Anyone fancy a scandal this summer? If you are, look no further as Kat French has you all sorted! Why? Because folks, her latest novel is aptly titled, ‘A Summer Scandal’, and I have the pleasure of sharing an extract from the book with you all today as part of the blog tour! Enjoy!
Summer has never been so scandalous…
When Violet moves to Swallow Beach, she inherits a small Victorian pier with an empty arcade perched on the end of it, and falls in love immediately. She wants nothing more than to rejuvenate it and make it grand again – but how?
When she meets hunky Calvin, inspiration strikes. What if she turned the arcade into an adult-themed arcade full of artisan shops?
Not everyone in the town is happy with the idea, but Violet loves her arcade and business begins to boom. But as tensions worsen and the heat between her and Calvin begins to grow, life at Swallow Beach becomes tricky. Is it worth staying to ride out the storm? And can Violet find her own happy ending before the swallows fly south for the winter?
Sexy, sassy and full of heart, Kat French is back in a new summer sizzler.
Following Barty through the back door, Violet found herself inside the ground-floor lobby, light and bright thanks to the many stained windows surrounding the front door and the freshly painted white woodwork on the gracefully sweeping staircase and two apartment doors, one either side of the tiled vestibule. Gold numbers on the doors declared them 1 and 2.
‘This is mine,’ Barty said, nodding towards number 1. ‘And that one belongs to Keris, my
Vi’s jaw dropped. ‘You live here?’
He threw his hands out. ‘So it would seem. Cup of mint tea?’
Vi narrowed her eyes. ‘That’s my favourite.’
Barty looked at her steadily, half smiling. ‘Who knew?’
You did, Violet felt like saying. ‘I better not,’ she said, instead. Glancing towards the staircase, her nerves kicked back in. ‘I better head on up.’ She stalled, jiggling the keys, excited and terrified at the same time. ‘Has anyone been up there recently, do you know?’
Barty shook his head. ‘Not that I’ve noticed.’ He touched his fingers against his fedora. ‘I’ll let you get on. You know where I am if you need me. Tap the door for mint tea.’
And with that he turned and opened his own door. Looking back at her as he stepped inside, he paused. ‘Do you want me to come up with you?’
Tempted as she was to say yes, Vi shook her head. This was something she needed to do alone.
‘Thanks, I think I’m okay.’
He looked at her for a couple of silent seconds, then nodded and closed his door. Violet stood still for a few moments, fighting the urge to knock on his door and tell him she’d changed her mind, she’d love a cup of mint tea and someone to hold her hand and come with her. All she knew about the apartment on the top floor was that her grandfather had paid a cleaning company to go in once a month, but that aside, no one with any actual connection to her family had set foot near the place in decades. It was empty. Waiting. For her? Suppressing the chill that ran down her spine, Violet put her best foot forward and set off up the wide, shallow stairs.