Blog Tour - THE STREET OF BROKEN DREAMS
Blog Tour
A poignant story which will tear at your heart strings. Perfect for the fans of Elaine
Everest and Daisy Styles.
Summer 1945. The nation rejoices as the Second World War comes to an end but Banbury Street matriarch, Eva Parker, foresees trouble ahead. Whilst her daughter, Mildred, awaits the return of her fiancé from overseas duty, doubts begin to seep into her mind about how little she knows of the man she has promised to marry. Or are her affections being drawn elsewhere?
Meanwhile, new neighbour, dancer Cissie Cresswell, hides a terrible secret. The end of the conflict will bring her no release from the horrific night that destroyed her life. Can she ever find her way back? Under Eva’s stalwart care, can the two young women unite to face the doubt and uncertainty of the future?
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2ROqck2
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2HaxIBD
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2QHCq9H
iBooks: https://apple.co/2sohcUx
Evangeline Parker passed the Duke of Cambridge on the corner and turned into
Banbury Street. Ooph, it was good to get home! She’d been queuing for what seemed
hours for the week’s rations of tea, sugar, tinned food and what have you at the
grocer’s, and then again for the few days’ rations of meat at the butcher’s and
whatever fruit and veg was available at the greengrocer’s. She didn’t have the luxury
of one of those things she believed were called a refrigerator. Just a lead-lined box
with a marble shelf and a metal-mesh door to keep the flies out. So, at the end of the
week, she’d have to queue all over again for fresh supplies for the weekend.
For all that, what did she have? From the butcher’s, a pig’s trotter – that her
husband, Stan, liked but she could never stand – one kidney and a couple of slices of
ox liver. There hadn’t even been any bacon or sausages available, and Old Willie
would never have lied to her about that. She’d lived in the little backstreet near south-west London’s Battersea Park for virtually all of her fifty-nine years and had been a faithful customer and, she hoped, friend for most of her life, feeding her own growing family on his meat and nobody else’s.
Thank goodness spuds and bread weren’t on ration, even if the latter was the
horrible, grey-coloured National Loaf. She’d managed to get their due ration of tea,
sugar, butter and margarine OK, but the few ounces of cheese had come as a bright
orange colour rather than the normal mousetrap, so she hoped it was going to be
edible. Add to that a selection of vegetables – carrots, turnips and spring greens but
sadly no onions – and their ration of tinned fruit, peas and spam, and somehow she’d
have to feed her family on that for the next few days.
Not that there were so many mouths to feed these days, what with only two of their
six off-spring living at home. The eldest two, Kit and Gert, were both married and had
long flown the nest. With a lifelong passion for trains, Kit had left grammar school at
sixteen to work on the railways. Now he was the sub stationmaster at a place called
Edenbridge Town in Kent. For a rural station, it was incredibly important freightwise, and had been even more so during the war. As a railway worker, Kit had been exempt from conscription, for which Eva thanked the Good Lord. Railway lines had been obvious targets for German bombers, of course, but a couple of bombs exploding near the Edenbridge lines at the beginning of the raids had been the extent of any danger.
So Kit and his wife, Hillie, daughter of Eva’s best friend – ah, how she still missed poor Nell, though she’d been dead ten years or more – and their two little ones had
been safe throughout the war.
As she puffed up to her own front door, her arms weighed down with the precious
shopping, Eva glanced along the street to the little terraced house, a few doors down,
where Nell had lived and suffered at the hands of her brutal husband. She’d been well out of it, poor love, for over a decade, but Eva swore she could still see her
sometimes, waving with a forced smile, putting on a brave face. All the dreadful
things that had happened belonged to another time, a previous, sad story, but Eva
would never forget them
Delaying her childhood dream of writing historical novels until her family had grown up, Tania eventually completed a series of published stories based on her beloved Dartmoor.
She is now setting her future sagas in London and the south east.
Follow Tania:
Twitter: @TaniaCrosse
Facebook: @TaniaCrosse
THE STREET OF BROKEN DREAMS
By TANIA CROSSE
On my blog today I have the pleasure of sharing with you......
THE STREET OF BROKEN DREAMS
I would like to thank Victoria from Aria and TANIA CROSSE for inviting me on the
blog tour
📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚
Book Information
Everest and Daisy Styles.
Summer 1945. The nation rejoices as the Second World War comes to an end but Banbury Street matriarch, Eva Parker, foresees trouble ahead. Whilst her daughter, Mildred, awaits the return of her fiancé from overseas duty, doubts begin to seep into her mind about how little she knows of the man she has promised to marry. Or are her affections being drawn elsewhere?
Meanwhile, new neighbour, dancer Cissie Cresswell, hides a terrible secret. The end of the conflict will bring her no release from the horrific night that destroyed her life. Can she ever find her way back? Under Eva’s stalwart care, can the two young women unite to face the doubt and uncertainty of the future?
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2ROqck2
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2HaxIBD
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2QHCq9H
iBooks: https://apple.co/2sohcUx
💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚
My Review
5☆ A Mesmerising and Compelling Plot!
This is the second book in the series. I have read the first book and although it was nice to revisit the characters, it can be read as a standalone perfectly fine.
THE STREET OF BROKEN DREAMS is a beautifully compelling and poignant histoical read that I was enthralled by.
It's a story of two families struggles as they come together to support each other through the ups and downs. It's a story of wartime, support, friendship, heartbreak, loss, secrets, love, horrific ordeal, triumph and most importantly family.
The story opens with a horrific rape of a young girl, by a soldier after curfew.
But the young girl remains a mystery.
It wasn't long before I put two and two together and worked out who it was.
Fast forward and we meet Eva and her family, husband Stan and her two children that still live at home Mildred and Jake.
Eva is a kind hearted loveable character with a big heart. She is the glue that holds Banbury Street together.
So when new neighbours move in, Mother Bridie, husband Ron ( who is an amputee Soldier) and their children Cissie, Zac and Baby Jane, Eva goes straight round their to make them feel welcome.
Bridie and her family certainly made an impression, and was a great addition to Banbury Street.
But something doesn't feel quiet right about Bridie and her family, but what exactly are they hiding?
I absolutely adored this gorgeous book, it's full of warmth, well developed, strong loveable characters that melted my heart, an authentic, atmospheric, and enthralling plot that had me so absorbed the time just whisked by.
Tania has this way of transporting you right into the heart of the story.
The historical details and atmosphere was mesmerising and seamlessly descriptive. You can tell how much love and dedication Tania puts in to making her books authentic and real. WW2 is one of my favourite eras to read about and Tania gets it spot on! Thank you!
If you love historical fiction set in WW2 with memorable characters, atmospheric and authentic descriptions, a compelling plot that you can get lost in. Then I highly recommend THE STREET OF BROKEN DREAMS.
This is the second book in the series. I have read the first book and although it was nice to revisit the characters, it can be read as a standalone perfectly fine.
THE STREET OF BROKEN DREAMS is a beautifully compelling and poignant histoical read that I was enthralled by.
It's a story of two families struggles as they come together to support each other through the ups and downs. It's a story of wartime, support, friendship, heartbreak, loss, secrets, love, horrific ordeal, triumph and most importantly family.
The story opens with a horrific rape of a young girl, by a soldier after curfew.
But the young girl remains a mystery.
It wasn't long before I put two and two together and worked out who it was.
Fast forward and we meet Eva and her family, husband Stan and her two children that still live at home Mildred and Jake.
Eva is a kind hearted loveable character with a big heart. She is the glue that holds Banbury Street together.
So when new neighbours move in, Mother Bridie, husband Ron ( who is an amputee Soldier) and their children Cissie, Zac and Baby Jane, Eva goes straight round their to make them feel welcome.
Bridie and her family certainly made an impression, and was a great addition to Banbury Street.
But something doesn't feel quiet right about Bridie and her family, but what exactly are they hiding?
I absolutely adored this gorgeous book, it's full of warmth, well developed, strong loveable characters that melted my heart, an authentic, atmospheric, and enthralling plot that had me so absorbed the time just whisked by.
Tania has this way of transporting you right into the heart of the story.
The historical details and atmosphere was mesmerising and seamlessly descriptive. You can tell how much love and dedication Tania puts in to making her books authentic and real. WW2 is one of my favourite eras to read about and Tania gets it spot on! Thank you!
If you love historical fiction set in WW2 with memorable characters, atmospheric and authentic descriptions, a compelling plot that you can get lost in. Then I highly recommend THE STREET OF BROKEN DREAMS.
📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖
Excerpt
Banbury Street. Ooph, it was good to get home! She’d been queuing for what seemed
hours for the week’s rations of tea, sugar, tinned food and what have you at the
grocer’s, and then again for the few days’ rations of meat at the butcher’s and
whatever fruit and veg was available at the greengrocer’s. She didn’t have the luxury
of one of those things she believed were called a refrigerator. Just a lead-lined box
with a marble shelf and a metal-mesh door to keep the flies out. So, at the end of the
week, she’d have to queue all over again for fresh supplies for the weekend.
For all that, what did she have? From the butcher’s, a pig’s trotter – that her
husband, Stan, liked but she could never stand – one kidney and a couple of slices of
ox liver. There hadn’t even been any bacon or sausages available, and Old Willie
would never have lied to her about that. She’d lived in the little backstreet near south-west London’s Battersea Park for virtually all of her fifty-nine years and had been a faithful customer and, she hoped, friend for most of her life, feeding her own growing family on his meat and nobody else’s.
Thank goodness spuds and bread weren’t on ration, even if the latter was the
horrible, grey-coloured National Loaf. She’d managed to get their due ration of tea,
sugar, butter and margarine OK, but the few ounces of cheese had come as a bright
orange colour rather than the normal mousetrap, so she hoped it was going to be
edible. Add to that a selection of vegetables – carrots, turnips and spring greens but
sadly no onions – and their ration of tinned fruit, peas and spam, and somehow she’d
have to feed her family on that for the next few days.
Not that there were so many mouths to feed these days, what with only two of their
six off-spring living at home. The eldest two, Kit and Gert, were both married and had
long flown the nest. With a lifelong passion for trains, Kit had left grammar school at
sixteen to work on the railways. Now he was the sub stationmaster at a place called
Edenbridge Town in Kent. For a rural station, it was incredibly important freightwise, and had been even more so during the war. As a railway worker, Kit had been exempt from conscription, for which Eva thanked the Good Lord. Railway lines had been obvious targets for German bombers, of course, but a couple of bombs exploding near the Edenbridge lines at the beginning of the raids had been the extent of any danger.
So Kit and his wife, Hillie, daughter of Eva’s best friend – ah, how she still missed poor Nell, though she’d been dead ten years or more – and their two little ones had
been safe throughout the war.
As she puffed up to her own front door, her arms weighed down with the precious
shopping, Eva glanced along the street to the little terraced house, a few doors down,
where Nell had lived and suffered at the hands of her brutal husband. She’d been well out of it, poor love, for over a decade, but Eva swore she could still see her
sometimes, waving with a forced smile, putting on a brave face. All the dreadful
things that had happened belonged to another time, a previous, sad story, but Eva
would never forget them
💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚
Author Bio
She is now setting her future sagas in London and the south east.
Follow Tania:
Twitter: @TaniaCrosse
Facebook: @TaniaCrosse
💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚
If you enjoyed My Post then please Share so we can get Everyone Reading and Talking about ......THE STREET OF BROKEN DREAMS By TANIA CROSSE
You can also follow along with the Blog Tour by Checking out the Poster Below ⬇️
📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚💖📚
Comments
Post a Comment