Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Blog Tour: No Time like Now by Jennifer Young. Excerpt and Giveaway. Can you run from your past - or is facing it together the only way forward?

Ahoy there!’
The boat was close enough now for him to see the man’s face. He took off his hard hat, pushed his sunglasses up on to the top of his head and wiped sweat from his face with his forearm. ‘Hey Holly, look. Company. Let’s see what this is about.’
A pittter-patter of crumbled limestone trickled from the cliff face as she turned. ‘Oh God, Tim, you said it was okay to come down here.’
‘It’s perfectly okay.’ He took the few steps across the narrow strip of pebbles to the water’s edge. ‘Good afternoon!’
The man steered his boat inshore as far as he dared and switched the outboard into neutral, leaving the boat bobbing on the clear blue sky. ‘Busy?’
‘Yes. We’re doing some fieldwork.’
‘You’re staying up at the field centre?’
‘That’s right.’
‘I just thought I’d let you know. You’re on private property.’
‘Yes, I know that.’ The distance between them made communication difficult and the sunglasses made things worse. Frustrated, Tim failed to read the man’s intent. The body language wasn’t great, though — arms splayed to make himself as big as possible, body braced forward as if to spring. ‘As I understand it, there’s no law of trespass in Spain.’ Being polite never did any harm. The stranger would surely know the law, too, but it wouldn’t do any harm to throw it out there in case he didn’t. And it would show that he couldn’t be intimidated.
Behind him, Holly drew a sharp breath. ‘Tim, I knew this would happen. Let’s just go.’
‘It’ll be fine.’ He didn’t turn; it wouldn’t do for the stranger to think he could be intimidated.
‘Regardless of that,’ the man shouted, ‘I think I’d prefer that you keep off my land.’
Dead bodies were one thing, downright obstruction another. A body came and went, but an unhelpful — no, an aggressive — landowner was a more permanent obstacle. ‘Let me introduce myself. I’m Dr Tim Stone. I’m a research geologist from the University of…’
 ‘I heard you the first time. But either you didn’t hear me, or you weren’t listening.
‘We should have let them know we were coming,’ breathed Holly, agonised. ‘Then we’d have known…’
Tim stiffened. ‘This land belongs to a Señor Valdez. I wrote to him explaining that we’d be here. Out of courtesy, of course. Because in law I don’t need permission.’
He waited a second, got no reply and continued. ‘Are you him? I’m guessing you aren’t.’ If he was, then Señor Valdez was the least likely of Liverpudlians; there was a clearly identifiable tang of the Mersey in the stranger’s voice.
The man found his voice. ‘You’re correct, Dr Stone. I’m not him. I’m his tenant, and as his tenant I have the right to refuse you access to this land. You should know that I value my privacy. So I apologise if there’s been any misunderstanding but I think you’d better leave, sooner rather than later.

About No Time Like Now
Hiding away from a disastrous past, Megan McLeod is getting along nicely in her job as housekeeper at a university field centre in Majorca. But the arrival of geological researcher, Tim Stone, throws everything into disarray because Tim was the father of the baby she lost some years before and the two of them had parted very messily indeed.
As if having Tim on the scene wasnt bad enough, he's there with his new partner, Holly. But when in the course of his research he comes upon something extremely nasty along the cliffs of north Majorca, hes forced to turn to Megan for help.
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About Jennifer Young
Jennifer Young is an Edinburgh-based writer, editor and copywriter. She is interested in a wide range of subjects and writing media, perhaps reflecting the fact that she has both arts and science degrees. Jennifer has been writing fiction, including romantic fiction, for a number of years with several short stories already published. No Time Like Now is her second published novel; her first novel, Thank You For The Music, is also set on the Balearic island of Majorca.
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