Saturday 18 April 2020

~*BLOG TOUR*~ The Spitfire Girl: Over and Out by Fenella J. Miller


Title: Spitfire Girl: Over and Out
Author: Fenella J. Miller
Genre: A 1940's Romance
Pub. Date: April 2, 2020
Publisher: Aria
Hosted: Head of Zeus

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Blurb ↓
All's fair in love and war for First Officer Ellie as she takes to the skies yet again in the final instalment of Fenella Miller's Spitfire Girl series.

1943, White Waltham.
As Italy surrenders and victory looms on the horizon, Ellie's doing what she does best – flying. And this time, she's rising to the sky in four-engined Halifaxes. Determined to keep doing her bit, Ellie's successes in the airfield mount but so do tensions with her new beau, Squadron Leader Jack Reynolds.
When Ellie and Jack find their dream home, they discover they've bought more than they bargained for. With a cellar full of secrets, Jack and Ellie must stand united in the face of mystery, war and loss. And as family circumstance threatens to tear them apart, Ellie and Jack are stronger than ever.

‘I noticed last week as you were climbing out of a Spit and have been watching you carefully to confirm my suspicions. I’m assuming that Nigel doesn’t know yet.’
Amanda nodded. ‘I’ll have to tell him now, won’t I? I’m really going to miss everyone here – I’ve loved being part of the ATA for the past three years.’
Ellie blinked away unwanted tears. ‘We won’t lose touch, you’re my closest friend. Even though we missed each other’s weddings last year – if Jack hadn’t been kidnapped, we would have had a double ceremony.’
‘I’ll leave my Sidcot suit, parachute and so on, in my locker. I won’t need them now.’ Amanda’s voice was husky and she stood up hurriedly. ‘I take it that I can’t deliver anything else?’
‘No, sorry, old bean, just can’t allow it.’
‘Am I allowed to go back in the taxi when it arrives or must I make my own way home now I’m no longer a member of this organisation?’
‘Don’t be silly, Amanda, of course you can go in the taxi. However, I doubt there’ll be any flying today so why don’t you go back to the cottage with Ellie tonight?’
‘I don’t think I’ll need to. The rain looks to be stopping and it’s definitely lighter out there. I think the visibility might be good enough to fly shortly.’
Before Ellie could stop her Amanda rushed off. Margaret patted her shoulder.
‘Rotten luck, I know how close you two are. I doubt that you’ll get much opportunity to see each other until this wretched war’s over.’
‘Things were supposed to improve now the Yanks are here. Yet a whole convoy was sunk the other day and Jack said there aren’t enough aircraft and ships in the Atlantic to protect them.’
‘The Americans haven’t got into their stride yet – I think it’s mainly airmen and aircraft that are here. The ground troops will be arriving next. Their servicemen, I gather, will be paid three times as much as our men and will have everything they could possibly want on their own bases.’
‘No rationing for them. When I landed in error on a new base in Suffolk last year, and looked around, I was astonished at how much they had. I can’t see them being welcomed by the locals after what we’ve been through these past few years.’
‘Unfortunately, we can’t do this alone. Even with the Commonwealth countries pitching in we just don’t have the resources that the Americans do. I’m certain that we’ll win the war now they’re fighting alongside us.’
Ellie changed the subject. ‘Is she right about the weather?’
‘No, it’ll be dark before it lifts. Why don’t we organise an impromptu leaving party for Amanda?
‘I’m not sure that she’ll appreciate it but, as no one will be going anywhere today, it’s the perfect time.’
The two local women who ran the canteen were delighted to help. ‘I’ve got a tray of cracked eggs that need using up, lovey, so I’ll make a nice big sponge and hard-boil the rest for sandwiches. I think there’s some bunting somewhere out the back and we’ll put that up as well.’
‘Thank you, Mary, that will be wonderful. Can you be ready by three o’clock?’
‘Righty ho, shouldn’t be a problem as that gives us more than two hours. If you ask the other girls to leave, we’ll close up for a bit so we can get things looking nice in here. It’s a shame Amanda’s leaving but she’s got to think of the baby.’

Author Bio ↓

Fenella J Miller was born in the Isle of Man. Her father was a Yorkshire man and her mother the daughter of a Rajah. She has worked as a nanny, cleaner, field worker, hotelier, chef, secondary and primary teacher and is now a full time writer. She has over thirty eight Regency romantic adventures published plus four Jane Austen variations, three Victorian sagas and seven WW2 family sagas. She lives in a pretty, riverside village in Essex with her husband and British Shorthair cat. She has two adult children and three grandchildren.

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