13 February 2023

The Rescue by S L Rosewarne Blog Tour!


When terrier Moll’s owner dies, she is determined to protect his widow, Suki. As Suki navigates grief, dating and men with baggage of their own, Moll tries to push her beloved owner to moving on with someone Moll has chosen, with a good sense of humour, a generous heart, and a steady supply of biscuits.

But Suki has a frustrating habit of doing things the way she wants, instead of Moll’s way. Until she meets Ted, who Moll adores almost as much as Suki. Ted, though, has demons of his own, so is he really the right choice for Suki?

With Moll getting older, and Suki still struggling, can this devoted up fulfil her promise to look after her owner, before her time runs out?

A quirky tale of second chances, told through the eyes of woman’s best friend.




Suki and Ted meet for coffee for the first time

  Suki passed over her business card and Ted took it, put it carefully in his wallet. ‘I don’t know if you can help, but I need someone to help with the photographs for my books,.’ She spooned the froth off the top of her coffee. ‘I got Pip this camera for his birthday but it’s very high tech and I don’t know how to use it. Do you know anyone?’

‘I could help,’ he said. And I got a strong flare up of that happy scent.

‘Really? I thought you were a graphic designer.’

‘I am, but I also work as a freelance photographer.’ He paused. ‘You can check me out online.’

‘Really?’ she said again. ‘What’s your website?’

He told her and she quickly tapped on her phone. ‘You’re really good!’ she said.

He laughed. ‘No need to sound so surprised!’

I could sense her going red. ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’

‘I’m only joking,’ he said. ‘I’d be delighted to take some photographs for you.’ The happy scent was so strong I was amazed they couldn’t smell it.

She looked at me. I could smell hesitation. ‘Thing is,  how much do you charge? I don’t really have a budget,’ she said apologetically.

‘I’d do it as a friend,’ he said firmly. ‘Absolutely no payment.’

‘But you’re freelance. You need the money,’ she insisted.

‘Not for this job,’ he said firmly. ‘My day job pays the bills, so I like to help friends where I can. I insist.’ He picked up his croissant, broke it in half. A few lovely crumbs just floated down onto my outstretched tongue.

‘Well, thank you. I really appreciate it. But let me buy you coffee, or lunch or something.’

He shrugged. ‘When you can afford it. Not yet.’

Again she paused and I could almost hear her thinking. ‘So you work part time?’

‘Yes, I do the photography from home.’ When he said the word ‘home’ there was a funny smell. Stale and fearful.

I don’t think she smelt it, for she said, ‘I work part time from home too,’ as if that was the most extraordinary coincidence. ‘So you really think you might be able to help?’

He swallowed a mouthful of pastry. ‘Sure,’ he said. ‘What do you need?’

‘Well, the trouble is, it involves coming on the walks for my next book,’ she said, hesitation in every syllable. She picked up her croissant, bit into it. I hovered closer, snaffled up her lot of crumbs. Delicious. Rich and fatty and superb.

‘No problem,’ he said firmly. ‘As long as I have some notice. Weekends are probably best, but I can sometimes do the odd afternoon.’

‘That would be perfect,’ she said, and I could hear a smile bursting through her words. ‘How about this weekend? I need to do a walk near Looe.’

A cloud crossed his face. ‘Oh, sorry, this is the one weekend….’

‘Never mind,’ she said quickly.

‘But I could do next Tuesday after 11 if that’s any good?’

‘Yes,’ she said slowly. ‘I’m free after 12.’

‘Why don’t I pick you up? Silly taking two cars. All my equipment is in mine so it’s easier if I drive.’

‘Oh, OK. Thanks,’ she said, her voice brightening. ‘That would be great.’

They exchanged phone numbers, and as I sat at her feet and listened to them talk, I realised who this man reminded me of. He was very like Pip would have been, twenty years ago.

Pip? What do you think? If I strained my ears, I was sure I could hear a reassuring rumble of his laughter. But what did that mean?

A spark of hope rose up inside me. Could this man do sex and make Suki happy? Or was it too soon?

I live in Cornwall with my rescue dog Lainy (who features at the end of The Rescue) and is going on to have her own story in Lainy’s Tale, which I am writing now. I spend part of the week with my partner and his rescue dog, Twig, where we walk, cycle, swim and grow vegetables. When forced indoors he is addicted to shouting at politicians on the news, the perfect excuse for me to write.


When not writing or training Lainy, I sing with The Suitcase Singers, and also give talks to anyone who will pay to listen to me talking about my work. To my surprise, many have.


I am also a freelance journalist, researcher and author of five Cornish literary themed walking books - Discover Cornwall, Walks in the Footsteps of Cornish Writers, Walks in the Footsteps of Poldark Walks in the Footsteps of Daphne du Maurier and Walks in the Footsteps of Rosamunde Pilcher, all published by Sigma Press and online in our 'Books' section of the website.

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