Today I have an excerpt from Book two of the Guernsey novels, these are being added to my TBR list especially after reading this excerpt! I need to know what happens now! Check out the giveaway at the bottom – hosted by Globeflower who invited me on this tour! See the tour banner to follow the rest of the tour, or catch up on what you have missed
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‘I want a divorce!’
Nicole’s cry hung in the air as she slammed out of the house. She flung herself into the driver’s seat of her car, an Audi TT parked adjacent to its twin. After substantial and unnecessary, but therapeutic revving, the car shot out onto the road as Tom appeared at the front door, shouting something Nicole couldn’t and didn’t want to hear.
Half a mile along the road towards Bath, she pulled into a layby and, leaning her head on the steering wheel, sobbed. A few minutes of unrestrained tears later, Nicole reached for a tissue from her handbag and, using the vanity mirror for guidance, wiped the black streaks of mascara from her face and blew her reddened nose. A few deep breaths helped restore her breathing, but her head continued thumping from the release of emotion.
I thought crying was supposed to be good for you, but I’ve never felt so awful. Well, not since I broke my leg skiing when I was twelve. In a rare moment of clarity, she wondered which was worse – a broken leg or an unfaithful husband. It was a close call. Reclining the car seat, Nicole stretched out her tall, slim frame, allowing her clenched muscles to finally relax. What a mess!
It had all started when she wanted to order a food delivery from Sainsbury’s and couldn’t find her credit card. After calling out to Tom if it was okay to use his – being a joint card – Nicole took the answering grunt from upstairs to mean a yes. As she opened his wallet a bill fell out.
Picking it up, the heading caught her eye; ‘The Stratford Manor Hotel, Warwick Road, Stratford-upon-Avon’. Odd, when did Tom stay there? Opening it out Nicole saw it was a receipted bill for two nights in the name of ‘Mr and Mrs Oxford’ dated for the previous weekend. Nicole held onto the chair as the realisation hit – he was still being unfaithful. Tom had assured her he’d got it out of his system and was now a devoted husband. Except it appeared he wasn’t.
Nicole’s feet felt as if encased in lead boots as she went upstairs to the bedroom. As she flung open the door to the designer decorated room which, at least for her, had represented love and harmony, Tom was shrugging into his jeans. He was freshly showered after his run and his light brown hair stood up glistening and spiky.
Moving slowly into the room she threw the bill onto the cream velvet bed-throw. Tom stiffened and looked up, the turned down mouth and contracted eyebrows offering the mournful look of a penitent.
‘Please, darling, it’s not what you think…’
‘Oh, what is it then? Entertaining a new writer, perhaps?’ Nicole’s voice sounded harsh, even to her own ears. As a television producer, Tom often met with programme writers. But meetings were not usually conducted in a hotel bed, or so she assumed.
Tom opened his mouth but nothing came out. Unheard of for him.
‘Didn’t you tell me you were attending a conference in Birmingham last weekend? At a city centre hotel?’
‘Yes, but I…I wanted to get away from everyone. That’s why I moved to Stratford.’ He must have seen the disbelief on Nicole’s face as he went on, ‘It wasn’t anything important, really it wasn’t, darling. It’s you I love, you know that, don’t you?’
He reached out to Nicole but she stepped back from him, a coldness clutching at her heart. The thought of being touched by those adulterous hands made her feel sick. Anger at his betrayal triggered off a flow of adrenaline, propelling her through the bedroom door and down the stairs, giving herself time to grab her bag and car keys before slamming out of the house.
Thinking now of her parting shot at Tom, Nicole asked herself if she really did want a divorce. They appeared to have everything. Both successful in their media careers – she being an
investigative journalist for the same television channel – beautiful, renovated farmhouse near Bath; exotic holidays when they found the time; and no children to restrict them.
She fell madly in love with Tom twelve years ago, when they’d met at the radio station where they then worked. He seemed equally smitten and proposed two years later with a huge diamond solitaire.
Nicole sighed as she thought back to those early days when the world was at their feet. Both dynamic and ambitious, they progressed into television to further their careers. And there Tom met temptation.
Another deep sigh escaped her lips as she lay back with her eyes closed. Her marriage mirrored her life generally – glamour and glitter on the surface but no real substance.
It was too depressing for words and Nicole knew that something needed to change if she was to love and respect herself again. It was clear Tom had not changed and, at thirty-seven, it wasn’t likely to happen. At least not until he lost his looks or his power. Or both. Nicole wasn’t proud that she’d been seduced by great sex, an expensive lifestyle and the kudos of being not only a “name” in her own right but also of being married to an even bigger one in media. Everything came too easily for her, beginning with the very comfortable and spoiled upbringing of an only child in Jersey. The only thing to have marred the idyll had been her adoption. She’d known forever and, as a child, it hadn’t bothered her. But the problems building up in her marriage had led to feelings of discontent and unease. Unease in herself – who on earth was she really? Nicole knew she wasn’t like her parents, which was natural. She wanted to know who she was, who she really took after. That might help her to change the person she’d become and didn’t actually much like.
Okay, pay-back time. Nicole squared her shoulders as she sat up and started the engine before swinging the car round to face the house from which she’d driven so furiously what felt a lifetime ago.
‘We need to talk,’ she said, coming into the kitchen and finding Tom slumped in a chair.
‘Darling! Thank God you’re back! Please, please let’s start again. I swear I’ll never so much as look at another woman if only you say you forgive me and will stay.’
He certainly looked miserable. She took in his tousled, uncombed hair, the pulled-down corners of his mouth and the blue eyes missing their usual sparkle.
Tom rose to meet her but she shook her head and motioned for him to stay seated. His gaze was wary as Nicole sat opposite him at the scrubbed pine table at which they hardly ever ate together, so busy were their respective schedules.
Nicole took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm and not let emotion sabotage her hastily rehearsed speech.
‘I do want a divorce, Tom…’
‘No, you can’t, darling! Let me…’
‘Please let me finish! Then you can have your say. What’s happened is merely a symptom of what’s wrong with our marriage. And, I now realise, has been for some time. I really believe we’ve stayed together for the wrong reasons and it’s time to think of the future.’
She cleared her throat. ‘We… didn’t really talk about having a family but it could be that I’ll want children one day.’
Nicole leant on the table as if it would give her the strength she needed to continue.
‘But I’d want a stable, happy home for my child and that’s not guaranteed with you. I’m not sure I can trust you. Not now,’ her voice fell to little more than a whisper as she plunged the knife into their ailing marriage.
Tom’s eyes widened and his mouth opened wide in panic as he sought to save the relationship which had been his rock for so long. He reached out to grab Nicole’s hands but she pulled them out of his way, letting them twist together under the table.
‘Please, darling. I know I’ve behaved badly and have been an absolute idiot. I have no excuse. You’ve been a brilliant wife and we’ve enjoyed such a great time together. Remember that trip to
Paris? And that time in Venice? Surely you don’t mean to throw away everything we’ve shared!’ He flung out his arms.
Nicole couldn’t bear to look at him and kept her gaze focused on a spot half-way down his navy T-shirt.
‘We’ve achieved so much together – our careers, this house; doesn’t this mean anything to you? We’re the Golden Couple of television! A team – and a damn good one!’
She knew that in some ways Tom was right. They were a well-respected team at work. Admired and envied by those clambering up the ladder behind them. And she knew that if they were no longer a couple then she’d have to start again somewhere else. It would be impossible to stay at Bristol. A miserable thought. But her reputation would be enough to open doors elsewhere. At the moment she was tired, tired of the cheating and lying at home and tired of the pressure at work to strive forever upwards.
She raised her eyes slowly, finally letting them rest on his, steeling herself against the look of pain she saw there.
‘It’s no good, Tom. Maybe this was meant to happen. For my part, I need to discover what I really want from my life. Yes, we’ve had good times, wonderful times. But that’s going back years. When was the last time we took a romantic break together? When did we last laugh together?’
Tom looked stricken. Even she didn’t remember so he certainly wasn’t likely to.
She ran a hand through her expertly cut bob and went on, ‘We’re not having any fun now, Tom. And material possessions aren’t making either of us happy, are they?’
Nicole waved her hand around the Smallbone kitchen which once represented her idea of happiness. She remembered the line in the company’s advertisement which had attracted her – “A Kitchen for Life”. Hmm, pity they couldn’t offer a marriage for life!
‘Please, Nicole, let’s not rush into anything. I can understand that you’re hurt and angry but that’s not the time to make major decisions. How about a trial separation? To give you time to see what you really want? I know I don’t want to lose you but I’m happy to give you space if that’s what you want.’ Tom’s eyes pleaded with her from the other side of the table.
Nicole thought for a moment. Perhaps they both needed time to think. ‘Okay, I’ll agree to a separation, let’s say six months.’ She noticed the hope flicker in his eyes. ‘But I’m not promising there’ll be no divorce. I still feel that’s the way to go. But I can’t leave my job at a moment’s notice, either. So I’ll carry on for the two months left in my contract and then go. Might take a sabbatical to keep my options open. And I want you to move out. You could get a flat in the city.’
Tom took a deep breath which was part groan.
‘Yes, if that’s what you want. Do you want me to leave today?’
She heard the despair in his voice and anger hardened her resolve.
‘Yes! It’s going to be bad enough bumping into you at work so I need to be here on my own. You can move back once I go away.’
His eyes widened. ‘Where will you go?’
‘To Spain, to see my parents. They’ll be back from their cruise by then and I can have a little time with them at the villa.’
‘Only a little time? So will you come back here afterwards?’ he asked, brightening.
Nicole shook her head. ‘No, probably to Jersey. I’m going to ask Mum for help in tracing my mother. My real mother,’ she said, her eyes unfocused.
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The Guernsey Novels
Anne Allens fascinating book series, The Guernsey Novels, comprises six standalone novels. All the stories in her novel series, take place predominantly on the island of purchase Lyrica online Guernsey and are linked by characters popping up from one book to another.
They provide an ongoing story of a village spread, so far, over 6 years. Each book is standalone with fresh new lead characters with their own links to the German Occupation during World War 2, having an impact on the present.
The Guernsey Novels are a mix of mystery, family drama, and love story and influenced by the authors love of the island where she spent many happy years. Guernsey itself is always a main character in the books, offering a gorgeous backdrop to all the sorrows, joys and tragedies she describes.
About the Author Anne Allen
Anne Allen lives in Devon, by her beloved sea. She has three children and her daughter and two grandchildren live nearby. She was born in Rugby, to an English mother and Welsh father. As a result she spent many summers with her Welsh grandparents in Anglesey and learnt to love the sea.
Her restless spirit has meant a number of moves which included Spain for a couple of years. The longest stay was in Guernsey for nearly fourteen years after falling in love with the island and the people. She contrived to leave one son behind to ensure a valid reason for frequent returns.
By profession Anne was a psychotherapist but has long had creative itches, learning to mosaic, paint furniture, interior design and sculpt. At the back of her mind the itch to write was always present but seemed too time-consuming for a single mum with a need to earn a living. Now retired from the ‘day job’, theres more time to write and Anne has now published six books in The Guernsey Novels series. She will be publishing her seventh novel later in the year.
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