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Second Chances At The Log Cabin By Catherine Ferguson

Second Chances At The Log Cabin‘Second Chances At The Log Cabin’ is the latest book by Catherine Ferguson.

When Roxy proposes to her boyfriend Jackson in a moment of madness on live TV, she’s mortified when he rejects her. To escape the embarrassment, she takes a job working as baking assistant at the idyllic Log Fire Cabin. Roxy hopes the new job will take her mind off Jackson, because to her eternal annoyance, she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him. But when Jackson turns up at the cabin unexpectedly, things begin to go wrong. With a sprinkle of snow, the help of new friends and more than a couple of mince pies, can Roxy heal her heart in time for Christmas?

I haven’t read many books by Catherine Ferguson, but after reading this festive delight, I’ll definitely be looking into other books by the romantic author.

In this story, we meet Roxy. She thinks she’s met the man of her dreams, Jackson is handsome, charming and kind, everything she is looking for in a partner. After being made redundant and Jackson offers for her to move into his house, Roxy thinks that her life is changing for the best and suddenly spurned on by Dutch courage, finds herself proposing to him on live television, only to be turned down.

Heartbroken and jobless, Roxy retreats to lick her wounds, as every time she pops out, someone recognises her reminding her of the embarrassment. But, one day when she’s feeling particularly low, she runs into Poppy, who’s stressed out with her busy job as a cook and randomly offers Roxy a job.

Not the best cook in the world but willing to give it a go, Roxy accepts and finds herself at a log cabin preparing food for strangers, pretending she’s a cuisine chef, but amongst those that she’s cooking for is Jackson with his new partner Sophie.

I loved this story, it’s a modern love story with strong characters and lots of humour and charm weaved throughout. Roxy is a lovely character, she’s fun but she’s broken from a previous relationship and scarred from a teenage incident she finds it hard to trust people. She lacks in self confidence and belief but as the story progress, we see her grow in confidence and blossom. She handles interactions with Jackson with humour and grace, even though he publicly humiliated her. Her boss Poppy is also a charming character, kind and bubbly whereas as Jackson’s new partner is quite cruel and cutting which made for entertaining reading as the personalities clashed.

A heart-warming and festive tale about love and new beginnings, ‘Second Chances at the Log Cabin’ is the perfect festive read, filled with the mouth-watering recipes, that will have the reader reaching for their mixing bowls!

You can buy Second Chances at the Log Fire Cabin from Amazon

Love Among The Treetops Book Tour – A Typical Writers Day

“CatherineOn the book tour for Catherine Ferguson’s brand new book called ‘Love Among The Treetops’, Catherine describes her typical writing day.

I’m lucky enough to be able to spend most of my working hours writing – although, in common with a lot of authors, I do supplement my income with another job. In my case, that means rising early and walking to my local cleaning job at a well-known home furnishings & women’s wear store! I do this four mornings a week for just an hour and a half, and the benefits are far greater than the extra money in my pocket.

First, it’s my exercise for the day (half an hour each way) and second, it gets me up and motivated and back at my laptop, raring to go, by nine-thirty. I like the social side, too – it can be quite a lonely life being a writer, closeted away for hours on end with just the laptop for company.

Now, when I said ‘back at my laptop for nine-thirty’, I did, of course, mean ten-thirty – after I’ve enjoyed a couple of well-earned coffees and some breakfast while watching ITV’s Lorraine, which is essential viewing if you want fresh ideas for new stories (or so I tell myself).

After breakfast, I spend about half an hour trying to resist checking the Amazon rankings but failing, catching up with e-mails and seeing what’s happening on Twitter Then I’m just about ready to start writing. (Just need to grab another coffee first.)

Hopefully, I will have made rough notes on the next part of my story the day before. This works well for me. It means I know where I’m going next in the book even before I sit down at the laptop – which makes it not half as scary as it otherwise would be!

I aim to write around 1,500 words per day and usually try to accomplish this by ‘lunch-time’, which can be anything from midday to mid-afternoon! By then, I find all the emotion of living the story with my characters has taken a bit of a toll on my energy levels. (I’m always amazed by how exhausting it can be, writing on emotional subjects – particularly when your main character has hit rock bottom. You feel all the see-saw emotions she’s going through and it’s almost as if you’ve been through it yourself!)

Love Among The Treetops

After that, I will stop for food and perhaps catch up on a drama on TV just to unwind a bit. Then often I’ll go for a walk.

I’ve learned that walking as part of my writing routine is really a no-brainer. The benefits are amazing. There’s the exercise and fresh air and the break from sitting at the laptop. But there’s also the magic that seems to happen when my mind is free to wander. Time and again, it’s when I’m out walking that the perfect plot twist or character will just pop into my head. If I’m having difficulty moving the story on, the perfect solution is likely to occur to me while I’m out for my walk.

By four, my working day is over, but that’s okay because I’ll be up at six next morning to do a bit of writing before I head off to my cleaning job.

You can pre-order Love Among the Treetops from Amazon and will be available to buy from good bookshops from 17th May 2018.

Christmas At Log Fire Cabin Book Tour – Extract

Christmas At Log Fire Cabin I’m kicking off the book tour for Catherine Ferguson’s new book ‘Christmas At The Log Fire Cabin’. Sit back and enjoy an extract from this festive story.

When I woke, I knew – even before I drew back the curtains – that it had snowed overnight.

The light was subtly different and there was an eerie, muffled quality to the early-morning sounds out in the village of Angelford, where the shop-owners were gearing up for another chaotic, till-ringing day of pre-Christmas cheer and gift-buying.

I slipped out of bed and crossed to the window. The snow glittered in the weak early-December sunlight, swathed like a smooth layer of white icing over our tiny front garden, making comical bulbous shapes out of the holly bush and the little rickety gate.

Standing there, I thought of that other Christmas long ago, when I was twelve. Our mad snowball fight. How I’d battled to keep the snowballs coming to defend myself, hurling them too soon in my excitement so that they ended up as little more than puffs of snow rising up into the air. I remember squealing with laughter as icy water leaked down the back of my coat, my hands numb and raw with the cold because, despite Mum’s best efforts, I wouldn’t wear my gloves.

The snow always brought the memories of that time flooding back.

Not that I ever forgot.

I’d tried to wipe it from my mind. Pretend it didn’t matter. But meeting my real dad when I was twelve, only for him to turn his back on me, wasn’t exactly the sort of thing you could blot out at will.

I’d spent four days with him that Christmas. Days that were full of kindness and laughter and learning all about exotic Italy, the place where he was born. And how to make the perfect snowball.

Alessandro Bianchi made me feel that I was worth knowing. He’d listened intently to the things I told him about my life and laughed at my jokes, such a stark contrast to the way my bullying stepfather, Martin, made me feel. Although it had happened years ago – I was thirty now, all grown up – I could still recall that breathless sense of wonder when Mum told me Alessandro was my real dad.

I’d had a sense that I was on the brink of something really special; that a whole new life was opening up for me …

How wrong I’d been.

My insides clenched and I turned away from the snowy scene.

It never did me any good to think about the time my real dad came to visit; to linger on those few days I spent with him, as Mum stood by, wary and watching, like a hen protecting her chick.

In my hopeful childhood innocence, I’d assumed it would be the start of something real and life-changing. But in the end, those few days of Christmas turned out to be sparkling but transitory, like the snow itself. All too soon they had melted away into nothing…

If you enjoyed that, then good news as you can pre-order Christmas at the Log Fire Cabin from Amazon and will be available to buy from good bookshops from 30th November 2017.

The Secret Of Ivy Garden Book Tour – Extract

The Secrets Of Ivy GardenToday, I’m hosting the book tour for Catherine Ferguson’s new book, ‘The Secrets Of Ivy Garden’ and I’ve an extract from the sweet book. So, sit back, relax and enjoy.

Whenever I think of the Cotswolds, where Ivy lived the last decade of her life, I think of the row of pretty golden stone cottages skirting Appleton village green and the gnarled old oak tree by the cricket pavilion. In my mind, it’s always summer there and the sky is always blue.

But when I step off the train at Stroud – the nearest station to Appleton – I’m faced with a rather different view of the Cotswolds. Storms have been raging all week, causing destruction right across the country, and today appears to be no exception. I peer out of the station entrance at people scurrying for shelter from the steady drizzle and gusty wind.

I can’t afford to hang around. There’s only one bus to Appleton every two hours – and the next one leaves in ten minutes.

Grabbing a firmer hold of my suitcase, I start running for the bus station, dodging passers-by and puddles of rainwater. As long as the bus doesn’t leave early, I should just about make it.

And then it happens.

I round the corner a little too briskly, step to one side to avoid a man with a briefcase, and instead, cannon right into someone else.

Momentarily winded, I register the black habit and white veil the woman is wearing and my heart gives a sickening thud.

Oh God, I just nearly decked a religious person!

But worse is to come.

The nun, who I notice is remarkably tall, stops for a second to regain her balance. But she lists too far to one side and ends up staggering off the pavement into the water-logged gutter.

To say I’m mortified is a vast understatement.

‘I’m so, so sorry!’ I reach out to her, then draw back my hand, just in case she’s taken some kind of vow that forbids any form of physical contact during high winds. ‘God, are you all right?’

Shit, why did I have to say ‘God’?

She’s bending to retrieve her glasses, which mustn’t fit very well because they seem to have gone flying when she over-balanced. Her attempts at picking them up are failing miserably – so, flushed and overcome with guilt, I dive in, swipe them off the ground then rub them clean on my coat before handing them back.

She puts them on, almost stabbing herself in the eye, and that’s when I notice something odd. The glasses are attached to a large, false nose.

She sways and I grab her arm to steady her, wondering what on earth is going on.

‘Seen a bunch of people dressed as monks and nuns?’ she slurs in a voice that’s surprisingly full of gravel and several octaves lower than I was expecting.

‘Disappeared. And it’s my turn to get the beers in.’

Stunned, I shake my head. So not a nun, then. Not female either, come to that.

I glance at my watch.

Bugger!

Thanks to this stag-do buffoon, I’ve now missed the bus to Appleton and there won’t be another one along for at least two hours.

An arm snakes round my waist. ‘Hey, why don’t you come along? Join the pub crawl?’

Actually, how it sounds is Heywhydntcmlongjnpubcrawl? I stare up at his stupid false nose and black-rimmed glasses, the lenses of which are like jam jar bottoms. I’m amazed he can see through them. No wonder he charged right into me.

Like what you read? Then you can buy The Secrets Of Ivy Garden from Amazon

Cover Reveal – The Secrets Of Ivy Garden By Catherine Ferguson

The Secrets Of Ivy GardenThe cover has been revealed for Catherine Ferguson’s new book, ‘The Secrets Of Ivy Garden’ and it’s a pretty one.

What the back cover says

When Holly breaks up with her boyfriend Dean, she’s at a loss as to what to do next. But things go from bad to worse when her beloved grandmother Ivy dies – and Holly is left in charge of sorting out Ivy’s house and garden. As she sorts through her grandmother’s belongings and makes her way through the wilderness outside, Holly soon finds that there is more to Ivy than meets the eye, and uncovers a surprising family secret that changes everything…

This is a heart-warming and hilarious story from Catherine Ferguson about starting over, learning to garden and most of all learning to love.

You can pre-order The Secrets of Ivy Garden from Amazon and will be available to buy from 3rd April 2017.