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Title: The Seamstress on Cider Lane
Author: Jillianne Hamilton
Genre: Historical Romance
About The Seamstress on Cider Lane:
The Germans pause their bombing raids on London but life on the homefront is certainly far from ordinary. The Seamstress on Cider Lane is a lighthearted and hopeful romance, perfect for fans of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and The Last Bookshop in London. Gifted seamstress Nora Archer opens a sewing shop just as clothing becomes rationed and scarce in Britain. London’s fashionable elites soon discover her remarkable talent for giving garments new life and her skills are soon in high demand. Having lost his flat during the Blitz, Jack Parker is relieved to finally locate a new home. He finds himself living under the same roof as Nora, the spirited and enchanting woman he thought he’d lost, as well as Nora’s protective aunt. Despite her aunt’s warnings, Nora can’t help falling for Jack. However, the sweet and bookish teacher is from a different world and Nora doesn’t know if she fits in or if Jack might be too good to be true. She can’t deny the intense attraction between herself and Jack—and neither of them wants to. When a struggling friend's desperate plea for help lures Nora into the dodgy clothing black market, she risks not only her business and reputation but also her blossoming relationship with Jack. Will Jack and Nora’s wartime romance survive when Nora’s secrets are revealed?Out Now:
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Excerpt:
NORA
“Tell
me about that student who was causing you trouble again,” I said with a
mischievous smirk. “Martin something? Sounds like a proper rascal.”
“Oh, yes. You must be speaking of Marvin,” Jack said,
playing along. “Such a firebrand.”
Marvin laughed across the table. “Hey, I am not!”
Jack put his hand over his mouth. “Goodness, I completely
forgot. Oh, that’s awkward. I mean, uh, it’s a different Marvin, not you.”
I laughed and bit my lip as Jack winked at Marvin.
“Just because you live in the same house that doesn’t mean I
want you to go easy on my boy,” Uncle Harry said, finishing off his tea and
sliding his chair out from the table.
“But you needn’t be tougher on him either,” Gloria added as
Harry went upstairs to finish getting ready for the day.
“He treats me like he treats everyone else,” Marvin added,
toast crumbs collecting on his chin.
“And is he one of your nicer teachers or is a mean one?” I
glanced at Jack as I propped my elbow up on the table and rested my cheek in my
palm.
“He’s one of the nicer ones. He doesn’t yell like some of
the other teachers,” Marvin glanced at Jack. “Well, most of the time.”
Gloria stood and kissed the top of Marvin’s head. “You
better go brush your teeth, dear, and don’t forget to comb your hair.” She
began collecting the cups and plates and disappeared into the kitchen.
As Marvin scurried from the table, I raised an eyebrow at
Jack. “Do you scream at those poor children?”
“Of course I don’t,” he said. “Sometimes you need to, well,
raise your voice a little to get their attention.”
I shook my head and sighed. “I never took you for a cruel
schoolmaster, Mr. Parker.”
“I’m Mr. Parker now, am I? Why does it sound so mocking when
you say it?” His eyes narrowed slightly and his lip curled into a wicked grin.
“Because I’m mocking you.”
The warmth in his eyes and the way they quickly grazed my
neck made me blush.
“So, do you think any girls in the class have a crush on
you?” I sat back in my chair. “I believe I
fancied a teacher when I was that age.”
Without missing a beat, Jack replied, “Do you fancy a
teacher now?”
I studied his face for any hint of sincerity before picking
up my tea again. I would not be thrown by his directness.
“No,” I said, taking a moment to sip my tea. “I find them
rather vain.”
Jack laughed. “Vain?”
“Exactly.” I smiled wide at him. “And smug.”
He placed both hands over his chest. “I am positively
wounded.”
I sipped my tea again. “You’ll live.”
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