Tricia McGill-Australian Author: One more Sunday Snippet from Remnants of Dreams-just 99c for one more week. Amazon, Smashwords, Nook, Kobo--wherever you buy your ebooks

22 November 2015

One more Sunday Snippet from Remnants of Dreams-just 99c for one more week. Amazon, Smashwords, Nook, Kobo--wherever you buy your ebooks

"I loved this story, although there were times when I felt tears welling in my eyes and an enormous lump in my throat. This story touched me deeply, and I won't forget it. Watching a family struggle so desperately is not easy, but seeing them triumph over tragedy is uplifting. I enjoy long, intense family sagas like this. Tricia McGill writes so realistically that the joys and sorrows portrayed made me laugh and cry. This is a novel of great emotional depth." Kay James for Romance Reader at Heart

Remnants of Dreams begins in North London with Alicia's story. It is 1914, just at the beginning of WW1. This is the story of a changing world, and takes us through two world wars, following the loves and heartaches of a large family battling extreme poverty. But despite this they are rich in the things that matter--love and pride.

Part two is the story of Sara, Alicia's headstrong daughter. History repeats itself when Sara’s first love is tragically killed. But following her mother's example she finds the strength and courage to face many trials and setbacks before building a new life for her and her daughters, and in due course finding true love.

Now here’s my snip from Part Two, Sara’s story:

"Sara, come and meet Brian." Jane took Rosy from Sara's arms and led the way into the living room, where the table was set for Sunday tea.

Sara stopped just inside the door. Her eyes settled on the man she'd been urged to meet. Brian came towards her, a smile on his face. He was well built, and Daisy was right, he was very good looking, with broad shoulders and wavy hair brushed back from a wide brow. Mahogany, Sara thought stupidly. Jane was right, it was mahogany. His eyes of dark brown were like rich chocolate, and warm and friendly. Something seemed to vibrate through Sara right down to her toes as he took her hand in his large one and gripped it firmly.

"Sara, pleased to meet you," Brian said easily in a deep voice that made Sara catch her breath. "They said you were beautiful, and they didn't lie."

She shook her head as his eyes roamed over her face with open admiration. Many men looked on her with similar appreciation, but somehow Brian's eyes caressed where theirs appeared to leer. Then he turned to smile at Jane and those eyes held distinct adoration. Jealousy of her sister such as she'd never experienced before surged through Sara like a tortuous agony.

"Yes, she is beautiful, isn't she?" Dennis declared, and Sara winced as he gripped her arm like a vice, pulling her possessively to his side. "I have to watch her like a hawk. Every bloke envies me like crazy having her as my wife." He grinned, looking wolfish, and she suppressed a cry as his fingers bit into her flesh.

"I'll bet they do," Brian agreed pleasantly. He glanced at Dennis's hand on her arm, and when Sara met his eyes again she saw a puzzled look in their depths.

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“If you think this is a predictable novel, however, you will miss not only a sweeping story of joy and sorrow, triumph and tragedy, but also an amazing overview of the century seen through a family saga. Tricia McGill takes a bold step into mainstream fiction with this book that flows like a gentle stream on the surface, but conceals a strong undercurrent and unexpected depths.” Mary Allyce.