Breaking Through

by Gill Sanderson

Genres: Romance Anthologies & Collections; Contemporary Romance; Medical Romance; Workplace Romance

Synopsis

Fleeing a broken relationship and her ex-fiancé?s wedding to someone else, Freya Storm has convinced herself that she is absolutely fine holed up on an isolated country estate, working hard to produce a historical guide. Things seem to be going well, until a tall and handsome jogger appears one day while she is taking photographs and mistakes Freya for a tabloid journalist, causing her to smash her camera and putting the completion of her guide on time into jeopardy. Realising his mistake, the stranger offers to help in any way he can, and Freya quickly finds that things are suddenly going very well indeed.

Release date: August 28, 2014

Publisher: Accent Press

Print pages: 18

Sample

It was the time of day when Freya Storm enjoyed Lord’s Chase best. First thing on a summer’s morning, just as the rising sun cleared the mist shrouding the fir trees. Ghostly, but magic. The Chase folded itself round her, made her feel secure. She doubted if there was another person for miles. She needed this solitude.

It had been called the Lord’s Chase for the past six hundred years, but the lords and their hounds had long since disappeared along with the villages and tiny uphill farms. Regimented fir trees now cloaked most of the valley. Here and there, however, there were signs amongst the trees of a life now gone. Paths, fragments of walls, plants clinging to forgotten pockets of garden. That was what Freya was here for today.

Ahead of her, the trunk of a long dead oak lay across the path, uncleared by the foresters. She scrambled over it and stopped, as entranced as she had been yesterday when she’d found this ruin of an ancient cottage. It had no roof or windows, but she could still see sandstone walls, the chimney – now clad in greenery – the outline of a garden. Yesterday the light had been wrong for a photo, but now, with the sun behind her, this would make the perfect front cover for her guide. She crouched, levelled her camera and … what was that noise?

One of the delights of walking through the woods this early was the dawn chorus. But this was no bird son. . .