This week on YA we are looking at Mother’s Day favourite reads. Well my mum didn’t actually get much time for reading. She was a quiet gentle soul with a quick wit and a loving heart. Had she had the time between raising us six children I feel sure she would have gone for a gentle romance without the spicy bits. But, no matter what was offered, if it was written by one of her own then, to her it would have been the best piece of literature in the world. Roll-over Shakespeare!!!
They thundered down the stairs of the old farmhouse and into the kitchen where Robby’s mother was preparing breakfast. Her dark hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Like Abigail, she was small, thin and deceptively frail looking. The kitchen was hung with Christmas decorations and in the corner stood a Christmas tree decorated haphazardly with garish ornaments and angel hair.
‘Morning you two.’
‘Morning, Mam.’
‘Morning, Helen, Abigail said. ‘You’ve been busy! Like the tree!’
‘You do? Helen’s dark blue eyes so like her sons widened. ‘Really?’
‘Yes. But I wouldn’t read too much into that, I don’t have very high expectations after living aunt Amanda’s attempts at tree décor, especially after the ‘little darlings’ are finished helping.’ Abigail said grinning.
Helen looked from the tree to Abigail and narrowed her eyes, ‘I think I’ll still take that as a complement.’ She turned back to buttering toast. ‘You’re up early this morning. Going for a ride?’
‘Err, not sure yet,’ Robby said. ‘Maybe not. I think we might just put them in the field for a few hours leg stretch. Where’s dad?’
‘Out seeing to that cow. He’ll be back soon if you want him for something.’
‘No, just wondered. Do you want the riding school ponies turning out too?’
‘Leave Dancer in, I’m giving Andrew a lesson later. You can turn the others out though.’
Robby splashed water on his face at the sink and ran a comb hastily through his dark hair.
‘I wish you wouldn’t do that in the kitchen, Robby. And I really think your hair needs cutting. What’s this sudden fancy for letting it grow?’
Robby exchanged a quick look with Abigail. Most Talcorne in the city of Moilana wore their hair long. And, as he was now entering his first year as a bonded Talcorne he had decided to follow suit. He could hardly share this with his parents however. He shrugged vaguely and mumbled something around a piece of toast he had grabbed from the table then headed for the door.
‘Abigail, aren’t you going to do something with your hair?’
‘Like what?’ Abigail shrugged, ‘What can I do that will make a scrap of difference? Besides, is it worth doing battle with it just for the horses and hay and stuff?’
Helen grimaced sympathetically, ‘I suppose not!
2. Bryna Butler, author Midnight Guardian series
3. Heather Self
4. T. R. Graves, Author of The Warrior Series
5. Suzy Turner, author of The Raven Saga
6. Cheri Schmidt, author of the Fateful Trilogy
7. Rachel Coles, author of Into The Ruins, geek mom blog
8. K. C. Blake, author of Vampires Rule and Crushed
9. Patti Larsen, The Hunted series and The Hayle Coven series
10. Amy Maurer Jones, Author of The Soul Quest Trilogy
11. Fisher Amelie, author of The Understorey
12. M. Leighton, Blood Like Poison Series, Madly, The Reaping
13. Cidney Swanson, author of Rippler
14. Gwenn Wright, author of Filter
15. Melissa Pearl, Author of The Time Spirit Trilogy
16. Heather M. White, author of The Destiny Saga
17. Courtney Cole Writes
18. Liz Long | Just another writer on the loose.
19. Ella James
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