Heart Strings by Donna Hatch – Book Blitz!
Donna Hatch is the author of the best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” and a winner of writing awards such as The Golden Quill and the International Digital Award. A hopeless romantic and adventurer at heart, she discovered her writing passion at the tender age of 8 and has been listening to those voices ever since. She has become a sought-after workshop presenter, and also juggles freelance editing, multiple volunteer positions, and most of all, her six children (seven, counting her husband). A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty years are living
proof that there really is a happily ever after.
Fleeing an unwanted engagement, a young harpist follows her music passion to London. Becoming entangled with a handsome violinist who seems too aristocratic for a working-class musician may be more problematic than dodging her erstwhile fiancé, sleeping in the streets, or staying alive when a madman targets her for murder.
bubbled up inside Susanna at the possibilities that lay before her. “Oh,
Martha, I do want to go to London to find work as a harpist. How would I get there?”
How would she get there? Susanna froze. She
must travel alone, unprotected, and in the company of strangers. Still,
remaining here seemed infinitely worse.
“It doesn’t seem right, a gently bred lady like yourself traveling all alone.”
manage somehow,” Susanna said, trying to be brave.
maid-turned-confident paused. “That’s true. I came here from London on the mail
coach. It took three days. It is an uncomfortable way to travel because it only
stops to change horses and drivers. That’s when we stretched our legs and
bought food at the posting inns. I didn’t have to worry about paying for a
bedchamber. But I’m used to being on my own.”
considered. “I know where the nearest posting inn is. But once I reach London,
I wouldn’t know where to begin. I don’t know all the theatres, nor how to go
about getting a position, nor even where I’d stay.” The unknowns all loomed
before her like an endlessly high wall.
“I can’t help you
with getting a position, but I know the theatres.” Martha started counting off
on her fingers. “There’s the King’s Theatre, Covent Garden, Drury Lane,
Susanna smiled at
the sweet maid. What a dear she was for trying to help her! “I can see I should
have spoken to you sooner.”
Martha added, “I
still can’t like the idea of you traveling all the way to London alone, miss,
but I admire your courage.”
desperation? Either way, the more Susanna thought of it, the more determined
she was to flee. Fear and excitement and anticipation tugged at her from every
side, creating nervous anticipation. She’d never felt so terrified. Or so