🌳🌺🌷 BLOG TOUR 🌷🌺🌳




Welcome to my stop on this exciting blog tour! Follow the tour with the hashtag above! Firstly I would like to thank Netgalley and the publisher for my advance review copy.

Im going to start with an extract from the book, these are the first page or so… I think it sets the tone of the book perfectly!




PUBLICATION DATE: April, 3rd 2017.


I know I’ve cocked up again when Patty abruptly abandons the milk she’s frothing, and puts her arm around me.
I swivel my eyes at her in alarm.
My boss showers her dogs with love. But I’ve worked with her long enough – fourteen years to be precise, from being a Saturday girl at sixteen – to know that she’s fairly reserved when it comes to showing affection for actual people.
‘Oh, God.’ I bite my lip and throw a glance at the queue of lunch-time customers. ‘What did I do this time?’
Patty’s mouth quirks up at the corner. ‘You’ve just given poor Betty spicy tomato pickle with her fruit scone.’
I glance over in horror.
Betty, one of our elderly regulars, is removing her coat and settling herself at a corner table, clearly relishing the prospect of taking the weight off her bunions and tucking into a delicious home-baked scone with strawberry jam and cream.
She’s in for a nasty surprise.
Patty grabs me before I have a chance to charge over, and the empathy in her eyes almost floors me.
Ever since Ivy died, I’ve been walking around in a sort of stunned daze, doing things on autopilot. Which is why, I suppose, I gave Betty spicy tomato pickle instead of strawberry jam. And burned my hand on the coffee machine last week. As well as carefully spreading a mountain of rolls with gloopy baking fat before Patty noticed and stopped me. ‘Not sure our customers would appreciate the irony of having lard with their healthy salad sandwiches,’ she remarked dryly.
In all that time, I haven’t broken down in public even once, but all of a sudden, I’m perilously close to losing it in front of the entire café.
I dig my nails into my palms, which is meant to distract you from the emotion that’s threatening to knock you flat. It seems to work. And it’s also slightly less weird than crossing your eyes or rolling them around, other suggestions I found online.
I solve most of my practical problems online. Ivy was hopeless at DIY so I grew up tackling all the odd jobs around the house to save us money. I even fixed a leaky tap once with one of those step-by-step Wiki guides. As a result, I tend not to be daunted by tasks that other people would run a mile from.
My independent streak seems to baffle men. When they discover my parents died when I was four, they first of all think I must want to talk about it (which I absolutely don’t) and then they try to look after me and protect me from the big bad world. I should probably feel grateful. But instead, it makes me feel suffocated. That’s probably why my romantic history is peppered with fledg­ling relationships that I’ve ended because the guy wouldn’t give me the space I craved.
My latest doomed romance ended last summer after Adam, who I actually really liked and thought I might even be in love with, started hinting – after only three months – that we should move in together. He obviously took it as an affront when I said it was a little too early to think about that – because two weeks later, he left me for a glamour model he’d met at his local gym. I told myself I was fortunate to have found out about his shallowness so early on, and I tried not to mind when they got engaged a month after they met. Perhaps I was meant to be alone.
Ivy once told me I never gave romance a chance and she asked me if I thought I was running away from commitment. It would be natural, she said, after losing my parents so young, to fear the people I love might be snatched away from me.
Privately, I thought this was simply daft psychobabble. The guys concerned were just not for me, that was all.
‘Go and sort Betty out,’ Patty says. ‘And then go away and sort everything else out, okay?’
‘But . . .’ I glance at the queue of people, all staring at us expectantly.
She shakes her head, gently holding my wrists. ‘No buts, Holly. You were back at work the day after the funeral. Much too soon. And yes, I know the last thing you want to do is make the long journey back down to the Cotswolds and go through Ivy’s things . . .’
I swallow. ‘And get Moonbeam Cottage ready to sell.’
Just saying it makes my insides quiver. Moonbeam Cottage, in the heart of the Cotswolds, was such a huge part of Ivy’s life.
‘It has to be done.’ Patty’s tone is gentle but firm. ‘And the sooner the better, don’t you think?’ She pauses. ‘What would Ivy be saying to you now?’
I smile, tears filming my eyes. I can hear her in my head, speaking with that lovely West Country burr: ‘Don’t you stress yourself, my lover. Everything will be fine. Sooner you get down there, the sooner you’ll be back home again.’


When Holly breaks up with her boyfriend Dean, she’s at a loss as to what to do next. But things go from bad to worse when her beloved grandmother Ivy dies – and Holly is left in charge of sorting out Ivy’s house and garden. As she sorts through her grandmother’s belongings and makes her way through the wilderness outside, Holly soon finds that there is more to Ivy than meets the eye, and uncovers a surprising family secret that changes everything…


I absolutely Blooming 🌺 ( sorry, I couldn’t resist 🙈), LOVED this…

A gorgeous book to curl up with, easy to read and a really lovely, heartwarming storyline, this has to be one of favourites I have read within this genre for a long time. I’m not a gardener, but then neither is our central character, Holly but I really enjoyed the descriptions of the flowers and the way that she got stuck in, driven by wanting to put right the destruction to her late grandmas beloved garden. ( Also the garden related names didn’t go unnoticed … lovely touch).

As Spring is arriving and the lush green buds and flowers are starting to emerge, it seemed a very appropriate time to read this, but even in the depths of winter the authors beautifully descriptive writing paints the images of the garden, the greenery and all the flowers vividly enough to transport you into another more colorful season!


The opening scene got me into the story straight away, I can always tell very quickly , within a page or two if I’m going to like the writing style of the author and if I feel it’s a story that is going to engage me, and I knew this one would. I loved the opening pages, a smattering of sadness and humour mixed together, the author got me emotionally invested in the story – FAST and I just knew that Holly was going to be a very likeable character who is down to earth and doesn’t take herself too seriously.

The story is well written and moves along at the perfect pace, its a fairly gentle pace, so a great book to relax with at the end of the day, but it never failed to keep me engaged and wanting to find out more.

I loved Moonbeam cottage and all the characters Holly meets and befriends in Appleton. They are all so likeable that by the end you feel they have become friends, I really was genuinely sad to finish this book. However the mystery of what secrets Ivy’s diary would reveal kept me riveted until the end!

Who is the mysterious Bee? And why did Ivy choose to keep these secrets?

A cosy, enjoyable read chock-a block with Great, quirky, colourful and engaging  characters, a mystery diary that reveals the secrets of Ivy Garden , a beautiful setting in the Cotswolds ( The picturesque village of Appleton), several potential love interests- this fun, light hearted read gets a five star recommendation from me! Perfect for fans of well written women’s fiction…

I will certainly be looking out for anymore titles by this talented author.



Courtesy of Amazon.

Catherine Ferguson burst onto the writing scene at the age of nine, anonymously penning a weekly magazine for her five-year-old brother (mysteriously titled the ‘Willy’ comic) and fooling him completely by posting it through the letterbox every Thursday.

Catherine’s continuing love of writing saw her study English at Dundee University and spend her twenties writing for various teenage magazines, including Jackie and Blue Jeans, and meeting pop stars. Then she got serious and worked as a sub-editor at the Dundee Courier before moving to Surrey and setting up an organic veg box delivery business.

Her first novel, HUMBUGS AND HEARTSTRINGS, is very loosely based on Dickens’ A CHRISTMAS CAROL and was the launch title for Avon’s brand new imprint, Maze. Her latest, THE SECRETS OF IVY GARDEN, will be published in April 2017.

Catherine lives with her family in Northumberland.