Kitty Neale 3 Book Bundle
Three poignant, gritty novels from best-selling saga author Kitty Neale. Perfect for fans of Call The Midwife and The Village.In A Broken Family when Celia’s son Thomas starts seeing Amy, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks, she becomes determined to split them up. She needs an ally so she enlists her elder son Jeremy who wants everything that Thomas has. As his obsession becomes deadly Amy must fight to protect her marriage and the life of her child.Pearl, the heroine of Nobody’s Girl, will do anything to survive. She’s escaped from her cruel orphanage and is determined to start living in the real world. But when she gets tangled up in the murky south London underworld she meets the dangerous Kevin and her life is thrown into jeopardy. Can anyone protect Pearl from Kevin and her own heart?A Father’s Revenge is the story of a mother fighting to protect all she holds dear. When Pearl’s husband Kevin is released from prison, Pearl knows how dangerous he is and is determined to protect her son from who is father really is. But Kevin won’t stop until he gets what he wants and soon Pearl and her son are in deadly danger …
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Kitty Neale
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KITTY NEALE
A Broken Family
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In loving memory of George Frank Warren 1925-2012.
A family man, a kind caring man – and a true gentleman who is sorely missed by all those who love him.
My thanks as always to my family and friends for their continued support. I would also like to thank some of the kind and helpful people I meet along the way, for instance Advantage, an online company who supply printer cartridges and who went out of their way to come to my rescue when I had problems with my printer.
Battersea, South London, 1956
Lark Rise was cloaked in fog on a cold Sunday in late February, and when someone rang the doorbell, Celia Frost huffed with impatience. Though Celia always ensured that she looked immaculate, she nevertheless patted her light brown, permed hair and then whipped off her apron. A quick glance showed her living room looked immaculate too, her plush, blue sofa and matching fireside chairs standing alongside a mahogany sideboard polished so highly that the surface reflected her cut glass rose-bowl.
When she opened the door, Celia wasn’t pleased to see Amy Miller and from her superior height of five foot six she looked down at Amy haughtily. ‘Yes, what do you want?’
‘Hello, Mrs Frost,’ Amy said. ‘I’ve just popped up to see how Tommy is.’
‘How many times have I to tell you that my son’s name is Thomas and I’d thank you not to shorten it.’
‘Sorry.’
‘Thomas had an unsettled night and he’s still in bed.’
‘Can I see him, if only for a minute?’ Amy appealed.
‘Certainly not! This is a respectable house and I do not allow young women into my son’s bedroom. Also, as I doubt Thomas will be fit to see anyone for several days yet there’s no point in calling again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m busy preparing our Sunday lunch,’ and with that clipped comment, Celia firmly closed the door.
‘Who was that?’ George Frost asked as he folded his Sunday newspaper.
‘Amy,’ she told her husband, who was six foot tall, his good looks in Celia’s opinion only marred by dark, unruly, bushy hair and eyebrows. She was forever telling him to get his hair cut, and when short it looked a lot tidier.
‘Why didn’t you invite Amy in?’ George asked.
‘I should think that’s obvious,’ Celia answered. ‘Thomas is in bed and in no fit state for visitors.’
‘Amy’s a pretty little thing and seeing her might have cheered the lad up a bit.’
‘She’s as common as muck and totally unsuitable for Thomas.’
‘Don’t talk rubbish, woman,’ George snapped. ‘Amy’s a nice girl and her parents are no different to us.’
‘Of course they are,’ Celia protested. ‘You have your own business whereas Amy’s father works in a factory. As for her mother, well, she’s just a cleaner.’
‘My own business, don’t make me laugh,’ George said derisively. ‘All I’ve got is a small unit and one van.’
‘If you’d accepted my help, you could have expanded, but nevertheless you still work for yourself. We also have a nicer house than the pokey one the Millers live in at the bottom of the hill. Ours is an end of terrace too.’
‘That doesn’t make us any better than them.’
‘Of course it does. We are members of the Conservative Club and enjoy a social standing far superior to that of the Millers. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got lunch to prepare,’ Celia snapped, in no mood to argue. She’d been up half the night with Thomas and was tired. Not only that, she didn’t care what George said, she wanted better than the likes of Amy Miller for her son.
From childhood Thomas had been sickly with a weak chest, prone to bronchitis and attacks of asthma. It was just as well Thomas worked for his father, a self-employed glazier, as with the amount of time Thomas had to have off she doubted he’d find any other employment.
Sighing, Celia placed the joint of lamb in the oven, her thoughts still on her son. Thomas had always been intelligent, yet hampered by frequent absences from school her dreams of him going on to further education and finding a white collar job had turned to ashes.
‘I’m off to the pub for a couple of pints,’ George said when Celia returned to the living room.
