Genealogy is the fastest growing hobby in the United Kingdom and North America. So I find it surprising that there aren’t more novels with a family history theme to appeal to this vast and ever-expanding market. Is it because people have a preconceived idea in their heads that all genealogists are nerds and geeks and only want to interact with dead people? I hope not because in the many libraries and archives I have undertaken research in, I have seen genealogists, both amateur and professional, of all ages and from all walks of life. So the clichéd image of the nerdy genealogist is something I want to try and do away with.
I have always enjoyed reading thrillers and mysteries, but I didn’t want to write a predictable police procedural. A novel featuring a genealogist, or someone who teaches family history evening classes in Jane Hollinger’s case, is a great way of offering a new perspective on romantic fiction as it combines mystery with history. It also gave me the chance to write about what I know.
Just as in police detective work, researching family histories involves interviews, collecting evidence, following clues, piecing together puzzles and finding missing links. To keep this vital part of the story accurate, I drew on my experience researching my own varied family history. Only You will appeal to romantics, genealogists and mystery fans, combining the obsessions of this compelling hobby with a dark, outwardly impenetrable mystery in a unique way.
Jane Hollinger is divorced and the wrong side of thirty – as she puts it. Her friends are pressuring her to dive back into London’s dating pool, but she’s content with her quiet life teaching family history evening classes.
Robert Armstrong is every woman’s fantasy: handsome, charming, rich and famous. When he asks her to meet him, she convinces herself it’s because he needs her help with a mystery in his family tree. Soon she realises he’s interested in more than her genealogical expertise. Now the paparazzi want a piece of Jane too.
Can Jane handle living — and loving — in the spotlight?
Read An Excerpt From Chapter Three…
The telephone rang as she returned to the living room. These days, only her parents and cold callers rang the landline. The number displayed was unfamiliar and she closed her eyes for a moment before picking up the handset, hoping it wasn’t yet another double-glazing salesperson.
“Jane Hollinger?” a male voice asked.
“This is Robert Armstrong. I hope you don’t mind me calling you, I found the number for your genealogy research service in an old Yellow Pages.”
Mind? Her heart began to thump. “Er, no, not at all.”
“It’s just that I actually did start on my family tree and I’ve come across something a bit weird.”
“Weird?” she repeated.
“Yeah, I found the birth, marriage and death indexes on the net and it looks as though I have a twin brother I know nothing about.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” he said firmly. “There was a name below mine on the list of births – a Michael David Armstrong. My full name is Robert David Armstrong, so I thought it was a bit strange and I ordered the birth certificate.”
“You’ve known nothing about a twin brother at all?”
“Nothing,” he confirmed. “No-one’s ever said I was a twin. It says nothing about me being a twin on my own birth certificate.”
“Did you check the death indexes? Maybe he died soon after he was born?”
“No, I haven’t had time yet. What do you think? Weird, eh?”
“It is strange,” she admitted. “I think you should have a chat with your parents.”
There was a long silence and she squirmed as she curled up on the sofa.
“My parents and I don’t see eye-to-eye, actually. They didn’t want me to become an actor. We haven’t spoken in years.”
Blimey, how did he manage to keep that out of the press? “Oh, I see. Well, what about grandparents? Aunts? Uncles?”
“I was close to my maternal grandparents, but they’re both dead now.” She heard a wry chuckle. “I’m not making this very easy for you, am I?”
He could say that again. “The first thing you should do is to try and see whether Michael David Armstrong is still alive.”
“Yes. But if he is, he could be anywhere.”
“I know. I’m more used to tracing dead people,” she said with a laugh.
“You think I should make contact and speak to my parents?”
“That’s not for me to say.”
“Do you get on with your parents?” he asked.
“Yes, very well. Do you have any other brothers or sisters?”
“No, I don’t, that’s why this is so weird. I had no idea I have a twin brother.”
“Search forward in the General Register Office death indexes when you have time.”
“Yes, I will. Look, thanks, Jane.”
“Mitch Barnes is well and truly dead now, by the way,” he continued.
“I won’t say I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I thought not. Can I buy you a drink sometime as a thank you?”
“There’s really no need,” she heard herself tell him and pulled an agonised face. “You bought me the lovely bouquet of flowers.”
“I heard Diana tell Dave they were probably stolen,” he said and guffawed. “Mitch Barnes was a bastard and probably would have stolen them. From a cemetery, I’d say.”
“Why play someone like that?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“To see if I could. And to make sure I’m not typecast. I’d hate to be offered the same type of roles all the time.”
“So the sex-mad genealogist is next?”
“Yes. In a couple of weeks. Which might give me enough time to try and solve the mystery of the missing twin.”
“Look, Robert, about that drink…”
“I’ve got you curious now, haven’t I?” he teased. “I can gather my research together and meet you in The Crown sometime?”
“Yes.” It came out as a squeak and she quickly covered the mouthpiece and cleared her throat. “When would suit you?”
“Tomorrow’s fine. Eight o’clock?”
“Eight o’clock it is. I’ll see you then, Jane.”
She ended the call and put the handset down on the coffee table. She had almost talked herself out of a drink with Robert Armstrong.
“You stupid, stupid idiot,” she scolded herself.
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