tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40557160415593484432024-02-07T04:53:08.286+00:00Sarah Pond AuthorSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09094763885215224448noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055716041559348443.post-72910363439759271052016-02-18T16:20:00.018+00:002024-01-11T11:52:29.869+00:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif" style="color: #444444;"><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div align="center" class="Body" style="line-height: 32px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: left;">New book out now...</span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0ITfc-EmaIQXIugeqLoVo48ar-2b1CmHTCUv0gCuNhEo27Dqweb-N-3iTJzaJNK8Lh_SG4kAWH6MKud5ng2S_qeeVTDS7i2CA1sy2hGWF3qi321A7d58FJSHtxVPDvTMve3A2am8sFIbX232MjPOJZQsKyUCUFGEdTqsjRKD1Ok2WXZj7IXTLzC20P4/s2400/JASMINE%20Final%20Cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0ITfc-EmaIQXIugeqLoVo48ar-2b1CmHTCUv0gCuNhEo27Dqweb-N-3iTJzaJNK8Lh_SG4kAWH6MKud5ng2S_qeeVTDS7i2CA1sy2hGWF3qi321A7d58FJSHtxVPDvTMve3A2am8sFIbX232MjPOJZQsKyUCUFGEdTqsjRKD1Ok2WXZj7IXTLzC20P4/s320/JASMINE%20Final%20Cover.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: left;">If you wanted to know more about Jasmine, before she met Olivia, this is the book for you</span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqKXkw1F-4fMt5EXPNSerxvoqQY8K4oR9oXg_3zOkp1-6GjwSQcnZpgO2v5kNCV3IgPouIZEDgMDvKoCJUs0c01-u4qE3BmnMNJEbKMX2iOY03vr8syO4rMWIYY3h7JIJbl38G3aRRL0/s1600/CitrusBlossomCoverWeb.jpg" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqKXkw1F-4fMt5EXPNSerxvoqQY8K4oR9oXg_3zOkp1-6GjwSQcnZpgO2v5kNCV3IgPouIZEDgMDvKoCJUs0c01-u4qE3BmnMNJEbKMX2iOY03vr8syO4rMWIYY3h7JIJbl38G3aRRL0/s320/CitrusBlossomCoverWeb.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif">She didn't know when it started, when things had changed. Had there been signs, and she had been too caught up in other things to see them... Maybe it was just a phase, or was she starting to lose it? Or maybe she was beginning to find herself. Perhaps she could just give in to it, let herself go...</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #444444;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif">When Olivia moves from Cornwall to London to begin a new career, and meets her new boss, Jasmine, she has no idea how it's going to turn her world upside down. She had longed for the excitement of London, but what she hadn't expected was the passion and heartache when everything that she thought she knew about herself is questioned.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">In a world of expectation, including your own, following your heart can sometimes be the hardest thing to do.</span></div></div></div></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif" style="color: #444444;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZB3sdyAYqmDEIWJKHaGHdATeueqVZ2roizpFsL2wknhQ8yGzhKGaix1nY0gzlzSyi-Mke-XEgruEckPJuumbBUzhPmsMdc28NuOySTc0yoE-oOv3V8dfH9YwvC93udPA0xYqfSZWH0U/s1600/HIBISCUSCOVER.jpg" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZB3sdyAYqmDEIWJKHaGHdATeueqVZ2roizpFsL2wknhQ8yGzhKGaix1nY0gzlzSyi-Mke-XEgruEckPJuumbBUzhPmsMdc28NuOySTc0yoE-oOv3V8dfH9YwvC93udPA0xYqfSZWH0U/s320/HIBISCUSCOVER.jpg" width="211" /></span></a></b></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">When Rachel has her first holiday in years after starting her art gallery, she was expecting some time to herself to relax. She didn't expect to have a passionate affair, and would never have dreamed it would have been with a woman.</span></div></div></div><div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Lea loves living in her quiet coastal village. When she meets the woman staying at a nearby cottage, she thinks she's met the love of her life.</span></div></div><div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #444444;">Despite their connection, Rachel thinks it's just a holiday fling. Thinking that they'll never see each other again, fate has other ideas. But with such different outlooks and lifestyles, not to mention the distance between them, could a relationship ever work?</span> </span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; margin: 0px;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="font-family: "times new roman"; margin: 0px;"><br /></div></div></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCIKHlVyVpdY0yxur_ORXIzPqRwsCnye-s8CTMIcXKacf1Z2ClXXuKQJT0SmSB8ta5ygBRk1MmdCAHoFwObIZ_5HI_obvTRmWkuQ-VRFAPeHjFVIDhWbFQbYqAW9wzbcFjA3KlzOqQQ7I/s1600/PJscover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1029" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCIKHlVyVpdY0yxur_ORXIzPqRwsCnye-s8CTMIcXKacf1Z2ClXXuKQJT0SmSB8ta5ygBRk1MmdCAHoFwObIZ_5HI_obvTRmWkuQ-VRFAPeHjFVIDhWbFQbYqAW9wzbcFjA3KlzOqQQ7I/s320/PJscover.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><div align="center" class="Body" style="line-height: 32px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">When she woke up that morning, she had no idea that today was going to be the day that would change her life.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">It was only looking back, that Daisy realised that the day she had locked herself out of her house, still wearing her pyjamas under her clothes, was the day that things had begun to change.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">After a life of routine, sensible clothes and with a marriage behind her, 40 year old Daisy knows it's time to start doing things differently. Her daughter is still her priority, but maybe she can start to let her hair down a bit...</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: start;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZiWu0nN0Hjtl3T0-Dt-mOFOiiN-dbUIkQYxMAI0NyM-4zaDhp-DFE9-Fnt87hcVvb2SS0iE1551fqaMj8mcj80MqvNHjLO0kDat9PRuM9i03qXfOdcd8XFjc-QyEPteYRFkSPaAfZck/s2525/The+Cafe+ebook.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2525" data-original-width="1587" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZiWu0nN0Hjtl3T0-Dt-mOFOiiN-dbUIkQYxMAI0NyM-4zaDhp-DFE9-Fnt87hcVvb2SS0iE1551fqaMj8mcj80MqvNHjLO0kDat9PRuM9i03qXfOdcd8XFjc-QyEPteYRFkSPaAfZck/s320/The+Cafe+ebook.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"></div><div><span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; line-height: 1.5;">When Laurel had happened to glance out of the cafe window at that precise moment, she couldn't help but hold her breath for a moment, and the smile that followed was so natural. She didn't think that the woman walking by had even noticed her. She idly wondered that this sort of thing in life happened. That one person could look at another, and be so captivated by someone, whilst the other continued with their life obliviously.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><div><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"></span><br style="text-align: left;" />
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