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Title: The Place We Call Home
Author: Faith Hogan
Genre: British Literary Fiction
Pub. Date: January 9, 2029
Publisher: Aria
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Welcome to Ballycove, the home of Corrigan Mills...
Set against the backdrop of the beautiful Irish countryside the famed mills have created the finest wool in all of Ireland. Run by the seemingly perfect Corrigan family, but every family has its secrets, and how the mills came to be the Corrigan's is one of them...
Miranda and her husband were never meant to own the mills, until one fateful day catapults them into a life they never thought they'd lead.
Ada has forever lived her life in her sister's shadow. Wanting only to please her mother and take her place as the new leader of the mill, Ada might just have to take a look at what her heart really wants.
Callie has a flourishing international career as a top designer and a man who loves her dearly, she appears to have it all. When a secret is revealed and she's unceremoniously turfed out of the design world, Callie might just get what's she's been yearning for. The chance to go home.
Simon has always wanted more. More money, more fame, more notoriety. The problem child. Simon has made more enemies than friends over the years, and when one of his latest schemes falls foul he'll have to return to the people who always believe in him.
Ballycove isn't just a town in the Irish countryside. It isn't just the base of the famous mills. It's a place to call home.
EXTRACT ↓
Simon had lunged from one golden opportunity to another, aching after far-off fields, but harbouring no desire to work his way towards them. If he’d been born into the Blair estate a generation or two earlier, he’d surely have picked a wealthy wife and had done with it, but Simon was a Corrigan and unfortunately, for him, there was no title to back up his notions of grandeur.
A light whipping breeze cajoled Miranda from her thoughts – it was a recent doctor’s appointment that set her mind racing across the possibilities around the future of the mills. It really was only at the end of a very long day that Miranda allowed the consultant’s words to sink in. It was months ago now, but she remembered his voice, a generous inflection that seemed too harmless to ring within her ears this long. He was nice, soft-spoken, but it didn’t change the fact that she had heart valve disease. Probably had it for years – that was the truth of it. Her symptoms weren’t new, they were just heightened.
That night, if it hadn’t been for the fact that Ada was with her, Miranda would have done as she always did – sat it out until the dizziness and pain passed. It was Ada who phoned for an ambulance and maybe it was just as well. Better to know, Ada said; Miranda had spent years blotting it out. Well, if it hadn’t killed her years earlier, what was the point in having it seen to now?
‘You’re a very silly woman.’ The doctor smiled at her and she knew he had enough charm to get away with words like silly, even with old women like herself. ‘Any pain—’ he looked up from the pad before him ‘—any pain, at all, even the slightest niggle,’ he said again to emphasise, ‘I want you back here again.’ He smiled at her then and, somehow, the fact that he was letting her go home, made it seem like it wasn’t quite so serious. ‘We will be monitoring you, visits to the GP, tests and bloods, but really, my sense is that you could take care of this without any interventions.’
‘Interventions?’ She smiled at him.
‘Surgery,’ he said. ‘The medication to lower blood pressure and reduce cholesterol is going to be a lifelong companion, but if we can get by without surgery, I’d be much happier.’
‘And so say all of us.’ Miranda smiled at him.
‘No funny business now. It’s time to take things easy, smell the roses, if you like,’ he said. They’d already talked about her garden and some of the winter borders, she’d admired, on the approach to the hospital.
‘But I can still work?’ She leaned forward.
‘You can go about all the things you’ve always done, just take everything a little slower, a little easier, less stress and more rest. If you do that, you have a good life ahead of you.’ Perhaps he didn’t mean to make the words sound ominous, but to Miranda, it felt as though there was an alternative and it was one she’d rather not dwell on.
She was hardly ancient. She was young enough to enjoy life, old enough to see through any nonsense. It wasn’t news to her. She was wise enough to know she couldn’t go on forever, but the truth was, she wasn’t sure what would happen to the mills if she just called a halt. The mills were more than just a business and more than just her life’s work; they were the lifeblood of the small community that she loved. The mills were a part of this landscape, almost as much as a mountain or the river. They were one hundred and fifty years old soon. It really was something. Miranda wanted to stay for that landmark. She wanted to guide the mills into their second wind.
Perhaps it was too much to ask. The only alternative or, at least, the only one that seemed to be available to her at present was Ada as the new general manager. It wasn’t that Miranda didn’t love her daughter. She truly did, but it didn’t take a genius to see that Ada was not the daughter to take over the mills. On the other hand, who else was there? She couldn’t ask Callie to give up a glittering career in London for a backwater like Ballycove; she wouldn’t do it.
Author Bio ↓
Faith lives in the west of Ireland with her husband, four children and two very fussy cats. She has an Hons Degree in English Literature and Psychology, has worked as a fashion model and in the intellectual disability and mental health sector.
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