Welcome to my Stop on the Blog Tour For A Summer Scandal by Kat French!!
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Read on for an exclusive extract (it gave me chills!)
The change from pavement to wooden boards underfoot felt like passing from reality to fairytale. She was really here, really doing this, really walking along her grandmother’s beloved pier. After just one day here, Vi already felt immeasurably closer to Monica, never more so than as she set foot on Swallow Beach Pier for the first time.
Cal’s reassuring voice was quiet at her shoulder as he closed the gates so as not to attract attention. He didn’t touch her; perhaps he sensed she needed to do this under her own steam. She nodded, her gaze lifting towards the glass pavilion at the other end. She’d feared that it might feel rickety, rather like walking the plank, but it was dry and solid beneath the soles of her sheepskin boots. A light sea breeze lifted the blue ends of her hair, and she breathed in slowly, purposefully, filling her lungs with the fresh, salty air as she moved forwards. She was aware of Cal following a few steps behind her, grateful for both his presence and his silence.
‘I’m here, Gran,’ she whispered. ‘I’ve come.’
Solid as the pier was, Violet caught glimpses of the sand below through the gaps between the boards, and then of seawater as they moved further away from dry land. A slight sense of disorientation made her pause for a second, aware that they were putting their trust in the structure to hold them safely above the waves. Glancing back towards Cal, she found he’d paused too, and his little nod and thumbs up was enough to make her turn back and carry on again.
Half way now. She knew as much because a pale blue stripe had been painted across the boards and inscribed with the faded words ‘Half way to paradise’. Vi hunkered down to look at it, tracing her fingertips over the swirled golden letters, glad they’d stood the test of time.
Was it her grandmother’s hand? She suspected so. The letters had been accented in gold leaf, and something in the style reminded Violet of the Lido apartment. Looking at it, Vi couldn’t help but wonder if her grandmother had paused to look at it the very last time she’d walked the pier.
Apprehension twisted her mouth, and then Cal’s hand on her shoulder made her look up, shielding her eyes from the low, peach-pink sunrise with her hand.
‘It’s tradition not to step on the line,’ he said. ‘Everyone in town knows that.’
Standing, Vi blew on her cold fingers, digesting this new bit of detail about the town’s relationship with the pier, even those too young to have ever been on it.
I can't wait read this beauty! Kat's books are always fabulous, especially for summer time! It's out now, with Avon books!