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Sisters And Brothers by Fiona Palmer
Title: Sisters and Brothers
Author: Fiona Palmer
Author: Fiona Palmer
Publisher: Hachette Australia
Genre: Women's Fiction
Genre: Women's Fiction
Release Date: August 28, 2018
Blurb
A poignant novel of
heartbreak, adoption and a father's love by beloved bestselling Australian author,
Fiona Palmer
Bill, 72, feels left
behind after the death of his adored wife. He relies heavily on his only
daughter, Sarah.
Sarah, career woman and perfectionist homemaker, struggles to keep up with the
Joneses. As her husband grows distant, she has no support network.
Emma, a down-to-earth nurse and busy mother of three, always dreamed of having
a sister . . . But nothing prepares her for the shock results of a routine
blood test.
a sister . . . But nothing prepares her for the shock results of a routine
blood test.
Adam, a successful florist, was raised by his mother. As his dreams start to
fall into place, he can't stop thinking about the father he never had.
fall into place, he can't stop thinking about the father he never had.
Finally, Michelle is trying to build cake-making into a career. But
at 46, has she left her run too late to fall in love, have children and find
her birth parents?
at 46, has she left her run too late to fall in love, have children and find
her birth parents?
These five very different people - all connected but separated by secrets from
the past - could be facing their futures together. After all, friends will come
and go but sisters and brothers are forever . . .
the past - could be facing their futures together. After all, friends will come
and go but sisters and brothers are forever . . .
The new novel of
heartbreak, adoption, family and a father's love by the Top Ten bestselling
author of Secrets Between Friends, Fiona Palmer.
heartbreak, adoption, family and a father's love by the Top Ten bestselling
author of Secrets Between Friends, Fiona Palmer.
Purchase Links
Excerpt
‘Come on, kids, move your backsides. I need to be at
work yesterday!’ screamed Emma Noble as she put her phone into the pocket on
her blue nurse’s uniform. The only reply she got was the echo of her voice.
Just when she was about to do her crazy banshee stalk through the house –
that’s what her oldest kid, Josh, called it – one child, her eldest daughter,
appeared in the kitchen.
work yesterday!’ screamed Emma Noble as she put her phone into the pocket on
her blue nurse’s uniform. The only reply she got was the echo of her voice.
Just when she was about to do her crazy banshee stalk through the house –
that’s what her oldest kid, Josh, called it – one child, her eldest daughter,
appeared in the kitchen.
Maddison, dressed in her white school shirt, a big red
R for Rockingham Senior High School written on her chest, moved slower than a
turtle. She walked past the scattered clothes by the dining table, which
doubled as the clean unfolded laundry pile, her feet shifting fluff and dog hair
across the vinyl floor. Emma could almost hear her vacuum cleaner groan as it
sat in the corner of the room, its contents well past emptying limit. Maddie’s
plain dark shorts looked as if she’d slept in them; no doubt they’d fallen off
the bed where Emma had left her clean, folded clothes. And Emma would bet her
left leg that Maddie hadn’t run a brush through her hair in days, though it
looked passable now scraped up into a loose bun on top of her head. Her
fifteen-year-old daughter was a sloth in every sense. She made a little effort
on school days but at home she lived in her socks and Nike sliders and whatever
clothes she picked up from the floor in her messy room. Emma had told her on
many occasions that there could be white-tailed spiders breeding among the
clothes on her floor, but it didn’t seem to faze the teenager.
R for Rockingham Senior High School written on her chest, moved slower than a
turtle. She walked past the scattered clothes by the dining table, which
doubled as the clean unfolded laundry pile, her feet shifting fluff and dog hair
across the vinyl floor. Emma could almost hear her vacuum cleaner groan as it
sat in the corner of the room, its contents well past emptying limit. Maddie’s
plain dark shorts looked as if she’d slept in them; no doubt they’d fallen off
the bed where Emma had left her clean, folded clothes. And Emma would bet her
left leg that Maddie hadn’t run a brush through her hair in days, though it
looked passable now scraped up into a loose bun on top of her head. Her
fifteen-year-old daughter was a sloth in every sense. She made a little effort
on school days but at home she lived in her socks and Nike sliders and whatever
clothes she picked up from the floor in her messy room. Emma had told her on
many occasions that there could be white-tailed spiders breeding among the
clothes on her floor, but it didn’t seem to faze the teenager.
Maddie slowly picked up two slices of toast and headed
towards the door without so much as a smile. It was quite possible that Maddie
was still half-asleep. The only proof she was actually alive, besides the fact
she was walking and breathing, was that her phone was in her hand, earphones
wedged in her ears and the tinny sound of music so loud Emma could hear it.
Maddie would need a hearing aid before her thirtieth birthday. The hand that
held her phone had the top loop of her school bag hooked between spare fingers,
and Emma wanted to tell her to stop dragging it across the floor, especially
because her red school jumper was about to fall out, but she knew better than
to waste her breath when Maddie wouldn’t hear her.
towards the door without so much as a smile. It was quite possible that Maddie
was still half-asleep. The only proof she was actually alive, besides the fact
she was walking and breathing, was that her phone was in her hand, earphones
wedged in her ears and the tinny sound of music so loud Emma could hear it.
Maddie would need a hearing aid before her thirtieth birthday. The hand that
held her phone had the top loop of her school bag hooked between spare fingers,
and Emma wanted to tell her to stop dragging it across the floor, especially
because her red school jumper was about to fall out, but she knew better than
to waste her breath when Maddie wouldn’t hear her.
Right, that was two kids accounted for, because ten-year old
Max was already waiting in the car. It would be a sad day when he too joined
the moody teenagers that inhabited her house. Emma found an elastic band on the
table and quickly scooped her brown wavy hair up into a ponytail and then
pulled her lip balm from her pocket and coated her lips. They always got dry at
work because she never had time to drink. Being a nurse, there never seemed to
be any time for anything, let alone eating or toilet breaks and especially not
for proper hydration.
Max was already waiting in the car. It would be a sad day when he too joined
the moody teenagers that inhabited her house. Emma found an elastic band on the
table and quickly scooped her brown wavy hair up into a ponytail and then
pulled her lip balm from her pocket and coated her lips. They always got dry at
work because she never had time to drink. Being a nurse, there never seemed to
be any time for anything, let alone eating or toilet breaks and especially not
for proper hydration.
Sisters And Brothers by Fiona Palmer
Title: Sisters and Brothers
Author: Fiona Palmer
Author: Fiona Palmer
Publisher: Hachette Australia
Genre: Women's Fiction
Genre: Women's Fiction
Release Date: August 28, 2018
Blurb
A poignant novel of heartbreak, adoption and a father's love by beloved bestselling Australian author, Fiona Palmer
Bill, 72, feels left
behind after the death of his adored wife. He relies heavily on his only
daughter, Sarah.
Sarah, career woman and perfectionist homemaker, struggles to keep up with the
Joneses. As her husband grows distant, she has no support network.
Emma, a down-to-earth nurse and busy mother of three, always dreamed of having
a sister . . . But nothing prepares her for the shock results of a routine
blood test.
Adam, a successful florist, was raised by his mother. As his dreams start to
fall into place, he can't stop thinking about the father he never had.
Finally, Michelle is trying to build cake-making into a career. But
at 46, has she left her run too late to fall in love, have children and find
her birth parents?
These five very different people - all connected but separated by secrets from
the past - could be facing their futures together. After all, friends will come
and go but sisters and brothers are forever . . .
The new novel of
heartbreak, adoption, family and a father's love by the Top Ten bestselling
author of Secrets Between Friends, Fiona Palmer.
Purchase Links
Excerpt
‘Come on, kids, move your backsides. I need to be at
work yesterday!’ screamed Emma Noble as she put her phone into the pocket on
her blue nurse’s uniform. The only reply she got was the echo of her voice.
Just when she was about to do her crazy banshee stalk through the house –
that’s what her oldest kid, Josh, called it – one child, her eldest daughter,
appeared in the kitchen.
Maddison, dressed in her white school shirt, a big red
R for Rockingham Senior High School written on her chest, moved slower than a
turtle. She walked past the scattered clothes by the dining table, which
doubled as the clean unfolded laundry pile, her feet shifting fluff and dog hair
across the vinyl floor. Emma could almost hear her vacuum cleaner groan as it
sat in the corner of the room, its contents well past emptying limit. Maddie’s
plain dark shorts looked as if she’d slept in them; no doubt they’d fallen off
the bed where Emma had left her clean, folded clothes. And Emma would bet her
left leg that Maddie hadn’t run a brush through her hair in days, though it
looked passable now scraped up into a loose bun on top of her head. Her
fifteen-year-old daughter was a sloth in every sense. She made a little effort
on school days but at home she lived in her socks and Nike sliders and whatever
clothes she picked up from the floor in her messy room. Emma had told her on
many occasions that there could be white-tailed spiders breeding among the
clothes on her floor, but it didn’t seem to faze the teenager.
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