♥Giveaway + Review♥ CONDITIONAL LOVE by Cathy Bramley

Conditional Love
by Cathy Bramley: Chick lit meets 
Grand Designs in this hilarious debut novel


Meet Sophie Stone, a thirty-something, serial procrastinator. Tesco knickers, Take
That, and tea with two sugars is about as exciting as it gets. But when her
boyfriend dumps her on Valentine’s Day and a mysterious benefactor leaves her
an inheritance, even Sophie has to accept that change is afoot.

There is a catch: a condition in the will that threatens the very foundations of Sophie’s world. What did the old lady want her to discover? Was there more to her
parents’ break up than she was led to believe?

With an evil boss, bickering flat mates, manipulative mother and sexy ex-boyfriend, Sophie has plenty to contend with without the brooding architect who puts his foot in it every time he opens his mouth.

She will have to face the past and learn some shocking home truths before she can finally get her own happy-ever-after.

Conditional Love is Cathy Bramley’s debut novel. A coming of age story with a healthy sprinkling of romance, it is a contemporary tale of friendship, family feuds and infatuation, in which our girl-next-door heroine embarks on a journey of self- discovery to build a future on her own terms.

growing up in Birmingham, Cathy went to Nottingham Trent University at the ripe
old age of eighteen and five days to study European Business. Upon graduating
she spent the next few years in the corporate world of marketing working on
high-powered projects such as testing the firing range of SuperSoaker
waterguns, adding hair extensions to Girls’ World styling heads and perfecting
the weeing action of Tiny Tears. After making it onto Timmy Mallet’s Christmas
card list, she realised it was time to move on and so in 1995 set up her own
agency, Apples & Pears Marketing.
fans of the TV series, Cathy and her husband realised their Grand Designs’
dream of building their own house in 2011. They now live in rural
Nottinghamshire with their two daughters and a cockerpoo called Pearl.
project provided the inspiration for Cathy’s debut novel Conditional Love, although it is by no means autobiographical,
apart from the unfortunate incident in the boardroom! She shares her time
between her marketing agency, writing and taxiing the girls endlessly from one
activity to the next.
Cathy is a fan of Masterchef, strong coffee, chocolate brazils and Marian Keyes
books. She is addicted to her Kindle and has an irrational fear of bananas.
In the centre of the desk, lay an open file. I shuffled forward to
the edge of my seat and managed to read my own name at the top of the page. I
inched closer still, squinting to read more.
you are?’
deep voice made me jump so much that I panicked, slid off the chair and down
onto one knee, thus greeting the tall, thin man with dark hair, glasses and a
bushy beard in some sort of weird marriage proposal stance.
scrambled up off the floor, mortified, and sat back down. ‘Nothing! Just
waiting for Mr Whelan.’
lips twitched and he gave his beard a scratch.
Thomas Whelan.’ He extended a hand towards me. ‘And you are?’
Sophie Stone.’ I shook his hand and pulled up the collar of my coat to hide my
glowing cheeks.
yes,’ he said settling himself at his desk. He glanced at the file that I’d had
been trying to read. ‘You’ve come about your aunt’s will.’
processed this new information, hitherto unaware I had an aunt. Alive or dead.
Whelan blinked furiously, referred back to the manila file and adjusted his
apologies, Miss Stone, your great aunt.’
that was that then. She had to be one of my father’s relations. There were
definitely no great aunts in Mum’s family. There was no one at all in her
family. I sighed. I had been hoping… well, I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d been
hoping. Maybe that she was an old lady I’d done a good deed for once when I was
in the Brownies or something. Although, I couldn’t think what I’d done to
warrant a mention in anybody’s will.
any tenuous link would be better than being a relative of Terry Stone’s. Still,
I’d better be absolutely sure.
you mind just running me through the family tree?’
course not,’ said Mr Whelan, pushing his chair back and standing up abruptly.
‘But first, have you brought your passport?’
jumped to my feet too.  ‘Why? Where are
we going?’ I had been told on the phone to bring my passport when I arranged
the appointment and the request had been troubling me ever since.
to the photocopier,’ he chuckled. ‘Need to verify you are who you say you are
before we continue with the reading of the will.’
heavens for small mercies! I had had visions of having to jump on a plane at a
moment’s notice to take ownership of some mystery item.
checks complete, we resumed our positions either side of the desk. The
solicitor took off his wristwatch, set it to one side and then, elbows on the
desk, clasped his hands together and made a steeple with his forefingers,
resting his long nose on the tip.
office holds the last will and testament of Mrs Jane Kennedy. She was Terence
Stone’s maternal aunt. Your great aunt.’
stared at him, mesmerised by the end of his nose which was protruding over his
should stop him from going any further. There was no point in hearing what he
had to say. My father had been absent for all of my thirty- two years. Mum and
I had managed perfectly well without his or his family’s help, thank you very
much and I knew instinctively that she would resent any intervention at this
stage in the game. Besides, why would the old dear leave anything to me? It
didn’t make sense, we’d never even met.
and tedious documents, wills.’
eyes must have glazed over for a moment. I shook myself and Mr Whelan’s eyes
twinkled at me.
been a misunderstanding,’ I said, scooping up my bag as I stood. ‘My mother is
estranged from her ex-husband. I’ve never met Jane Kennedy; in fact, I’ve never
met my father.’
aware of all that,’ he said, not unkindly. ‘However, it falls to me to ensure
that you are fully informed as to your inheritance. Please sit.’ He flapped a
hand at the empty chair. ‘Would you like me to read the whole thing or cut to
the chase?’
blinked my green eyes at him. Was he allowed to say things like that? I sat
back down obediently.
main bits, please.’
Mr Whelan extracted a document and a small sealed envelope from the file. He
pushed his glasses up his nose and cleared his throat. I held my breath.
great aunt Jane has bequeathed the bulk of her estate to you. You, Miss Stone
are the main beneficiary of her will.’
estate! Visions of strolling through manicured gardens like someone out of Pride and Predjudice, against a backdrop
of a Chatsworth-style mansion, on Marc’s arm, were somewhat dimmed with Mr
Whelan’s next sentence.
a bungalow in Woodby and several thousand pounds. We haven’t finalised the
amount yet.’
That was a village in the sticks somewhere north of Nottingham. A bungalow and
some money. I repeated the words in my head. That was a house and some actual
money-in-the-bank type dosh.
chest had been getting tighter and tighter with lack of oxygen and now I was
all panicky. Breathe, Sophie, in out, in out. I probably looked like I was in
labour: face all red, and puffing like Ivor the engine.
house. My great aunt had given me a house. Of my own. And that meant a home.
How long had I been dreaming of my own home? Only all my life, that was how
Whelan’s lips were moving. He was still speaking and I hadn’t been listening.
He was holding an envelope out to me and I took it automatically.
I say, there is a condition to the inheritance, but I think it would be better
if you read Mrs Kennedy’s letter yourself. I’ll leave you in private for a
moment. Can I get you some coffee?’
please, two sugars.’
I wasn’t sure I could take any more surprises. Life was so much gentler without
them. My heart rate was already registering at least a seven on the Richter
 ‘Actually, make it three!’


As much as I love my paranormal books, I always love a good romance. And this book was definitely one of them! I really loved Sophie’s character. She seemed very naive and usually that turns me off to a book. But for some reason, this time it didn’t. I enjoyed watching her grow as the story progressed. 
Then there came Nick. It seemed she was getting a stroke of luck. Nick is a fantastic character. He is sexy and mysterious; two very wonderful qualities in a man! ♥
I warmed to the characters and the story fairly well. This book is very content. There were heart-wrenching moments and happy moments. It makes for a very strong book. The characters are solid, the writing was fantastic, and the story was seamless. I really look forward to another round of Sophie and Nick!!
Wickedly Fantastic!!
“Sink your fangs or park your broom; the books are coming alive and I’m buried in them!”

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