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'Seahaven' is published today, 28th September 2021!

'Seahaven' , my debut novel, available from Amazon for £7.25 paperback and £1.85 e-book from 28th September 2021.
'Seahaven' , my debut novel, available from Amazon for £7.25 paperback and £1.85 e-book from 28th September 2021.

I am very excited to announce that my debut novel 'Seahaven',  is out now, published by Blossom Spring Publishing,28th September 2021.  Here is the advance publicity book poster, and the cover and back cover description of the book to tell you more of what it is about. It is an exciting historical adventure set in 1700s England, see more below!  It can be ordered from Amazon in paperback and e-book.

Please see their website www.blossomspringpublishing.com to see my book pictured and described in the 'Coming Soon' section,

https://www.blossomspringpublishing.com/product-category/coming-soon/page/2/

and my biography on their 'Authors' pages, listed by alphabetical order of first names, Ruth Enright.

https://www.blossomspringpublishing.com/our-authors/

 I hope people reading my blog will buy it and enjoy reading it!  If you do, please tell others about it! I would really appreciate a review of my book from you on Amazon, which will really help me as an author and will raise the book's profile.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/create-review?&asin=+1739912624

'Seahaven' , my debut novel, available from Amazon for £7.25 paperback and £1.85 e-book from 28th September 2021.

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Seahaven has won this prestigious award from the Chill With a Book Awards. One reader said:


'Wonderful book! I absolutely loved it. It is beautifully written and in just the perfect way to be wholly absorbed in it. Ms Enright’s style is like that of the classics:
interesting characters, human interest and sensitivities; and a captivating storyline
with twists and turns. 
Really well done. Congratulations on a thoroughly enjoyable book! I look forward
to reading more from this author.'


Two teddies are now

Both in my keeping,

Gifts to toddler grandchildren, us.

When new, Bruin was purple, larger,

With a deep growl.

My brother's.

Teddy was smaller, fawn,

Mine.

He lost his growl after an unfortunate fall 

And a sink bath.

I loved Teddy with a depth which included emotional guilt.

I was jealous because Bruin was bigger and purple

And  my own ted  must never know of that.

I was the oldest but the girl.

Perhaps that played into who got which bear.

Bruin is no longer purple,

Faded after decades on my brother's windowsills,

At home and in his flat.

For a few years now, both have looked down from

The high shelf beside my daughter's childhood raised bed.

They leaned together, slightly forward,

As if wanting to come down.

I climbed up to get them the other day and soon saw why.

Both lambswool, moths have pecked their back legs into small

bald patches.

It's been a poignant time as my mother has lately died too.

I felt I had let them down, the two teds, 

Neglected while cherished still.

I've dusted them off and put them on the coverlet

Of the single bed below,

Where they seem more contented, two old men together.

Better now, their worn little faces seem to say.