Bells and Bows on Mistletoe Row by Emily Harvale Blog Tour with Excerpt @rararesources

Welcome to my stop during the Bells and Bows on Mistletoe Row blog tour. I've got an excerpt to share with you today!

It’ll take a miracle to make Juliet’s Christmas merry, but Mistletoe Row is the place to be when you need some Christmas magic. 

The last person Juliet Bell expects to see when she returns home for Christmas is Harrison Bow.Especially with the most beautiful woman in the world by his side. Twenty years ago, Juliet and Harrison had the shortest romance in history, consisting of one date – and one blazing row. But Juliet will never admit when she’s wrong, and Harrison doesn’t forgive easily, so they haven’t seen, or spoken to one another since.

Harrison Bow vowed he’d never visit his grandfather at The Grange, again, or drive along Mistletoe Row, the scene of one of the unhappiest times of his life. He hasn’t been back for twenty years and he’s only here now because his brother pleaded with him to come. At least with his executive assistant joining him, he’ll be able to do some work. 

But Juliet’s sister, Zoe and Harrison’s brother, Luke have some surprises in store for their elder siblings, and so it seems does Fate. After Harrison risks his life to save Juliet, the least she can do is be nice. The problem is, Harrison is hotter than the log fire in The Mistletoe pub, and when she’s surrounded by twinkling lights and softly falling snow, it doesn’t take long for her to
realise she’s in love with the man she thought she hated. Even if he doesn’t appear to be in love with her. 


In this extract from Bells and Bows on Mistletoe Row, Juliet Bell is trying to find out from her family, why Harrison Bow was in The Mistletoe pub, looking for her.

‘Did he say why he was looking for me?’ Juliet persisted.
‘Who?’ Zoe glanced at her.
‘No. What colour bridesmaid’s dress do you fancy? Pink, I suppose. It’s always been your favourite colour. A soft, baby pink might be quite nice. What do you think, Mum?’
‘I think it will be lovely, sweetheart. But could we clear the table for lunch, please. Everything’s ready, and now that Juliet’s home, we can eat.’
‘It smells delicious,’ Bernard said. ‘Are there Yorkshire puddings?’
‘I always make Yorkshire puddings with roast beef, darling. Why would today be any different?’
‘Or maybe a pale lilac,’ Zoe said, moving her magazine from the table and throwing it onto one of the worktops.
‘Pour the wine would you, darling?’ Rosa said, dishing up the dinner onto the warm plates she had taken from the oven.
‘So let me get this straight,’ Juliet said, taking off her coat and hanging it up by the door. ‘Harrison came here, invited us all to drinks, asked where I was, but didn’t say why he wanted to know, and when you told him I was in the pub, he left.’
‘Yes, sweetheart,’ Rosa said, tossing a piece of beef to Cinnamon, who was sprawled in front of the Aga.
‘Why are you still going on about Harrison?’ Zoe asked. ‘Didn’t he see you in the pub?’
‘Oh, he saw me. If looks could kill I’d be back at the bottom of the lake. He took one look at me and Dan, turned around, and marched out.’
The room fell silent as her family looked at one another and then at her.
‘You and Dan?’ Zoe said. ‘What were you and Dan doing when he looked at you?’
‘Nothing. We were hugging one another and I was telling him how happy I was that he’s told his family that he’s gay, and in love.’
‘Dan’s gay?’ Bernard said, twisting the lid off a jar of mustard. ‘Since when?’
‘Since forever,’ Juliet said, stepping over Cinnamon and taking a seat.
‘I thought he was.’ Rosa put the plates on the table and nodded. ‘And that explains why he never asked you out.’
‘He didn’t have to be gay to not ask her out, Mum,’ Zoe said. ‘He simply might not have fancied her.’
‘Yes. But he’s always calling her darling and it seems as if he can never keep his hands off her. I always thought it was odd to be so openly and affectionately demonstrative, and yet not to ask her on a date.’
‘I see,’ said Zoe. ‘That makes sense.’
‘Perhaps Harrison thought the same,’ Bernard said. ‘Not wondering why Dan hasn’t asked you out, I don’t mean. But perhaps he thinks Dan has. Maybe he thinks you and Dan are a couple. Here, sweetheart. Have a glass of wine.’
‘Why on earth would he think that?’ Juliet asked, taking the glass her dad handed her.
‘Oh,’ said Zoe. ‘That explains a lot. You’re right, Dad. That is probably precisely what Harrison thinks. He thinks you’re dating Dan. That’s why he was cross when he saw you in the pub.’
‘Why would Harrison care who I’m dating?’
Again, all three of them looked at her.
‘Isn’t it obvious, sweetheart?’ Rosa said. ‘The man is clearly in love with you.’
Juliet’s glass slid from her hand, but thankfully it didn’t smash. It merely fell on its side and red wine spilt across the table, trickling onto the floor, where Cinnamon eagerly lapped it up.
‘Oh God. I’m sorry.’ She jumped up, grabbed some kitchen towel and mopped it up from the table. ‘But he’s not in love with me. He’s in love with Kiki.’
Zoe, who had leapt out of the way of the wine-spill, laughed. ‘Don’t be ridiculous, sis. He’s not in love with Kiki. I know she fancies him, but I can assure you it’s not reciprocated.’
Bernard wiped some splashes of wine from his Christmas jumper with his handkerchief. ‘If anyone’s in love with Kiki, I’d say it was old Rufus. Did you see the way he was ogling her last night? And his eyes were following her every move as if they were attached by magnets.’
‘Ew,’ said Zoe. ‘That’s creepy.’
‘I’m not sure Rufus is capable of love,’ Rosa said. ‘Although I suppose he must have been once. He did have a son, after all.’
‘He didn’t have to be in love to have a son,’ Zoe said. ‘But he was married at the time so let’s hope, for his wife’s sake, he was.’
‘Forget about Rufus.’ Juliet sat down again and Bernard refilled her glass. ‘The only person I’m interested in is Harrison.’
‘We know that, sweetheart.’ Bernard put the bottle on the table and patted her hand. ‘And as your mother says, Harrison is clearly interested in you.’
‘He’s not. He can’t be. He would’ve said something if he was. Wouldn’t he?’
Zoe sighed. ‘You may be my older sister, but you’ve got a lot to learn about love. Now for heaven’s sake, can we eat, please? I’ve got a pile of bridal magazines to get through, and we’ve still got all the mince pies to bake, the Christmas cake to ice, presents to wrap, and a whole list of other stuff to do between now and tomorrow night. I’ve also got to find another dress to wear. I can’t wear the same dress I wore to dinner, to the Christmas Eve drinks at The Grange.’

I hope you enjoyed the extract. Thank you so much for allowing me to share it with you.

Author Bio

Having lived and worked in London for several years, Emily returned to her home town of Hastings where she now spends her days writing... and chatting on social media. Emily is a Member of the SoA, a PAN member of the RWA and a Pro Member of ALLi. She's an Amazon bestseller and a Kindle All Star. Emily loves writing and her stories are sure to bring a smile to your face and a warmth to your heart.

Emily says, "I write about friendship, family and falling in love. I believe in happing endings." When she isn't writing, she can be found enjoying the stunning East Sussex coast and countryside, or in a wine bar with friends, discussing life, love and the latest TV shows. Chocolate cake is often eaten. She dislikes housework almost as much as she dislikes anchovies - and will do anything to avoid both.

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