Jo Lambert
was born and brought up in rural Wiltshire.
Her first novel, When Tomorrow Comes was published in 2009 and four other
books - Love, Lies and Promises, The Ghost of You and Me, Between Today and
Yesterday and The Other Side of Morning followed. They formed a series charting the loves and
lives of four Somerset families over several decades.
Summer
Moved On, her sixth novel, is the first part of a two book love story set
in South Devon.
Jo now lives
on the eastern side of the Georgian city of Bath with her husband, one small
grey feline called Mollie and a classic white MG Midget named Bridget. She loves travel, red wine and rock music.
After a long-buried secret tears her family apart, Jess Hayden
moves to the South Devon village of Lynbrook to live with her uncle. Rufus owns the village pub, The Black Bull,
and having visited before, Jess knows the villagers well…especially one of them.
Talún Hansen has a reputation, making him the kind of man no decent
girl should get involved with. Jess,
however, has been under his spell from the moment they first met. Although they always seem to bring out the
worst in each other, there is no denying the attraction that simmers between
them - an attraction Jess knows she needs to keep under control after repeated
warnings from her uncle.
As she settles into village life she begins to learn more about
this wild, dark-haired gypsy with the compelling eyes, and realises their lives
hold many similarities. Despite her
uncle’s warnings, she begins to spend time with him. For Jess, the coming summer holds passion;
for Talún the hope that he has at last found someone who truly cares for him.
But as autumn approaches,
a dark shadow from Jess’s past returns, bringing far-reaching and unwanted
changes for both of them.
SNIPPETS TO TEASE!
‘It’s
just a scratch, head wounds always bleed,’ she said, keeping her voice
business-like. ‘I’m sure you’re upset about missing a trip to A & E and
letting some pretty nurse get her hands on you but on the plus side at least
there’ll be no stitches to spoil those good looks of yours.’
‘You
think I’m good looking?’
‘No.’ she
glared at him. ‘I’m being sarcastic.’
‘Sarcastic,
eh?’ The word seemed to amuse him. ‘So, are dark, brooding and romantic
sarcastic words too?’ he continued, fixing his tormenting gaze on her again.
‘What?’
She stopped, holding the cotton wool away from his cheek. ‘Where did you hear
that?’ she asked, feeling heat flood into her face.
‘Leanna
told me. She said that’s how you’d described me on the day you saw me at The
Bull back in February.
‘Did I?’
She gave a careless shrug. ‘I really don’t remember.’
‘Tut tut,
you are such a little liar, Jess Hayden,’ he said, his disturbing grin
returning.
‘Shut up
and keep still,’ she commanded, opening the tube of antiseptic and reaching for
the sticking plasters. She wanted to make him angry again, because anger was
much easier to deal with than the bone-melting smile she was currently being
treated to.
Jess
watched them thoughtfully before turning back to Amber. ‘I gather you and Dad
have had words over this. Am I right in thinking that’s the real reason for
your headache?’
‘Yes,’ Amber said with a reluctant sigh, halting her
attack on the potato. ‘He’s behaving like a fool. Giving someone a roof over
their head is one thing but spending all this money on a complete stranger is
total madness and, I have to say, not at all like him.’ She shook her head. ‘He
doesn’t normally throw money around like this.’
Jess turned her attention back to the garden where her
father was still talking to Lily. Watching them for a moment, she saw the girl
reach up and stroke his shoulder with agile fingers and she glanced at her
stepmother, finding she was also staring.
‘I’m not sure what’s going on,’ she said quietly, ‘but
Dad is not having an affair with her, no way.’
‘No, you’re right, I don’t think he is,’ Amber agreed.
‘Actually, what I’m more interested in is what she’s up to.’
The slow rise and fall of his body indicated
he was sound asleep and Lily’s gaze washed over his tanned skin and the breadth
of his shoulders. Heavily into sport - rugby during the winter, cricket in the
summer and rowing all year round - it was essential he kept his body toned and
fit. And how much better to be sharing a bed with someone like this instead of
the bag of lard Pauli had become, she mused, deciding she didn’t miss him at
all.
She
reached out, eager to remind herself of the smoothness of his skin and the
tautness of muscle beneath. Stealing this gorgeous man out from under the nose
of Jess had been one of the best experiences she’d ever had. In fact, she had
become so besotted with him she no longer planned to walk away once Jess
discovered their affair. Instead she was going to keep this beautiful, sexy guy
for herself.
‘Well,
I’ll leave you to it.’ Talún seemed to take this as his cue to depart. ‘Good to
see you again, Jess.’
Watching
him walk out into the yard, she remembered how Zac had very uncharitably called
him a scarecrow because of the clothes he wore. But those clothes could not
hide the beauty of him: tall and graceful with muscle and strength gained from
work on the farm and a face that would never fail to turn a woman’s head, no
matter what her age. Aware of the intensity of her reaction to him, she knew
how easy and dangerous it would be to fall under his spell once again. But
there was no way was she going to join his long list of broken-hearted
casualties. Something she knew almost certain his current girlfriend, Ben’s
sister Sharon, was eventually destined to become.
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