Secrets at Maple Syrup Farm by Rebecca Raisin

His broad shoulders moved to the beat of the music, his biceps flexing in time. He stood all six foot something of him, on the top rung of a stepladder, wearing only tight denim jeans, holding a drill. My mouth hung open at the sight before me. With a shrug, I opened the front door, and stuck my head inside. There was no way he’d hear me with the volume up so high. With a quick rap on the door, I set my shoulders, pulled my coat tighter and waited. Clay? I couldn’t really see an old farmer type listening to such provocative music, but it took all kinds to make a world, as my mom was keen on saying. Whoever was inside the small cottage was belting out lyrics to “Pony” by Ginuwine like he was the only person in the world. I covered my ears against the noise as I dodged holes and hoped to God I made it inside without tumbling into trouble in my boots. As I neared the cottage music blared from inside.

I pushed the creaky gate open and walked purposefully, convincingly, like I’d been on a million farms before and knew what to do. Even down the graveled driveway the grass had crept over like it was intent on taking over, burying the vestiges of ground. Long snow-dotted grass swayed like green ribbons and grew into everything, wild and free. The decaying façade of the place was somehow compelling rather than confronting.īehind the gate, the property spanned for miles. Odd sticks of wood protruded like arms in supplication. Mountains of junk had been abandoned across the land for so long that grass had grown over them. Cottage windows were smashed, leaving only dirty shards of glass clinging to their perches. Gnarly old vines twisted around porch posts as though they were slowly strangling them. In the distance you could make out the cottage.

The front gate hung off its latch, creaking in the wind, pitching backward and forward like an invitation to enter.

The Maple Syrup Farm was, at best, a ramshackle mess. To whet your taste buds for this wonderful story, here is a brief extract: Secrets at Maple Syrup Farm is Rebecca’s latest release and it’s out today! Returning to the wonderful setting of the magical town of Ashford, Connecticut, it promises to be a heart-warming, romantic and compelling read. Today I’m delighted to welcome to the blog, Rebecca Raisin, best-selling author of the The Gingerbread Cafe series of books.

Secrets at Maple Syrup Farm by Rebecca Raisin