Book Info
The Heiresses
by Allison Rushby
Publication Date: May 7th, 2013
In Allison Rushby's Heiresses, three triplets--estranged since birth--are thrust together in glittering 1926 London to fight for their inheritance, only to learn they can’t trust anyone--least of all each other.
When three teenage girls, Thalia, Erato and Clio, are summoned to the excitement of fast-paced London--a frivolous, heady city full of bright young things--by Hestia, an aunt they never knew they had, they are shocked to learn they are triplets and the rightful heiresses to their deceased mother's fortune. All they need to do is find a way to claim the fortune from their greedy half-brother, Charles. But with the odds stacked against them, coming together as sisters may be harder than they think.
Guest Post
Crashing Downton Abbey
You can always
pick people's happiest memories by the photos they stick up as backgrounds on
their desktops. One of my happiest memories from the year my family and I spent
living in Cambridgeshire happened quite by accident, but now takes pride of
place when I start up my laptop each morning.
Knowing we
would only be living in England for a year, we were active weekend and holiday
travelers. On this occasion, we had just spent the weekend in Oxford and were
on our way back home to our converted flour mill beside a lock in the little
village of Buckden (yes, the word 'idyllic' springs to mind…).
I was, and
still am, a huge Downton Abbey fan and remembered reading that the village
scenes were shot in a real village in Oxfordshire. Thus, before we set off home, we planned a
quick detour to the village of Bampton.
Before long, we
reached the outskirts of the village, which was when we began to see little
neon production signs – all sorts of arrows and codes directing the production
team to different surrounding fields and areas. It was a cold Sunday in
February and already quiet on the roads, but it became quieter still as we
navigated our way into the village itself, because it started to snow in a very
nasty, rainy, sleety kind of way (sorry, Australians aren't great at describing
these things. Let's put it this way: you were far better off being at the pub).
By the time we got to the heart of the village, it was truly miserable weather.
Even before we
parked the car, my mouth was on the floor. There was the church, complete with
huge cameras wrapped up in red plastic and security guards sitting in their
cars out front. There was Downton Cottage Hospital, complete with its sign.
There was the pub. And the post office. The highlight, however, had to be the
white bunting, strung up all over the village. Someone was getting married, I
realised!
As my husband
and two children looked on, somewhat amused, I spent the next hour running
around like an absolute mad thing in the sleet, insisting they take my photo in
front of this and in front of that. They put up with me for some time. Until
the point where I insisted on having my photo taken on the stairs of the
portable female loos, because Dame Maggie had probably been there.
Yes, we all froze
half to death, but it was worth it (or at least I thought it was…) for those
desktop photos that will last forever!
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