I am absolutely delighted to be a part of this epic Spellbound Books St. Patrick’s Day, book tour with ZooLoos Book Tours, I am very excited to be sharing these books with you over the coming days. Today is my first of the three stops and I am sharing an exclusive excerpt of the utterly gorgeous; Secrets Under Spanish Skies by Pauline Morgan.

About the Book

Secrets Under Spanish Skies by Pauline Morgan

A New Country.

A New Start.

Moya moved from Dublin to Nottingham when she was a teenager and met Kevin. But, after they were married he became increasingly controlling, and her only solace was in attending Spanish and book-keeping night classes.

When Moya finds out Kevin has cheated on her – worse still, re-mortgaged their house to support his now pregnant mistress, she is devasted and left broken hearted.

At an all-time low, Moya’s oldest friend suggests she join her in Spain. Taking a leap of faith, Moya decides a fresh start in a new country is just what she needs.

But upon her arrival a prediction by a Spanish gipsy’s unnerves Moya…

Is Mateo the mysterious Lawyer all he really seems to be or is Moya about to open up Pandora’s Box to secrets under Spanish Skies.

Book Links

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Secrets-Under-Spanish-Skies-heartwarming-ebook/dp/B09SQCSFYY

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/Secrets-Under-Spanish-Skies-heartwarming-ebook/dp/B09SQCSFYY

Book Excerpt

I can’t miss the large crack in the pavement outside the garden gate – another reminder of my messed-up past. It happened when a massive lorry delivered a new American-style fridge-freezer, which Kevin always wanted. That hit the savings hard. It wasn’t the first time he splurged out on stuff we couldn’t afford, constantly ashamed of the second-hand goods I bought to save a few quid. For peace of mind, I must try to dissolve these painful memories.

Danny’s touch brings me back to the real world, the heat of his hand penetrating the thin layer of my top, most unsuitable for the chilly winds of March.

“That’s everything completed, boss,” Gary announces, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead.

“Thanks, Gary, you did a great job. Once you’ve parked up, take the rest of the day off. And there’ll be something extra in your wages.” They do a manly fist bump before Gary goes to the van.

“Okay, Moya, first things first – I promised you a meal. Let’s get your suitcases into the car.” He grabs the two suitcases with ease. Last night, I struggled to fetch them down the stairs, having packed too much, unsure where I was going or how long I’d be there.

Gary drives off, revealing Danny’s car, a sporty model of the latest Mercedes. He opens the metallic-blue door to display a cream leather interior with navy piping around the edges. The dashboard is full of gadgets, giving it a cockpit appearance – everything in the same cream leather casing.

“Madam, your carriage awaits you,” he says, performing a mock bow as he tries to keep a straight face.

“Behave yourself, now.” The curtain twitches from Mrs Palmer’s, the gossipy next-door neighbour. “She’ll be having a field day,” I say, laughing to myself, not caring finally.

I slide onto the leather seat, praying my jeans haven’t got anything sharp in the back pocket to scratch the high-grade hide. The car smells new, with pristine mats fitted into the footwells. Danny climbs in and starts the engine, giving me a warm smile. He pats my knee then focuses on driving away. I want to touch my knee. What a strange sensation I get whenever he connects with me.

The journey is one of silence, and I’ve got no idea where he’s taking me. Out of the blue, his mobile rings in its cradle. I couldn’t help notice the photo of a beautiful blonde woman adorning the screen. A voice alert repeats Roxy’s calling. I steal a glance at Danny to see his severe expression before he reaches over to cut the call off. I turn my head to view the passing countryside, not realising we’ve already left the bustling city behind. Who is Roxy? Why did he cut her call off?

Danny swings the car into a leafy tree-lined lane, which surprises me as I didn’t expect to see trees still dressed with leaves for this time of the year. The road leads to an oldie-world coaching inn, and he parks outside the entrance.

“Oh, wow. I love rustic-thatch buildings, especially Tudor. Something so old withstands the mark of time and man’s interference.” I whisper it to myself but see Danny grinning.

“I kind of know what you mean,” he says. “There’s something warm in historic buildings.”

“Hey, look over there, a set of old stocks. Perfect for a cheating philanderer like Kevin. Don’t you think?” I can’t believe I just said that, letting such toxic words spill out of my mouth.

Danny takes my hand, his grip warm, and I jump. Jesus, what is it with this man’s touch? I turn to him, his smokey eyes making direct contact. My heart flitters like a love-struck teen, and my tummy fizzes over. Is this for real? We move towards each other simultaneously – in slow motion – as if drawn by a magnet until our lips meet. His arm is around my shoulders, pulling me closer. My lips parted, and our tongues meet, and I’m back there in the nightclub. Oh, God, I’m enjoying this – it’s been so long since a man’s paid me any real attention. No one’s ever come close to kissing me, only Kevin. And it’s been six months since he left me. I give Danny as good as I get but can’t help wondering will it be awkward when we pull apart? I’m still intact. This has to be an omen.

About the Author

The call to Pauline Morgan’s native Northern Ireland was too strong and, after a fascinating stint overseas, she recently relocated there. Pauline had some unique mystical experiences in various houses she lived in and, as a result, self-published the paranormal Special Houses. She has been a member of the Romantic Novelist Association and participated in their New Writers’ Scheme.  She attended a day course in Editing, tutored by author/mentor Morgen Bailey. 

Pauline is a member of Writers Ink, a multi-award winning http://www.writing.ie 

She has written short stories; published in Woman’s Way and Irelands Own iconic magazine. Pauline enjoyed entering Flash Fiction competitions and was long-listed at Kanturk Arts Festival. 

Her first poem Airborne, published on Pendemic.ie website March 2020 

Pauline has completed a women’s ‘fiction book called The Ballynoon Friendship Circle, her debut novel to be published by SpellBound Books in early 2021. Pauline is working on a standalone book Christmas novel. 

She engages with an extensive network of social writing groups on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and LinkedIn.  

Pauline turns her incredible imagination into words to create beautiful stories in different genres. She has a relaxed style of writing, and her mentor describes it as heart-warming and cosy. Pauline never shies away from any given written tasks. 

Follow her at:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/paulinemorganachievingauthor/

Instagram: https://twitter.com/paulinemorgan56

Follow the Tour

A huge thank you to Zoe at Zooloos Book Tours and Spell Bound Books for the invite to this epic tour, do have a look at the other stops on this tour.

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