Mishaps in Millrise
by Tilly Tennant
Tilly Tennant’s delightful four-novella-part series, is now available in one edition with an EXTRA SHORT STORY at the end!
Phoebe Clements’ life was a bit of a mess. Her boyfriend was killed in a freak accident, and then she lost her job just before Christmas. But when she wished for a new start, it came in the form of Jack, a gorgeous man she met in the grotto of a drunken Santa.
Five months on and their relationship is going from strength to strength: Phoebe’s just landed her dream job at Hendry’s toy store, and Jack’s little daughter adores her. But Phoebe is convinced her happiness can’t last, and when life decides to stamp all over her newfound luck, it seems she might be right…
There’s the small matter of Jack’s mother and her one-woman vendetta against Phoebe; there’s Jack’s troublesome brother, Archie, who moves in and turns their lives upside down; not to mention Hendry’s going into financial freefall, and Adam, the boss’s son, who seems determined to break up the happy couple so that he can claim Phoebe for himself.
Could things possibly get any worse? Phoebe is about to discover that if they can, they probably will… Can she turn things around, or will she lose sight of everything and everyone that matters in the chaos?
“…only a few months ago she really hadn’t cared for children at all. They were like an alien race, to be treated with suspicion and avoided unless absolutely necessary.”
“That brain donor will have to get up early in the morning to catch me. In fact, he’d have to get up the night before and camp out.”
“Steve’s nostrils were flared in a way that suggested a permanent state of near-fatal high blood pressure. At first, Phoebe had been alarmed by this sight whenever she had the misfortune to witness it. But as the months progressed, she realized that this was actually her boss in a good mood. Steve in a bad mood looked like an atomic bomb ready to go off.”
“Martha let out a squeal of horror as Geraint flung Jack around, wrapped two gargantuan arms around his midriff and began to squeeze the life from him in violent bursts. It was possible that he was performing the Heimlich maneuver but it was a pretty safe bet that nobody present in the restaurant that day had ever seen it done with such misguided zeal. Jack’s arms flailed madly as Geraint pummeled him… At some point during the next twenty-four hours, it was likely that a video featuring violent man-love would be going viral.”
“Phoebe was in the seventh circle of hell. Otherwise know as Sunday lunch with the possibly-one-day-prospective in-laws. She could think of worse things she could be doing, of course: extracting her spleen through her belly button, cleaning the London sewer network with her toothbrush, sitting through double maths…”
“As Phoebe sat at her desk he gave her such a penetrating look that she couldn’t help the violent blush that spread up her neck. He wasn’t just undressing her with his eyes, he was clearing the desk and ravishing her on it. If she hadn’t already been pregnant it was the sort of look that might had done the job even from ten feet away.”
“Adam had made his intentions toward Phoebe very clear. Any clearer would have involved him wearing a ruby-encrusted codpiece and carrying a huge sign saying: PHOEBE – GET IT HERE.”
“The woman had never been pleased to see Phoebe, but right now she looked as though someone had shoved a wasp in her mouth and glued it shut.”
“Well, I have to bring something to the partnership. As I can’t cook, won’t clean and make a terrible racket when I sing, the voice of reason is the only thing I have left.”
“The woman shrank back and nodded assent. Phoebe could understand why. Carol’s old bulldog look was back, and it was enough to strike fear into the hardiest of matrons.”
“Yeah. I think when the novelty of riding his Apollo 11 wears out I could still fancy the pilot.”
While reading this delightful tale, I frequently snorted, barked, and laughed aloud. It was wicked funny. I adored the witty banter and clever dialogue as much as I loved the use of fun British slang such as rumpy pumpy, dirty stop-out, cheeky, daft cow, skive off, crack on, have a go, and knackered. The writing was so decidedly British that I heard the accent in my head as I read. The characters were quirky and interesting, the premise and writing style were both fun and enjoyable, and I was entertained from beginning to end, even when my heart was briefly broken during part 3. In addition to the original 4 novellas, the author provided a bonus and extended the ending, which provided the icing on the cake. I have greedily added every book on this author’s listing to my TBR and wish lists.
Tilly Tennant was born in Dorset, the oldest of four children, but now lives in Staffordshire with a family of her own. After years of dismal and disastrous jobs, including paper plate stacking, shop girl, newspaper promotions and waitressing (she never could carry a bowl of soup without spilling a bit), she decided to indulge her passion for the written word by embarking on a degree in English and creative writing, graduating in 2009 with first class honours. She wrote her first novel in 2007 during her first summer break at university and has not stopped writing since. She also works as a freelance fiction editor, and considers herself very lucky that this enables her to read many wonderful books before the rest of the world gets them.
Tilly is represented by the wonderful, gorgeous Peta Nightingale at LAW.