Day 4 – Isolation

Onto Day 4! I can’t really say that I am getting better but I feel better about being cooped in. The world is crazy outside here and I feel much safer in my haven than out there with the masses.

My throat is less sore, but the persistent cough has ramped up a bit. My chest is hurting and I have stitch I my sides from coughing so much. I feel run down, I hate zits which I haven’t had for a long time and I feel drained. Even walking up the stairs is a mission. Any type of exertion has me out of breath, which in turn hurts my chest and then pulls at the stitch I my sides. The prospect of going to bed isn’t a joyous one, as lying down aggravates my symptoms even more. If I could just sleep lying down in bed, I could at least get a decent nights sleep. But instead I sleep part sitting up, which isn’t very comfortable at all.

Yesterday I spent the day home schooling the boys. We watched some learning videos about animals on YouTube which was followed by a question and answer session. We then had Maths, writing, and reading. And we ended the few hours of learning with a crafts session. I actually found that it helped to make some of the time go quicker. The boy’s actually really enjoyed it too. The boys have been outside today, kicking a ball around and enjoying some of the first hints of spring.

Today has been pretty lazy on my part; tv, board games, computer games….followed by a ubereats delivery of McDonald’s. We are now sat here cuddled up on the sofa watching Godzilla. Just another 10 days to go….and even then I understand that I will have to practice safe social distancing. Because I don’t know what I have got exactly….. a bad cold or Covid-19…..? Either way, I could be really contagious when I do get to go back outside or catch the actual virus if I haven’t had it already…..

And who knows what the next 10 days will bring….what else can the government put in place? Is a likely ‘lockdown’ the way forward?

Day 3 – isolation

My throat is on fire, my chest is tight. Taking a full, deep breathe is hard! I am stuffy and headachy, and feel like I am burning up….eventhough I am cold to touch.

I am not 100% unwell, I can’t say that I ‘haven’t’ had a worse cold experience in the past. I am feeling rough and a bit drained but no different to any other cold I have had in the past. And yet, I can’t be sure whether this is just another cold or whether I have the big C. I have to isolate for 7 days, with my family isolating for 14 days….

The isolation is getting to me, and I know with the grand scheme of things then boredom is at the very bottom of people’s concerns! But the feeling of being ‘trapped in’ is getting to me. I feel for all those people on the front line who are dealing with the good and ugly in people!

There are people out there who should hang there heads in shame for how they have acted during this pandemic. There are good cases where people are helping those most vulnerable….but then there are the selfish people who are taking way more than they need.

Stocks are low in stores, not everyone is getting what they need. Items such as baby formula which is essential for nutrition in babies is taken speedily and greedily, without thought for the next person to come along! Stores and store people are trying there best, they are trying to cope with the mad rushes, and the high demand. There are queues of people daily outside supermarkets, from as early as 7am every morning! Just waiting to get in and grab something!

Not only does it amaze me how people can act like this! It also makes me wonder how they afford it all! Or where they even put it at home! Have they got food waste because they took too much?

The world has gone completely mad! And as much as indoors bores me, I am glad that I don’t have to deal with outside at the moment! I am safe and sheltered from it all. I hope that by the time I can leave the house then people have started acting a bit more rationally!

Isolation Day 2

So a few days ago, I woke with a itchy throat…..I thought nothing of it really and carried on as normal. The itch turned into a bit of a persistent cough. Nothing too bad, just irritating but with current government guidelines I was obviously aware that I had to adhere to the current advice. So I collected my boys from school on Tuesday and we have been holed up ever since.

I was one of those that didn’t prepare for the inevitable – I was avoiding shops where I could and naively thought that I could just get shopping online if it came to it! Doh!

So yesterday I made a small list of items we needed to make meals – basic things really – bread/sandwich fillers/fruit/milk/cereal – and I asked my wonderful mother in law if she could pick some things up for me.

I stupidly thought I could do a big shop online, but I soon realised how ridiculous that thought was when I tried to book a slot! None were available – stores have limited slots anyway but the ones they do have are booked up…and are up until almost the middle of April.

It has been two days since we started our isolation. We have until day 14 to get to. Currently I feel rough. I have headaches and a sore throat, a raging cough, stuffy sinus’s and a bit of a temp.

Im Unsure whether it’s the Big C or whether it is just a cold…but I do feel unwell. My husband and boys have tried to keep a safe distance away from me but they are both living under the same roof, and inevitably they may catch what I have.

2 days in and I am bored! I would usually love a chill day where I could just be with my family but when the option to leave the house is taken away, then ones surroundings can feel rather small. We have had the boys do school work everyday, as we are conscious of how much school they could potentially miss. And we have played board games, read together, watched movies.

I do wonder how we will fill the days between now and Day 14! Who knows what is in store for the country or for my family. I am aware that our supplies are running low and it feels so strange knowing that I can’t freely go out and buy more things…. this is Day 2 and I am ready to break the rules and run out to the shop! I won’t… of course! My boredom is nothing compared to what some may be feeling and I know how dangerous it could be to others if I did venture out… but still, I am rather relishing the thought of finally being let free! 😀

The Big ‘C’

There was once a time when the term, The Big ‘C’ would be reserved for Cancer, but we are within a time when there is only one ‘C’ on everyone’s lips right now.

In the days since the dreaded Coronavirus has reared its ugly head, the nation and the World has shown un-stoic panic when it comes to the risk of catching the virus. We have empty toilet roll aisles, and mothers begging around for nappies for their babies as the panic becomes more contagious than the illness itself.

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I can fully appreciate how tremendously stressful this time is for some people, and how much some could be affected if they caught it, but I have been both shocked and ashamed at the levels some people are stooping to.

Here in the UK, we have been witness to fights breaking out over the last ‘arse-wiping’ paper, and looked on in anger as some shoppers have piled their trolleys high with limited stocks; items which wouldn’t be deemed ‘limited’ if people were to only take what they need, and not selfishly look out for themselves. Some stores are now putting limits on how many of one item you can buy, with Aldi going to the other extreme and only allowing 1 tin of beans per household.

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https://thelincolnite.co.uk/2020/03/supermarkets-rationing-as-lincolnshire-stockpiles-for-coronavirus

 

 

Where and when will this madness end? As the government reassesses the situation everyday and more cases are confirmed closer and closer to us all, we all sit with only one thing on our minds. To some, the panic is unwarranted, and certainly not something I understand, but the news has been full of the prospect of catching the virus. And the fear is not completely unfounded, as Coronavirus has killed 14 people so far in the UK, with 1,372 people being tested and diagnosed.

As people rush out to stock up, with the possibility of having to self-isolate, we are left with shortages of items that our stores and store-staff cannot manage. But what about those most vulnerable? Those that can’t leave their homes, but rely on home shopping? Those that only get out once a week? or those that rely heavily on items that are not now readily available to them?

More should be being done to ensure everyone is as less affected as possible. Panic is always going to be triggered in epidemics like this, but we owe it to ourselves and to those around us to support those who need stocks more than we do. I read online yesterday about women who couldn’t buy formula’s for their babies; this alone is a sad prospect. Young such as this shouldn’t have the risk of not being able to get much needed food supply because someone has taken way more than they needed. Toilet rolls, wipes, etc….we can get around not having those luxuries. Our ancestors survived before us, so I am sure we can too….but food for babies should not be an item that isn’t readily available. Stores will now likely have more in place to help with the growing need that is humming throughout our communities. Limits should have been put in place before it got to this extreme.

We as a nation should be rallying together to help one another out. I know this isn’t as easy task, when there are so many people simply out for themselves, but surely we should all be looking out for those around us. If we look in on elderly neighbours, or people who would be considered ‘high risk’ if they caught this virus, then surely we can help alleviate some of the stress and fear that some people may be feeling. Take some shopping to the lady down the road who lives alone, help to make sure that people in your community and surrounding areas are safe and well prepared.

We could all help one another out by only taking what we need when we need it. This would ensure that there are items available for everyone. There has been stories of people buying more than needed, to only then try to sell them on for almost triple what they brought them for.

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Government to start daily briefings amidst the current Coronavirus epidemic – https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-51901818

We could be on this journey for a while yet with some officials saying that we could be sailing through for another 12 months. Let’s travel along that path together, with dignity and compassion.

And to all those people that are bulk buying….Let’s not forget that someone out there is worse off than you are and someone heavily needs the items that you have stockpiled for yourself.

We should all be pulling together to get through this, not thinking solely of ourselves. We are all going through battles away from this current situation and the added stress that ‘bulk-buyers’ cause is not helping.

Let’s hope that the days head for us all are kind. Stay Safe everyone!

Here’s a picture I just found on a Walsall Page via Facebook. A local shop in Walsall is selling hand gels for £20.00! Times like this really do show some of the crummier people we are surrounded by. People who are only our for themselves. Absolutely outrageous that they feel that is okay to do!

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https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=558308814892005&set=gm.10158278156083573&type=3&theater&ifg=1

Again, stay safe all.

S x

 

 

 

Fanfiction: Surviving Hell (Walking Dead Fic)

Not for everyone, but here is a fanfiction piece that I have been working on. The piece is rather long, so I will put a piece here, and link to the rest further down.

Surviving Hell

Jennifer is eager to find her family, she is trapped in Atlanta and has so many regrets about how she left things with them before the outbreak. Her journey takes her on a discovery about herself; she meets people along the way who shape her story, some good and some bad.
This is not sticking to the original story arc exactly and I have twisted the plot for dramatic effect.

I crawl on my hands and knees, my face close to the hot ground as I try to remain hidden from view. The shuffling of feet around me has my stomach churning in knots. I can’t take a full breath as I am petrified of them hearing me. My ears are pricked, and I pull myself forwards, remaining as low as I can go. Crawling towards my destination, I sneak a peak up at the mass of dead, wandering bodies that are around me. The turn of my head has me sniffing involuntary at my scent and my throat gags at the putrid, rotting smell. To enable myself to go undetected, I have spread the insides of one of those undead creatures all over me. The act itself had had me spewing my guts up, but I knew that this was the only way that I was going to make my way through the city.

The upturned car ahead that I am heading for gets closer as I drag myself further forward. As I reach it, I pull myself up onto my knees and shuffle quickly behind it, before letting myself sit down briefly, resting my head against the cold hard metal casing of the vehicle. My breath is still caught, and I try to slow down my racing heart. The shuffling continues around me as the walkers aimlessly wander around. I peek out around the corner of my barricade and see that there are possibly more than twenty undead within touching distance of where I sit. My eyes take in my surroundings; the high buildings, the devastation that has been left behind following the outbreak, the empty abandoned vehicles, the littered streets; I am trapped here in Atlanta, trying desperately to escape, trying desperately to survive. I laugh briefly, remembering how much I wanted to come here. I had disobeyed my parents and I had set out to make my own life here. I had hoped that I could make it as a singer, get recognised, become famous. But in all honesty, the six months that I was here prior to the outbreak were the loneliest. I had alienated myself from my family, gone behind their backs and set out to prove them all wrong. And in fact, I had proved how immature I had been. I close my eyes as I try to control the tears that threaten to come. I let my family down so badly. I was selfish and thought that they were stopping me from being who I wanted to be. My Fathers final words still ring in my ears, ‘If you leave this house, you will always be on your own. If you leave now, don’t you ever come back.’ He had wanted me to continue with my medical school degree, but I had other ideas. I had only done one year, but I knew that it wasn’t what I wanted.

Tears spill from my eyes and down my cheeks, I wish I could take it all back. The past few months since the outbreak have been so difficult and I am amazed that I am still standing. In the beginning when the outbreak started, I managed to get through the crazed crowds and found refuge in the local hospital. As people ran to escape the city, I chose to stay walled in with enough medical supplies and food to survive. I had hoped that the epidemic would be over in no time and figured it was safer to stay where I was, hopeful that I would be found by the authorities who would come in to save the day. Of course, I had had to fight the undead as they rose from their hospital beds.
Fighting off creatures that want to chew your flesh was a new experience, but I learnt quickly how to kill them. Bit by bit, I eliminated the walkers from the ward I stayed on. There were only two living people in that hospital, me and a guy who was in a coma whose name was Rick.

I hunted through the hospital for food and drink and stored up as much as I could. When I had got enough for a few months’ rations, I blocked up all other doors around the ward that Rick was on. I hoped that in time someone would come and save us. I knew from my short time at medical school how to change catheters and drips, so I continued to look after Rick. I talked to him as though he was talking back and for a while, I really believed that we would be saved. Months went by and I was putting the last drip into Rick’s arm when I realised how fucked I was. I knew that nobody was coming, I had run out of food and I knew that at some point I would have to venture out into the scary new world that had been cruelly created. I wrestled with my conscious for so long, knowing that by leaving I was condemning Rick to death, but I knew I had no choice but to put me first.

A noise behind me snaps me out of my light doze and I listen as walkers slam into the other side of the car. I peek again around at them and see that they are trying to get past the barricade. They don’t appear to be looking in my direction, but something has got them hyped up. I slink down onto my back, roll over onto my front and look around for my next spot to head to. I shuffle forward as I spot a car about fifty feet ahead of me that has its passenger door open. Keeping my head low, but my ears open I shuffle quickly across the ground. With each move forward, I expect to have a walker on my back, but none seem to notice me as I move. Closer I get to the opened vehicle and I smile as my hand reaches the seat inside the door. I pull myself up, quickly surveying the area around me and sit inside the car before pulling the door closed quietly behind me. I breathe deeply, letting out all the air that I have been holding onto for the past ten minutes.

It has been a few days since I left the hospital, a few days of me fighting to survive. I have camped under abandoned caravans, caught snippets of sleep inside garbage bins and I have eaten whatever I could get my hands on, which hasn’t been much of anything, really. My body aches, my eyes are tired, and I feel the pull of sleep as for a moment I feel safe. I look around the interior of the vehicle I am in, pulling an old blanket around me for warmth and comfort. I open the glove compartment and almost cry in happiness as my hands reach in and pull out a full packet of chocolate raisins. I open the packaging greedily and shake the contents into my mouth, relishing the sweet, chocolatey taste. My mouth waters at the surprise taste sensation and I look deeper into the car to see if there is anything else to consume. I spy a half empty bottle of soda in the driver doorway and empty that in one quick swig. Feeling temporarily satisfied I allow myself to relax for a moment, my mind wandering back to Rick. I feel the pull of guilt as I think about how I left him behind. Until the very last minute, I had watched him intently, hoping that there would be sign that he was waking up. But despite the taps I made to his face, and even though I had shamelessly tipped water over him hoping to jolt him out of his coma, he had remained sleeping. As strange as it sounds, Rick had stopped the loneliness that I had been feeling before the outbreak. Looking after him and caring for him had given me a purpose. And I had realised with agonising clarity that my Father had been right all along about the path I should have taken. I should have been a doctor like him. My eyes are tearing up as I think of my Father, the only man in my life who has ever kept me safe. I allow myself to cry, hot tears stream down my cheeks and I feel sadness at how disappointed I had made my Dad. I hope with everything that I have that he and my family are okay.

…I wake abruptly from my sleep to a tapping noise. My mind is awash with flashes of the dream I was just having; My Father smiling at me, my sisters welcoming me home…. all changing to their disappointed faces and My Mothers tears as I get further and further away from her. Another tapping noise has me blinking back to reality and I freeze to the spot, wandering where that sound is coming from.

‘Hello!’

I turn my head quickly towards the voice and my body jumps in shock as I see a face looking in from the outside on the driver’s side. The face belongs to a young man who is wearing a baseball cap. My mind is reeling, I can’t breathe. This is the first person I have seen for months and I am unsure whether it is someone who I can trust.

‘Let me in, please?’

I stare at him unmoving; I hear the words, but I can’t figure out whether I should do as he asks or bolt through the passenger door. My eyes roam around the area and I see the mass of walkers have dispersed and now only a few stragglers remain. My eyes come back around and meet the eyes of the guy standing outside the car. Everything in me wants to trust him, I have spent way too much time on my own and I want to not do this on my own anymore, but another part of me is frightened of what might happen if he turns out to be ‘untrustworthy’.

As though he is hearing my thoughts, he takes his cap off showing off an unruly crop of short dark hair. His eyes meet mine and then he smiles. In that moment, I know I can trust him. There is something in his face that tells me that he is a good guy. I reach over and unlock the drivers side door and watch as he places his hat back on his head, before climbing in next to me.

‘Thankyou, it’s kind of crazy out there, eh?’

His nose must pick up the scent of my walkers’ guts and insides dipped clothing, because he rankles a little; his hand going up instinctively to his mouth and nose.

I smile nervously back at him and nod, not really trusting myself to speak. I have spent so long on my own, I am suddenly feeling pretty emotional at seeing another person and I feel like I could lose my shit very easily. I don’t think he would appreciate me being a blubbering mess.

‘Are you okay?’ His hand remains over his mouth and nose, he doesn’t trust himself to take another sniff.

I realise I must speak at some point, unless I want him to think that I am a mute.

‘Yeah, I am fine…I’m sorry, it’s been so long since I saw anyone else around here. Anyone not dead, anyway.’

‘I’m Glenn…I was on a supply run and I saw you sleeping here in the car. I thought you were another undead dude at first, but as I got closer, I realised you were very much alive.’

I stare at him, still feeling shocked that another living, breathing, human is sitting talking to me.

‘I climbed in for a few moments, I have been crawling along this road for hours and I needed a break…I wasn’t intending to fall asleep. I am so tired, I haven’t slept properly in days. The lack of food, the heat; its all worn me down.’

Glenn’s eyes wander over my blood covered clothing and I see his brow furrowing in confusion.

‘You’re wondering why I look like this, aren’t you?’

Glenn looks up at me and nods. Now, it is his turn to look nervous.

‘I find I can pass through the walkers undeterred if I mask my scent. If I smell like them, they don’t bother me, if I pass though carefully. It wasn’t easy doing this, I had to cut open a walker and rub the insides all over me….it was so disgusting, but so far it seems to have worked.’

Glenn laughs and nods approvingly.

‘Well, if it works then fair dos…. but my god, do you honk!’

Now it is my turn to laugh and as I do, I feel some of the tension crumble away.

A beeping sound from with the car makes me jump again, and I watch as Glenn pulls a walkie talkie from his belt pocket.

‘Hello.’

His face remains impassive as he waits for a response and I stare on in amazement; there are more people out there.

‘Boy, are you deliberately pissing about?’

The voice that comes out is gruff and angry and I wonder at the other people who wait for Glenn to return.

Glenn rolls his eyes, looking at me briefly.

‘No Merle, I am picking up supplies, like we agreed. I will be back soon.’
The car remains silent as Glenn waits for a response. This is broken by a crackle from the walkie talkie.

‘Just hurry the fuck up, before we all starve to death up here. Come on boy, deliver the food…that’s what you are good for isn’t it?’

The owner of the voice laughs a deep, cruel laugh.

‘I will be back soon’.

Glenn ends the call and returns the walkie to his belt. His eyes search the area and I can see him weighing up his options. Do they include me?

‘I want to take you back with me, not all of the group are arseholes like Merle. I am not sure how he will react to me bringing you back with me, but I don’t want to leave you here on your own. We are hoping to head out of the city in time; first we need to gather supplies.’

I look across at Glenn and see the worry etched on his face.

‘How did you get together with these people?’

Looking back at me, he smiles widely.

‘Just lucky, I guess!’

Glenn laughs again, tugging at his cap.

‘I was separated from my family; this whole shitty outbreak has taken so much from me and for a while I was like you, I rattled around this city hoping to find other people. I met up with T-Dog first, then Merle, unfortunately, before we met up with the others. Merle likes to think he is the leader of us all, but he is an arsehole.’

‘He sounds it…I am not afraid if guys like him.’

I sound more confident than I feel.

Glenn looks around him again, surveying the area.

‘If you are up for it, then you could come with me. I need to head over and get more supplies but then we could go back to everyone else. Are you up for that?’

I look at his friendly face and find myself smiling deeply at him. There is not one part of me that doubts the sincerity of this guy.

‘You mean instead of sitting here in this hot car with no food, whilst I smell of dead flesh? Yeah, I think I could be up for that.’

We both laugh briefly, I feel like I want to embrace him. That is how grateful I am that he has found me.

Glenn opens his door and gives me a side glance.

‘Are you ready?’

To read more….follow link below

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13225842/1/Surviving-Hell

 

Short Story – A Love Letter Too Late

A Love Letter Too Late

 

Dear Darling,

The leaves are gradually turning colour, as autumn saunters in, bringing with it red skies, cooler evenings and cosier nights. It was during this season that we met, all those years ago. Under the orange-tinted sky we held hands and promised ourselves forever.
Little did we know that events would break us apart. We weren’t to know that those shy kisses and whispered endearments would soon come to an end.

The year ahead was tough, we weathered the changes as much as we could, but with heartache and grief came resentment and anger, which we aimed at one another. Our hearts held on as long as they could, but we went our separate ways, thinking that it was for the best. Through mutual friends, I heard that you had moved on. Your arms were wrapped around another, someone else had captured your heart. I felt the twisted tug of jealousy, raw and cruel, but I refused to let you know how it bothered me so.

With time, I moved on too. I found a person who made me laugh like you used to, and I saw a future with wedding bells, children and a life of growing old together. I grabbed the love they gave me with both hands, and I refused to let go. There was a small part of my heart which was yours, forever, but I refused to dwell on a past that we had stepped away from.

The years were kind, I welcomed three children and lived a happy life with my family. There were times when I thought of you, and of the life that we could have lived. My family were mine and I loved them, but the love I felt for you was ingrained. I had left a part of me with you when we broke up, and that part never recovered. As technology improved, I learnt to access your details though social media. I looked at the smiling face on your profile picture that first time, a face that I hadn’t seen for many years and I cried. The tears were hot, salty and angry. Why had we not worked? Why had we moved forward without one another? What happened to the promises we made to one another? I felt guilt and thought of the one I had chosen, a person who was kind and gentle, someone who loved me unconditionally. And yet, could I really say that I truly loved him? Sure, I respected him, and I cared for him, but I only ever loved one person; You.
My children grew and they left home, leaving me alone in a loveless marriage. I still sought you out on the internet and watched unknowing as you shared pictures of your family. I felt the familiar pangs of jealousy and I wished I could back. I wished I could hold on tighter to you when life got hard. We gave up too easily, we didn’t fight hard enough.

I am now two months widowed, and rather than feeling sad, I feel relief. I was loved by someone who put me first, time and time again, yet I lied throughout our marriage. I painted a look of love and I played the part well, always saying and doing the right things, but my heart was always elsewhere. My heart was left behind with you when I was 19. I have lived a fake existence, I went through the motions and I loved my family, playing the parts of parent and lover exceptionally well. If my performance was judged, I would win an award for how well I acted. Its not that I don’t love my children, but they, like my partner, have never been enough.
I know that when we ended things, we did it because we thought we had no other choice, but I am now heading towards the end of my life and I am failing to see why we couldn’t find a way to be together.

It was mere days following the funeral of my spouse that I decided to reach out to you, I wasn’t about to waste anymore time. I had heard that you were single and had been for some time, so I messaged you and I waited for minutes, hours, days, but there was no response. My heart ached, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. 72 years old and the mention of your name still has my stomach in knots. I never thought that we would run out of time, I always thought, or maybe hoped that we would still have more of our story to tell. And then I ran into an old mutual friend, and we sat and had coffee, discussing the old days. I saw the look on her face when I mentioned trying to get back in touch with you, the look that told me all I needed to know. My heart lunged and I felt sick. We had no more time; the clock had stopped ticking for us. The hope I had lived with, deep down inside, died at that moment. I hadn’t realised I had been holding onto hope of seeing you again all this time, and the ache I felt as that hope stripped away was unbearable.
I now sit here, writing a letter which I will never post. A letter that will never be read. A letter that you will never see, and I grieve for you, the only person I have ever truly loved.

We wasted so much time, a life that we could have lived together. I will burn this letter outside in the hope that the ashes will find their way to you, so that you can feel every word that is written. I send with them the last shred of hope I have. The hope that when I take my last breath, I will see you waiting for me, arms open and heart ready to live in eternity, loving one another, and making up for lost time.

Please wait for me, I won’t be long.

All of my love always,
Cassandra

#Blogtour – From Thailand With Love by Camilla Isley

Blogtour – Sunday 1st March

From Thailand With Love
Morning all… How are you all doing on this fine, cold, blustery day?

I have another fantastic book to introduce you to. A story that had me captivated from the start, and which I greedily read from page to page. I am so glad that I got to know Camilla Isley, as her writing was brilliant. Her style had a really great flow to it, making reading very pleasurable.

First, as always, I must say a BIG THANKYOU to the blog host and author for allowing me to read this charming book.

Let me introduce you to, From Thailand with Love.

From Thailand Cover

About the Book

From Thailand with Love

All Logan has to do is to get the gold and get the girl. Easy, right?

Travel photographer Winter Knowles and archeology professor Logan Spencer dislike each other at first sight. Stuck together on a wild island, these two unwilling teammates will bicker and banter their way through a laugh-packed treasure hunt.
After years of searching, a new mapping technology has given Logan a clue to the location of the legendary Lost City of Gold. A discovery that could make his career. So the last thing he needs on this life-changing expedition is for his team to get distracted by a pair of long legs.

When Winter accepted the assignment on a tropical island she didn’t sign up for a brooding team leader who’d clearly prefer to run a boys-only club. Never one to back down from a challenge, Winter is ready to show him she’s no damsel in distress.
But when a treasure like no other is uncovered and ruthless enemies will want to keep it for themselves, it’ll be up to the two of them to save the day. Left alone to fight in the jungle, they will soon discover their lives might not be the only thing at stake—their hearts could be too.

Get ready for the adventure of a lifetime.

A fun read packed with danger, action, romance, and comedy.

From Thailand with Love is part of a series of interconnected romantic comedies but can be read as a standalone novel as all the other books in the First Comes Love series.

Purchase Links:-

Amazon http://smarturl.it/FTWL
Apple Books https://books.apple.com/us/book/from-thailand-with-love/id1479292065

B&N https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/from-thailand-with-love-camilla-isley/1133420733?ean=2940163330850
Kobo http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=9788887269383
Google Play https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=-NytDwAAQBAJ


About the Author

Camilla is an engineer turned writer after she quit her job to follow her husband on an adventure abroad.
She’s a cat lover, coffee addict, and shoe hoarder. Besides writing, she loves reading—duh!—cooking, watching bad TV, and going to the movies—popcorn, please. She’s a bit of a foodie, nothing too serious. A keen traveller, Camilla knows mosquitoes play a role in the ecosystem, and she doesn’t want to starve all those frog princes out there, but she could really live without them.

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My Review

Travel Photographer Winter Knowles feels hate-over-heels when she meets archaeology professor, Logan Spencer. The pair bump heads from the start, and what follows is a tantalising story which entwines them both, creating a unlikely partnership that feels JUST right. This is a standalone book in the First Comes Love series from author, Camilla.

One of the things that I love in a book is the writers ability to create real, believable characters. The banter between this pair was enjoyable to read. It allowed me as a reader to understand the characters. The closer these two got, the more my romantic heart beat. I read as they embarked on a wild adventure. whilst the sizzling chemistry oozed off of them. To say that I was satisfied when I turned the final page is an understatement, but I still came away wanting more!

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This was a romance novel with a kick. It was fiery! It was adventurous! It was full of suspense and it was everything I wanted it to be and more! One of the things I am gutted about the most is that I haven’t read more of the books in this series, but believe me, I am about the rectify that….right now!

I would 100% recommend this book to everyone! It was an action-packed love adventure set in beautiful location. Brilliant work by Camilla. I look forward to diving deep into more of her work, very soon.


Conclusion

I was completely misunderstood when I thought that this was a simple rom-com! It was so much more than that! I loved every second of this story and the characters within.

Rating – 4 out of 5!

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Thanks for stopping by all! I look forward to seeing you very soon!

S xx

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