Introducing Author Rachel Brimble

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Rachel lives with her husband and their two daughters in a small town near Bath, England. She is the author of over 20 published novels including the Pennington’s department store series (Aria Fiction) and the Templeton Cove Stories (Harlequin).

In July 2019, she signed a three-book deal with Aria Fiction for a Victorian trilogy set in a Bath brothel and featuring three heroines determined to change their lives and those of other women. The first book is due for release in Autumn 2020.

Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and has thousands of social media followers all over the world.

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Gripping drama as Pennington's department store prepares for a glittering Christmas in 1911, but a killer stalks the women of Bath.

Christmas sees Pennington's at its most glorious, thronged with shoppers, its grand staircase and balcony adorned with holly, mistletoe, tinsel and lights. It should be the happiest time, but dramas are seething beneath the surface.

For Cornelia Culford, in charge of jewellery, a divorce hearing looms, where she could lose custody of her young sons to her overbearing and unfaithful husband.

For Stephen Gower, being head of security at Pennington's is the perfect refuge from a tragic past at Scotland Yard. But soon the past will call him back, as Joseph Carter and Elizabeth Pennington beg him to help solve the murder of Joseph's first wife, now that it seems as if the killer has struck again.

For Joseph and Elizabeth, their marriage depends on exorcising the past. But can it ever be laid to rest?

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Stephen walked past the women and his gaze was drawn to the jewellery counter. Cornelia Culford stood behind the glass cabinets, serving a gentleman dressed in a dark suit and matching top hat. She carried herself with calm authority, her hands slim and delicate, the subtle shine of her nails glinting against the pieces displayed in front of her. She shifted her attention from the jewellery to the customer, who seemed as entirely entranced by Miss Culford as he was his potential purchases.

Stephen understood the sentiment. With her dark hair piled high on her head and styled in thick waves, her pink lips and dazzling smile, the gentleman could hardly be blamed if he offered to buy the entirety of the velvet-covered tray Miss Culford had laid before him.

‘Mr Gower, isn’t it?’

Stephen blinked and faced Miss Pennington as she came to stand in front of him, her green eyes bright as she smiled.

‘Yes, it is.’ Stephen nodded. ‘It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Pennington.’

‘And you. Mr Carter has been full of praise for you.’ She cleared her throat and glanced around them. ‘I understand you’ve moved here from London?’

He sensed hesitation in her question. Had her husband sent her to speak to him? Stephen straightened his shoulders, regretting how close he’d come to Cornelia Culford’s counter. He glanced in her direction. She stared at them, her brow furrowed as the gentleman customer peered at a bracelet through his monocle.

He turned to Miss Pennington and tried to ignore the strength of Miss Culford’s stare. ‘I have.’

‘Do you have family here? Friends?’ Miss Pennington’s smile was still in place, but curiosity, as opposed to congeniality, now burned in her eyes. ‘I imagine Bath seems positively sedate compared to the bright lights of London.’

‘I wouldn’t say that.’ Stephen looked past her towards the crowds of people walking back and forth. Something told him Elizabeth Pennington was a woman who liked answers. He needed to respond with the utmost caution. He carried far too much shame that he didn’t want becoming public knowledge. ‘Bath is a city just like any other.’

‘Is it?’ She raised her eyebrows. ‘I beg to differ. I have travelled to London for both business and pleasure many times and feel it has none of the old-world charm found in Bath.’

Surprised she would like anything ‘old-world’, Stephen asked, ‘And you like that?’

‘Of course, why wouldn’t I? Bath is a beautiful city.’

‘It is, but a city is a city, Miss Pennington, and it holds the same unsavoury sorts as London. The same crimes and the same poverty.’

Her smile dissolved. ‘Indeed, and it continually bothers me how and when that will ever be resolved. Mr Carter mentioned you have worked for the police. I can only surmise once a policeman, always a policeman, judging from your, might I say, rather cynical view of city life.’

Stephen’s defences slipped into place. ‘Maybe, but that’s not to say I continue to linger in my previous role. There are reasons I left London and I have no intention of resurrecting them in a different place. If you’ll excuse me?’

Without waiting for her answer, Stephen walked in the opposite direction, his pulse thumping. Damn. Why had he reacted so vehemently? And to one half of Pennington’s management, for crying out loud. If she didn’t report his discourtesy back to her husband, it would be a miracle.

Onwards he walked, not really seeing or hearing anything around him. Once again, his fingers pulled at his collar and tie. Inside Pennington’s walls, the constraint felt like a noose… and maybe that feeling was exactly what he deserved.

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