A humble soldier, known only as 'Jones', wakes in hospital with no recollection of his past. The few fleeting fragments of memory he glimpses are horrifying moments from the battlefield at Ypres. His very identity becomes a puzzle he must solve.
Then Eden Valentine comes gliding into his world, a stunning tailoress who has a dream of her own business in high fashion but whose duty to her family may never permit her to fulfil. Her fiancé resents the intrusion of the disarming Jones who is in desperate need of her help to unravel his past.
Surrounding the mystery is Alex Wynter, the influential heir to an industrial empire and country manor Larksfell Hall. With his aristocratic family still reeling from a recent tragedy, he brings news that will further rock the foundations of their privileged lives.
When their three very different worlds collide, the pieces of the past finally fall into place and lead them into wildly unexpected futures. What they discover will bring shattering consequences that threaten to tear apart far more than just the heart of the tailor's girl.
From the bustling streets of post-Great War London to the idyllic 1920s Sussex countryside, this is a breathtaking story of passion and persistence from a phenomenal Australian storyteller about how true love can overcome incredible odds, even in the most extraordinary circumstances.
The Tailor's Girl
"The funeral for Penelope Aubrey-Smith was already four weeks in
the past while the news of her death nearly eight weeks old. Her
burial had been held at St Nicholas’s Church in Brighton, and her
family had gathered at the grand western extension of its cemetery,
which included a terrace of Tudor-gothic stone vaults. The AubreySmiths
owned one of these recessed vaults but had hoped they
would not be used for many decades. They showed their frigid dismay
at having to accompany their daughter here by insisting the
interment remained private, limited to themselves and the Wynter
family Pen had adored. Her mother had also tearily insisted she be
buried in the ecru silk Valentine wedding gown that Pen had so
As much as this pained Alex personally, he gave no outward
sign of it as he laid some bluebells on Pen’s highly polished, toffeecoloured
coffin that he’d hunted down to a greenhouse
conservatory in Europe. He was the last to farewell his cousin and
after laying a hand on the casket, whispering a few words that no
one else shared, he caught up with the awkwardly small shuffling
line of mourners to comfort his weeping sister with a hug. "
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