At their family hilltop villa, Lucy awaits the arrival of her brother and sister for their mother’s annual birthday party. Although this time, their mother won’t be there.
Struggling at Malaga airport with her fractious four year old, Jo has already lost her case and is dreading arriving without its precious contents.
For Tom, returning to Casa de Sueños stirs up all sorts of memories – then a beautiful face from his past appears . . .
Over one long, hot weekend, past secrets will spill out as three siblings discover more about their family and each other in this gorgeous, warm and witty new novel from Fanny Blake.
Firstly thanks to Orion for having me on this summery blog tour and my copy of the book.
I’m not sure if I have read any of this authors books before so was looking forward to starting this one .The cover is stunning and really sets the scene of the storyline .
This is a story of family and the secrets that can be revealed .
A great summer read perfect to escpae with as its set in spain and if like me your not able to whisk Fannys writing can 🙂
Tensions build as the temperature rises and everyone has their own dilemmas and stress .
This was a slow burner for me but is a layered read which gives real insight into other families and what happens after a death of a loved one .
As part of my turn on this blog tour I’m pleased to share with you a look into how Fanny researched this book .
But memories, a few old photos and Googlemaps weren’t enough. Although they were helpful, I wanted to be there again to soak up the atmosphere, the sounds, the sights and the smells.
I rented a small house in Gaucín, a white village with views across the countryside all the way to the coast. On a clear day, you can see the coast of Africa where the lights twinkle at night. I found a birdwatcher and walking guide who took me on a walk through a cork oak forest, the trees trunks stripped of their bark. He pointed out the different birds and butterflies while I made frantic notes about them and the wildflowers that were everywhere. In the evenings, I’d sit on the terrace, glass of wine at hand, watching the swallows swoop and turn above the terracotta roofs.
I visited three different houses in the area that belonged to ex-pats generous
Do check out the other blogs taking part