{"id":733,"date":"2017-10-09T00:01:30","date_gmt":"2017-10-09T04:01:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.melanierobertson-king.ca\/wp02\/?p=733"},"modified":"2017-10-05T06:17:38","modified_gmt":"2017-10-05T10:17:38","slug":"watch-moonlight-kirsty-ferry-timeslip-highwayman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.melanierobertson-king.ca\/wp02\/2017\/10\/09\/watch-moonlight-kirsty-ferry-timeslip-highwayman\/","title":{"rendered":"WATCH FOR ME BY MOONLIGHT by Kirsty Ferry #timeslip #highwayman"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"moonlight\"<\/a>Watch for me by Moonlight<\/span><\/h1>\n

by<\/span><\/h1>\n

Kirsty Ferry<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"moonlight\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Series: <\/strong><\/span>The Hartsford Mysteries series<\/p>\n

Genre:<\/span> <\/strong>Timeslip<\/p>\n

Release Date: 6th<\/sup> October 2017<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Publisher: Choc Lit<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was the first full moon since that night. She waited and watched by moonlight, as she had promised \u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

When her life in London falls apart, Elodie Bright returns to Suffolk and to Hartsford Hall, the home of her childhood friend Alexander Aldrich, now the Earl of Hartsford. There, she throws herself into helping Alex bring a new lease of life to the old house and its grounds.<\/p>\n

After a freak storm damages the Hall chapel and destroys the tomb of Georgiana Kerridge, one of Alex\u2019s eighteenth-century relatives, Elodie and Alex find a connection in the shocking discovery brought to light by the damaged tomb.<\/p>\n

Through a series of strange flashbacks and uncanny incidents, they begin to piece together Georgiana\u2019s secret past involving a highwayman, a sister\u2019s betrayal and a forbidden love so strong that it echoes through the ages \u2026<\/p>\n

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EXTRACT<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

Elodie had no idea how she made it to the church so quickly when she could barely see anything for the rain bucketing down in front of her eyes.<\/p>\n

Pushing her way out of the gift shop, she ran, ploughing through mud and churned up grass, splashing through ankle deep puddles. Water was fountaining out of the drain covers like so many geysers, but Elodie didn\u2019t look down, didn\u2019t look to see where her feet were going. Her trainers would need to be binned and her clothes would probably never dry out again, but who cared? She just kept her sights on the church.<\/p>\n

Against the shadows, she saw a tall figure running towards the place and knew instinctively who it was.<\/p>\n

\u2018Alex!\u2019 The wind tore the words out of her mouth and blew them somewhere towards Norfolk.<\/p>\n

He reached the church moments before she did and stopped short at the door.<\/p>\n

\u2018Alex!\u2019<\/p>\n

This time he heard her and spun around, rain dripping off his messy dark hair and into his midnight-blue eyes. \u2018The roof, Elodie, it\u2019s been hit. I was in the greenhouse. I saw it happening.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I know!\u2019 She drew up next to him, quite breathless. \u2018I saw it too, from the gift shop.\u2019 She hurried past him and put one hand on the ancient bronze door handle, but Alex\u2019s hand came down on her wrist and held it in place.<\/p>\n

\u2018Let me go first. I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s safe.\u2019<\/p>\n

Elodie relinquished the handle and hovered near him as he pulled the door open.<\/p>\n

They both coughed as a cloud of dust and plaster came out, but thankfully there was no smell of burning.<\/p>\n

\u2018Thank God,\u2019 said Alex, clearly expecting the worst. \u2018I\u2019m still going in first though. You stay here until I call you.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Okay. But come right back out if it\u2019s looking bad!\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Don\u2019t worry, I won\u2019t hang around if it is.\u2019 He disappeared into the building and Elodie peered anxiously in after him. After what seemed like an age, he called out to her. \u2018It\u2019s pretty grotty, but safe enough I think. The Lady Chapel got the worst of it. You can come in if you\u2019re careful. But if it\u2019s too much for your asthma, go straight back out.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I will. But the poor Lady Chapel!\u2019 Her heart pounding, she hurried into the church. As she stood there in the dark with the modern-day emergency lighting glowing in the rafters, and tiles smashed beneath her feet, and one of the beams hanging at a crazy angle from the ceiling to the floor, and one candle still miraculously lit and flickering wildly in an alcove near the altar, Elodie fought back the worst feeling of dread she\u2019d ever experienced in her life.<\/p>\n

\u2018Oh, my God!\u2019<\/p>\n

The Lady Chapel, which housed Georgiana\u2019s tomb, was behind the fallen beam and rain was streaming down as if someone had aimed a garden hose through the roof. If anywhere in the place had suffered the worst from the lightning strike, it was, as Alex had said, that area. It had been built on to the church especially for Georgiana\u2019s monument and never seemed to be quite fully part of the old building. The storm had obviously decided that the time had come to sever the connection completely \u2013 and it just felt all wrong, somehow. Damn.<\/p>\n

\u2018I have to check Georgiana!\u2019 Elodie scrambled over the rubble and crunched her way towards the Lady Chapel.<\/p>\n

\u2018You\u2019re not going over there on your own! God knows what it might be like. I\u2019m coming with you.\u2019 Alex tossed some bits of wood out of the way and followed her. With difficulty, they climbed over the beam and choked their way through the plaster cloud, the rain still hammering down and bouncing off the stone floor, but doing little to dampen the dust. Elodie felt the tell-tale tightening in her chest that warned of lungs that weren\u2019t particularly happy in that sort of environment, but she had other things to think about and tried to ignore it.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d never forget what she saw after that \u2013 Georgiana\u2019s beautiful marble tomb was split, right down the middle. It was as if the lightning strike had come straight through the roof and pierced the heart of the monument. It was all sort of broken in half and the place wasn\u2019t filled with plaster dust: it was more like a mist of marble fragments. There were shards of the stuff scattered around and huge parts of the figure were shattered too. Even Georgiana\u2019s lovely face was cracked from forehead to chin, yet she still looked so, so peaceful. And with the rain flowing over her cheeks, it seemed as if she was crying.<\/p>\n

\u2018Oh, Georgiana!\u2019 Elodie whispered and reached out, touching her hair.<\/p>\n

There was an ominous creaking and groaning \u2013 then: \u2018Look out!\u2019 Alex grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her towards him as the whole tomb collapsed in on itself. The side fell off and Alex yanked Elodie out of the way. She lurched into him and automatically buried her head in his sopping wet chest. Then there was a horrible silence and all she could hear was the rain pounding on the wreckage of the tomb and Alex\u2019s heart beating.<\/p>\n

The silence was broken by Alex swearing.<\/p>\n

\u2018Where is she?\u2019 he asked. \u2018Where the hell is she?\u2019<\/p>\n

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BUY LINKS<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

Amazon UK: <\/strong><\/span>www.amazon.co.uk\/dp\/B0758K49D4\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Amazon US: <\/strong><\/span>www.amazon.com\/Watch-Me-Moonlight-Choc-Lit-ebook\/dp\/B0758K49D4\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Kobo: <\/strong><\/span>www.kobo.com\/gb\/en\/ebook\/watch-for-me-by-moonlight-2<\/a><\/p>\n

iBooks<\/strong>:<\/span> www.itunes.apple.com\/gb\/book\/watch-for-me-by-moonlight-choc-lit\/id1271346379<\/a><\/p>\n

The title of my new book, Watch for me by Moonlight<\/em>, is a line taken from my favourite poem, The Highwayman<\/em> by Alfred Noyes. I\u2019ve wanted to write about a highwayman for ages, and I suspect the inspiration came from three things \u2013 that poem, the romantic idea of the famous highwayman Claude Duval, and the fact I grew up in the \u2018eighties and Adam Ant\u2019s Highwayman character was very much a \u2018thing\u2019 in my days at primary school! My friends would paint stripes on their faces and strut around a bit, but I was never allowed to get my hands on make-up which was rather sad!<\/p>\n

However, it was around that time we studied the Noyes poem and I was caught up in it from the very first reading. The images of the Highwayman falling for the beautiful Bess and the ultimate sacrifice she made to save him haunted me for years. At the time, I didn\u2019t really understand the effect it had on me \u2013 at nine or ten years old, it was a rather scary, rather chilling and very romantic story; but the fact that even now I can remember sitting in class and reading those words and feeling the goosebumps on my arms, and that I kept thinking about it even after I went home and have remembered those feelings and Noyes\u2019 words all these years, must have meant it touched me deeply.<\/p>\n

Ben, the highwayman hero in Watch for me by Moonlight<\/em>, is also based heavily on Claude Duval. He\u2019s not really a bad guy; he\u2019s an adventurer, and rather dashing – and stole a dance instead of Georgiana\u2019s jewels when he intercepted her coach one dark night. The real Duval is said to haunt the Holt Hotel in Oxfordshire \u2013 and my Ben is said to haunt the woods at Hartsford Hall, the fictional stately home I created for my new series, the Hartsford Mysteries. I decided that Hartsford should be in Suffolk, which is a bit (okay, a lot) further south than my Rossetti Mysteries series, which is based in Yorkshire. However, I have still managed to link the two series together, and if anyone has read my novel The Girl in the Painting<\/em>, then they will be familiar with the contemporary heroine of Moonlight<\/em>, and maybe be pleased to find out a little more about some of the Rossetti characters as well!<\/p>\n

ABOUT KIRSTY FERRY<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

\"moonlight\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Kirsty is from the North East of England and won the English Heritage\/Belsay Hall National Creative Writing competition in 2009 with the ghostly tale ‘Enchantment’.<\/p>\n

Her timeslip novel, ‘Some Veil Did Fall’, a paranormal romance set in Whitby, was published by Choc Lit in Autumn 2014. This was followed by another Choc Lit timeslip, ‘The Girl in the Painting’ in February 2016 and \u2018The Girl in the Photograph\u2019 in March 2017. The experience of signing ‘Some Veil Did Fall’ in a quirky bookshop in the midst of Goth Weekend in Whitby, dressed as a recently undead person was one of the highlights of her writing career so far!<\/p>\n

Kirsty\u2019s day-job involves sharing a Georgian building with an eclectic collection of ghosts \u2013 which can sometimes prove rather interesting.<\/p>\n

You can find out more about Kirsty and her work at www.rosethornpress.co.uk, catch her on her Facebook Author Page or follow her on Twitter @kirsty_ferry.<\/p>\n

Facebook: <\/strong><\/span>https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/kirsty.ferry.author\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Twitter: @kirsty_ferry<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Blog: <\/strong><\/span>www.rosethornramblings.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n

Website:<\/span> <\/strong>www.rosethornpress.co.uk<\/a><\/p>\n

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