thought of, for example at times they were food shortages, hygiene hardships, danger from bombings, homesickness and many more problems. Yet, these women, some just young girls, dutifully headed into an alien world without the promise of survival.

It is, of course, impossible for me, or anyone, to know exactly how these women felt during this challenging time, we can only read about their experiences. However, simply reading about them is enough for me to give them my heartfelt gratitude and admiration for what they endured.
I hope I did justice to their stories, to what they gave up and for the sacrifices they made to help us win the war.

Where Dragonflies Hover blurb:

Sometimes a glimpse into the past can help make sense of the future …
Everyone thinks Lexi is crazy when she falls in love with Hollingsworth House – a crumbling old Georgian mansion in Yorkshire – and nobody more so than her husband, Dylan. But there’s something very special about the place, and Lexi can sense it. 
Whilst exploring the grounds she stumbles across an old diary and, within its pages, she meets Allie – an Australian nurse working in France during the First World War.
Lexi finally realises her dream of buying Hollingsworth but her obsession with the ho
use leaves her marriage in tatters. In the lonely nights that follow, Allie’s diary becomes Lexi’s companion, comforting her in moments of darkness and pain. And as Lexi reads, the nurse’s scandalous connection to the house is revealed …

The late sunshine enveloped the house in a golden glow. Again, it seemed to call to her, begging for attention. A path on the left of the drive looked inviting as it meandered through a small strand of poplars. Lexi grabbed her keys, locked the car and took off to explore again. She had nothing to rush home to now, and if she got caught for trespassing, then so be it.
The overgrown pathway brought her out on the far side of the grounds near the end of a small lake. She gazed over the water towards the back of the house and noticed a paved terrace area. From there the lawn then sloped down to the water. She’d not been around the back before and fell even more in love with the property. She could imagine the serenity of sipping a cool drink on a hot summer’s day and looking out over the lake.
Lexi stepped out along the bank. A lone duck swam by, its movement serene on the glassy, dark surface. This side of the lake was in shadow from large pine trees, and she stumbled on fallen pinecones hidden in the long grass. On the opposite side of the water were some small buildings, a garage, fruit trees in early blossom, and an overgrown vegetable patch, complete with a broken, rejected-looking scarecrow.
She wandered over to a narrow shed on her left and peered through its sole, dirty window. Unable to make out much in the dimness, she walked around to the front and was surprised when she was able to pull the bolt back on the door. Why didn’t people lock things? A covered rowboat took up most of the space inside. She smiled, seeing herself rowing it on the lake. Growing more excited, Lexi edged around it to peer at the workbenches and the odd assortment of tools and useless things one found in abandoned sheds. It was like treasure hunting in an antique shop. She used to love doing that with her grandfather.
She glanced about and spied a dusty painting leaning against the wall. The scene was of a child and a brown dog. Behind the canvas were more paintings, some framed, some not. Lexi flicked through them. The ones that caught her attention she took out and set aside.
She looked for somewhere to sit and study the paintings. A small tin trunk wedged under a workbench seemed the only offering. Thinking it empty, she went to tug it out, but it remained fast.
Using both hands, she heaved it out and was showered in a puff of dust. Squatting down, she inspected the latch that was held tight with a small lock. ‘Why are you locked?’ she murmured. The shed was open to anyone passing by, yet this ugly little chest had a lock on it. The trunk was nothing special, plain and in parts rusted. No ornament or writing hinted at its use.
Intrigued, she grabbed a hammer from the workbench, but then hesitated. She had no right to open someone else’s property. Lexi closed her eyes momentarily. What was she thinking of breaking into the trunk? What am I doing? Never had she broken the law and here she was guilty of trespassing and breaking and entering! She looked around the rowboat as though expecting someone to jump out and arrest her.
Something inside urged her on. She knew she couldn’t stop now. Sucking in a deep breath, she bent and hit the lock hard. The ringing sound was loud in the quiet serenity of the garden. The metal dented and with another few solid whacks the lock gave.
Shivers of excitement tingled along her skin. Gently, she eased up the lid.

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Sunday, May 29, 2016

A visit to Harewood House

Today I went to Harewood House, near Leeds, to attend the Good Food Festival, aside from the festival it was an opportunity to visit this lovely country house.

The gardens and surrounding parklands were designed by Lancelot 'Capability' Brown. The lake was in the above photo was one of the creations. To prevent the lake leaking they drove cattle and sheep into the basin of it to stomp down the clay before the water filled it.
To learn more about Capabilty Brown visit this link

Details inside the house always fascinate me. Below stairs this bell system allows the staff to know which room needs attendance.

The terrace over looking the park and lake.

To learn more about Harewood House you can visit their website. 

Monday, May 16, 2016

Some books I've been reading...

I've been doing a bit of reading lately, and here are some of the books, which as you can see are quite varied!
All books are available from Amazon.

Title: The Summer Escape
Author: Lily Graham
I thoroughly enjoyed this story. I wanted to be Ria!!
It was funny, sensitive and full of great characters. Great descriptions.
Ria is such a lovely character who impulsively goes to Crete to escape a terrible job and the rut she had found herself in. There, she changes her life and starts living again, surrounded by helpful and kind people.  Of course she falls in love with the dashing male lead in the story, but who wouldn't? He was the kind of guy that makes you feel good.
Excellent summer read.

Title: Chickens Eat Pasta
Author: Clare Pedrick
In the vein of Under the Tuscan Sun, this autobiography drew my attention as I've always wanted to go to Italy, or France, buy a house and do it up and become part of a village life. Clare does this and I was excited to read her story.
I did feel the first part of the story was a bit stilted and sometimes confusing with all the names and people. I would have liked to learn more about her doing up the house and her struggles to adapt, as it seems much of her life was helped by having money and good Italian friends - without that I doubt she would have found it so easy. At times the story concentrated more on what she was eating and what other people were doing than her own story. Some elements were glossed over too readily.
However, it was an interesting read, and I'm glad it all worked out for her in the end.

Author: Fiona Joseph
Published by: Foxwell Press UK
Year: 2015
Pages: 251
ISBN: 9780957093454
Sub genre: WWI 1915 Birmingham England.

A novel inspired by the female workers at Cadbury Chocolate Factory, the novel centres on three female characters and their stories through this difficult time.
Leonora is the character that has drive and determination to be a forewoman of her section at the factory. However, her manner is cold and her spine unbending when it comes to matters outside of the factory. Although a hard worker, she finds herself overlooked for promotion and this makes her increasingly bitter.
Jessie is a married worker at the factory, whose husband is housebound after an accident at his work. Jessie is the breadwinner, but finding life outside of the home opens Jessie’s eyes to another world where she can be free to find new interests. Sadly her new found freedom creates problems in her marriage, which is suffering under the pressure of her long hours at the factory and her husband’s long convalescence and his struggle to regain his focus and independence.
Finally we have Mary, the boisterous and fun-loving woman who has a sense of family duty and a bucketful of courage. Her adventurous nature gives her an instant friendship with Jessie but earns the disapproval of Leonora.
It takes the climatic events in each of these three women’s lives to make them realise that what they were striving for, isn’t always easily attainable.
Leonora has to learn humbleness to truly understand her role at the factory and in her life.
Jessie must learn compromise and forgiveness to find the happiness she seeks.
While Mary learns that her eagerness to make things right isn’t always the correct way to do things and sometimes you have to let others help you.

Comforts for the Troops is a gentle and interesting read. I enjoyed the three women’s situations. Although I felt at times that each story could have had a little more depth. I would have preferred more back story to each woman. Apart from Mary, we know nothing of Leonora or Jessie’s background really, just the odd comment, but nothing substantial.
 In general though the plots worked and the story flowed. The story set in the Cadbury’s chocolate factory was unique, as everyone has heard of Cadbury’s chocolates. I can tell the author did her research and put much effort into getting the historical details correct.
I give Comforts for the Troops 3 stars.

Author: T.C. Kuhn
Published by: Amazon UK
Year: 2015
Sub genre: WWII 1942 Manila.

The Kimono Song is set in Manila in 1945, but with flash backs to 1942. The story starts with the main character, Captain Helen Williamson, a nurse in the U.S. Army Nursing Corps, going on a bus journey after the war has finished, and it is during this bus journey that she reminisces about the last three years of the war.
In 1942 with serving in a military hospital for America soldiers, Helen suffers a personal loss, however, her grief has to be put to one side as the Japanese Army sweeps across the Philippines, capturing the hospital. Helen and her fellow nurses are taken to a prisoner of war camp. There, they are kept for three years until the Allies defeat Japan and the prisoner of war camps are liberated.
During the three years incarcerated, Helen and her fellow prisoners have to deal with the brutality of her capturers, the primitive conditions, the lack of medical supplies, the bland diet of limited food and subsequently the numerous deaths that result.
Despite the harsh conditions, Helen manages to find solace in her work nursing the ill and infirm in the make-shift hospital inside the walls of barbed wire.
Although hating the Japanese that rule them, there is one man, Ito, who comes to take charge of the camp, and with whom Helen learns to respect and a friendship grows.
Ito, having experienced years of working in Hawaii, understands the Westerners, and Helen in particular, he finds intriguing. He asks her to treat his soldiers and she agrees, hoping she can convey information back to her own people. Unintentionally, they find their feelings towards each other grow. Helen is in mourning, Ito is missing his wife. There are consequences of their actions.
I don’t want to spoil the ending for readers and so I won’t mention any more of the story line, only to say that I found the ending of the camp flashbacks to be satisfactory.  It worked well. Knowing the history of Japanese officers after their defeat I accepted the plotline as totally plausible.
However the ending of the story as a whole, (one year after the war finished) I found less agreeable.  I didn’t understand Helen’s actions, the whole reason for her bus journey through a war torn country to visit someone, who didn’t need visiting and which I feel was a little cruel. But, that is my opinion and others may feel the ending is completely correct to the tory and characters.
That said, I did enjoy this story. I believe the author did well with the research, and the characters were three dimensional. I found at odd times the American dialect to be a little over the top when spoken by the G.I.s who Helen encountered on the bus journey.
Overall, The Kimono Song is a book worth reading. I recommend it to anyone who enjoys WWII fiction. Also I think the cover suits the story, which is always nice to see.
I give The Kimono Song 3 stars.

Monday, May 02, 2016

Free for 5 days!

Starting tomorrow May 3rd, Broken Hero is on a free promotion for 5 days!

Audrey Pearson's life changed dramatically when WWII broke out and her large home, Twelve Pines on the East Yorkshire coast, became a convalescence home for wounded soldiers. Her life is no longer lavish with entertainment, beautiful clothes and surrounded by a loving family. Soldiers, physically and mentally wounded now fill her home. The smell of disinfectant replaces her mother's perfume and gone are the friends and acquaintances - instead nurses roam the hallways. 
Captain Jake Harding, a doctor training in psychiatry arrives at Twelve Pines. Audrey immediately finds herself attracted to the Captain, but he is remote towards her. Puzzled by his cold behaviour, Audrey tries to learn more about the handsome Captain. He reveals that he's lost a wife and baby in childbirth and refuses to ever remarry. 
However, despite this, Audrey believes she can change his mind and make him aware he doesn't have to spend his life alone.The ice around Jake's heart begins to melt. For years he has rejected the possibility of finding love again because of the pain it caused him before, but the beautiful Audrey shows him her love and she needs someone to love her in return. 
Could he honestly walk away from her, from the love that could be his? 

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