The first three of my books are now available as audio books so I thought I would share a sample with you. You can listen to them on kobo, apple, audible or platform of your choice. I hope you enjoy them!
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The morning sun flooded into the room filling it with light. The frost outside added to the sparkle of the champagne that was being poured into glasses. A bed was covered with a pile of dresses and gowns; a cat slept unperturbed on a pillow of cashmere and satin.
Ariana, Countess of Hiverton, sat at her dressing table, picking up various necklaces and earrings as she tried to decide what to wear. She smiled back at her reflection and laughed up at her three sisters.
‘I think it’s the ruby necklaces and the diamond tiaras that I find the most ridiculous. You know what I mean?’
Clem laughed. ‘For me, it’s when they call me Lady Clementine. I keep wondering if some bigwig has just arrived.’
‘It’s the bank balance for me, all that money and I didn’t earn any of it.’
‘There are lots of ways to earn money, Aster,’ said Nick. ‘Although, yes, you have a point,’ she broke off laughing, ‘the bank balances are rather incredible.’
Ari joined in the laughter as the girls discussed their recent change in fortunes. It had been almost a year now since their uncle David, their mother’s brother, had died and Ari, as eldest sister, had inherited the estate and title. They had always been a very small family but today they were about to add another member. Ari was getting married to Sir Sebastian Flint-Hyssop and they were all very excited.
‘Clem, don’t you think I should get dressed now? We’re cutting it fine.’
Clem had designed and made everyone’s gowns. As this was Ari’s second wedding and her two little boys would be present she hadn’t wanted a full-on white wedding dress. Clem had raised her eyebrow at Ari’s resistance and had started sketching some ideas. In the end she had fallen in love with a simple cream, full-length duchesse satin dress with a slim skirt, falling to the floor. Over the top of the dress, Clem had drawn a large single cowl that sat on her shoulders like a cape. It was in white organza, trimmed at the top and bottom in a white satin band. Ari had gasped when she saw it.
‘Seriously, Clem, that is the most bridal dress I have ever seen. It’s almost religious.’
Her sister had protested with a huge grin on her face. ‘But there’s no veil, as requested, and no train and no lace and no frills and…’
‘…and I love it.
Liz Hurley as well as being the owner of this blog, runs a bookshop in Cornwall, right by the sea and writes books. You can buy them in her shop (of course), Waterstones and other outlets, as well as Amazon.
When she’s not reading, she’s writing and when she’s not writing, she’s walking. And when she’s not doing any of that she’s binging on box sets and sleeping.
This website is for her fictional works. Her Cornish non-fiction titles and walking guides can be found at https://www.cornishwalks.com