The Garden of Forgotten Wishes by Trisha Ashley
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 3.3 MB
Trisha Ashley is now a full-time novelist, but she has been known to work for stained glass makers and/or plumbers. She likes to paint, eat, drink, and read literary biographies. Her previous hobbies included getting divorced and packing to move. She claims to have once actually eaten Bronte burgers at the Branwell café, but her publisher declines to verify this. She lives in North Wales.
The brilliant new novel from Top Five Sunday Times bestselling author Trisha Ashley
All Marnie wants is somewhere to call home. Mourning lost years spent in a marriage that has finally come to an end, she needs a fresh start and time to heal. Things she hopes to find in the rural west Lancashire village her mother always told her about.
With nothing but her two green thumbs, Marnie takes a job as a gardener, which comes with a little cottage to make her own. The garden is beautiful – filled with roses, lavender and honeysuckle – and only a little rough around the edges. Which is more than can be said for her next-door neighbour, Ned Mars.
Marnie remembers Ned from her college days but he’s far from the untroubled man she once knew. A recent relationship has left him with a heart as bruised as her own. Can a summer spent gardening help them recapture the forgotten dreams they’ve let get away?
‘So am I!’ I stared at her. ‘He knows I want to wait a couple more years before I take maternity leave. I’ve already given up the chance of promotion with that job near Hexham, but there should be an opening where I am in the next year or two, if I hang on in there.’
‘I suspect he might not have quite grasped that,’ Treena said drily.
I looked at her uncertainly and then said after a minute, ‘I wish the family wasn’t moving abroad. Thank goodness you’re still going to be around!’
‘Yes, I’m definitely accepting that partnership in the Great Mumming veterinary practice, so even after I move, I’ll only be about twenty miles away,’ she agreed.
‘Will you have to move? It would be nice having you in Merchester.’
‘I know, but I’d find the commute a bit of a pain down all those small country roads and, anyway, I’d like to settle there, near Happy Pets. I’ll move Zeph to a livery stables nearby, too.’
Zephyr was a dappled silver and lilac-grey mare that reminded me of an old-fashioned rocking horse and Treena adored her.
‘If you’re going to move, then I ought to clear my stuff out,’ I said. Not only were a lot of my belongings still at the cottage, but some of the things that had been Mum’s were stored there. There wasn’t room in Mike’s small and minimalist flat in a former mill building, though we planned to buy a house together.
‘I suppose I’ll have to put a lot of things into storage until we move to somewhere bigger.’
‘There’s no rush. I can just take it with me when I move, so you can sort it out later, if you like,’ she said. ‘By the way, you do realize Great Mumming isn’t far from that village where your mum came from – Jericho’s End?’
I looked at her in surprise. I was so used to thinking of Jericho’s End as some fabled, forbidden Shangri-La, that I’d almost forgotten it was a real place.
‘I suppose it is,’ I agreed.
‘When I’ve moved, we could go and have a look at it,’ she suggested. ‘Aren’t you curious?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said honestly. ‘I loved hearing Mum’s stories about it when I was little – it seemed such a magical, wonderful place – but then, she made me promise never to go there. She said … it would be dangerous.’
Treena’s blue eyes widened. ‘You never told me that! What kind of dangerous?’
‘I don’t know. Perhaps it was something to do with her family. Remember I told you her parents belonged to some small, strict, religious sect I’d never heard of, who sounded as if they came straight out of the Dark Ages by way of Cold Comfort Farm? They disowned her after she got pregnant with me, so perhaps she just meant they’d make me unwelcome, or put a curse on me, or something.’