Wednesday, 5 September 2018
It Happened on Dufferin Terrace by Melanie Robertson-King
Series:
It Happened (book1)
Genre:
sweet romance
Release
Date: July 22, 2018
Publisher:
King Park Press
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I'll have a review for this brilliant book on the 7th September but for now, read more about it and here's a lovely extract for you too!
Miracle on 34th Street meets Sleepless in Seattle.
Miracle on 34th Street meets Sleepless in Seattle.
Toronto business consultant, Serenity Layne,
knew the only person she could depend on was herself. Married to her career,
she has no time for other pursuits and life’s intangibles.
Widowed for three years, Roger Scott, a data
security specialist in Quebec City, is a single parent to his ten-year-old son,
Adam.
On a day out on the Plains of Abraham with
their black Labrador retriever, Roger’s cell phone rings incessantly. Adam has
played matchmaker and put his father’s profile on a number of online dating
sites.
The week before Christmas, Serenity is
heading up a series of meetings after a six-month study of the Canadian retail
chain, jonathans. After an unpleasant
encounter with one of the store managers, she escapes from the boardroom of the
Château Frontenac Hotel, only to be bowled over by Roger and Adam’s dog.
Guilty over the accident, Roger invites
Serenity out for a drink by way of apology. Over the course of the week, and
spending time together, feelings long dormant for Roger are re-awakened. At the
same time, emotions foreign to Serenity fill her with contentment and
happiness.
Will the couple get their happily ever
after?
EXTRACT
The following morning, six months of gruelling
work came to fruition. In the Place d’Armes conference room, Serenity turned on
her MacBook Air with the PowerPoint presentation and ensured the projector
functioned. In addition to the electronic copy, the hard copies she made in
Montreal for the jonathans
participants were placed them in front of each chair.
This was the first time her superior sat in on
one of her meetings, making her more nervous than normal. Did he not trust her
judgement?
Scheduled to start at ten a.m., a number of
attendees were still missing. The time function on her Fitbit indicated three
minutes to go. The managers had to arrive soon or her boss's trust in her
abilities would be shattered. A brief assessment of her leather-bound notebook
confirmed the time and date.
Gradually, men in three-piece suits, shirts and
ties straggled in. They nodded at her as they took their seats. During her
visits to the outlets across Canada, she came together with them. All were
friendly and cooperative. Some stores performed well, while others struggled.
The head of jonathans
made his entrance. Well over six feet in stature, with a stocky frame, his
imposing size commanded respect and attention.
“Good morning,” she said.
The man acknowledged her with a nod of his head
and moved to the head of the table.
Now, she and the other attendees waited for her
missing employer and one last jonathans
employee.
“We’ll give them another five minutes then
we’ll start. In the meantime, feel free to look at the documents in front of
you.” She lingered by the chair used by the director of the Vancouver location
and smiled.
The door burst open, eliminating the
opportunity to speak with the gentleman. In the gap stood the man from the
Yorkville Avenue outlet, as unkempt as the first time she met him. When he
looked up, his eyes bulged, and his jaw dropped. “You’re the hard-nosed, jumped
up high and mighty who made trouble. You’re the reason we’re having this
powwow,” he snapped.
The hairs on the back of her neck bristled.
Coat plucked from the rack, she darted out the door putting on the garment on
the fly. The man busted her straight away. No way could she head this meeting
now. Where was Martin Thacker? He would have stood by her.
She left the hotel, turned right, and scurried
through the arched vehicular entryway on Rue Saint Louis. From there, she
stumbled to the boardwalk running adjacent to the spectacular architecture and
overlooked the St. Lawrence River and the town underneath.
Snow, packed down from shovelling and plowing,
made the boards slippery. High-heeled shoes were inappropriate for the
conditions, but escaping that room was paramount.
Why did she allow that man to antagonize her?
Any other time, any other meeting and she would have let comments like his roll
off her. This action was out of character.
Struggling to maintain her balance, she picked
her way to the hand rail. At least she had gloves in her pockets. After
extracting the knitted mittens, she pulled them on her hands and tried to
regain her composure so she could go back to the meeting. She would have to
create an excuse for her sudden departure.
Arms resting on the bannister, she took in
long, slow breaths. Each time she exhaled a puff of steam formed in front of
her.
About to go back into the warmth of the hotel’s
conference room, she let go and turned. A massive black dog charged at her with
a man and a boy in pursuit. The ear flaps of the man’s trapper hat resembled
wings. Stretched out horizontally, how he managed not to take flight astounded
her.
“Tori, bad girl. Halt.” The man shouted
commands to the canine, but the animal was oblivious to them.
Before
she had an opportunity to react, the black Lab launched itself in the air and
hit her square in the chest knocking her to the ground. The impact sent her
eyeglasses flying and they crashed on the granite ledge beneath the handrail.
The child dove for them but couldn’t get a proper grip. His fingertips brushed
the frames and her eyewear skittered away from him on the icy rock and
vanished.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Melanie Robertson-King has always been a fan of
the written word. Growing up as an only child, her face was almost always
buried in a book from the time she could read. Her father was one of the
thousands of Home Children sent to Canada through the auspices of The Orphan
Homes of Scotland, and she has been fortunate to be able to visit her father’s
homeland many times and even met the Princess Royal (Princess Anne) at the
orphanage where he was raised.
Facebook: Melanie
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Twitter: @RobertsoKing
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Blog: Celtic Connexions
Website: melanierobertson-king.com
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