I'm delighted to be a part of the Escape for the Summer Book Tour and today I'm bringing you an excerpt from this fabulous read!
Can Andi Evans find the strength to start again?
Betrayed and broken-hearted, Andi's redundancy is one shock too many. Suddenly single and in debt, a summer working in the pretty Cornish town of Rock seems the perfect solution.Determined never to trust again, will a chance meeting with a stranger change her mind?
Andi's sister, Angel, is determined to find a man who can keep her in style. Heading to Rock, summer playground of the rich and famous, seems an inspired idea until a misunderstanding threatens to end a romance that has started to mean more to her than she ever expected...
Actress Gemma is no stranger to diets and disappointments. As the future of her career hangs in the balance, Gemma hopes a summer in Cornwall solves her problems. With a reality TV show being filmed in the seaside town surely she can avoid the pasty shops and win herself a role.
Arriving in idyllic Cornwall, all three girls are hoping for a holiday to remember. But will this be for the right reasons? Or, as emotions run higher than the tide, will the summer escape turn their lives upside down?
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EXCERPT
Angel was having a lovely afternoon
in Padstow. The pretty seaside town was teeming with summer visitors, all
intent on making the most of the glorious sunshine while it lasted. Girls in
skimpy vests and tiny shorts held hands with their sunburned boyfriends and
drifted through the streets while yummy mummies pushed Bugaboo strollers to
Rick Stein’s cafĂ© for afternoon tea. High above the higgledy-piggledy rooftops
seagulls wheeled and shrieked in a cloudless blue sky before dive-bombing
unsuspecting tourists for their ice creams and pasty crusts.
The
tide was right out by the time Angel reached the beach and the water taxi that
was operating from the furthest jetty. Although it was late afternoon and shade
was climbing over the hillside, the sand still basked in the light of the sun
that had slipped from the narrow streets. Families with checked picnic rugs and
gaudy windbreaks were sprinkled across the sand like hundreds and thousands,
and shouts of excitement drifted from the water’s edge. Angel kicked off her
sandals and strolled along the shore. The water was warm from the sun-baked
sand and she sighed with pleasure. How many hours had she and Andi spent on
this very beach? Hundreds probably. They’d loved nothing more than spending an
entire day by the water; they’d always returned home to Ocean View salty and sandy and heavy with that almost drugged
exhaustion that came from spending hours in the fresh air. Yes, they’d been
regular beach babies back then. What a shame it had all had to end so
abruptly...
Angel
treated herself to an ice cream, which she ate slowly while dangling her legs
over the quayside. Across the shimmering sand and the water ribbon of the Camel
Estuary, Rock was only a smudge on the horizon, but the place still made her
stomach knot with excitement like the tangled fishing gear piled up alongside
the trawlers. The sense of all the possibilities just there for the taking was
overwhelming. Whatever was she doing just sitting around eating ice cream? There
was so much to do.
Lobbing
what was left of her cornet to the squabbling gulls, Angel continued to explore
Padstow. It must have been at least ten years since she had last visited. Her
mother had adored the town, much preferring Padstow to its more upmarket sister
across the water, and had regularly taken both girls across by boat. Andi and
Angel had loved exploring the gift shops, but most of all they’d been
fascinated by the lobsters on sale at the wet fish shop.
The
fish shop was still there but it, like the rest of the town, had undergone a
transformation. Now it was Stein’s Fisheries; it was housed in a smart building
of mellow timber and steel next door to Rick Stein’s Fish & Chips shop.
Roughly opposite was another structure that seemed more in keeping with the
South Bank than the South West: the National Lobster Hatchery. To be honest the
only lobsters Angel was interested in were the kind served in Rick Stein’s
exclusive restaurant and accompanied by gallons of champagne. The tricky bit
was finding a way to get herself into the restaurant in order to sample all
these treats. Figuring it was time to crank her social media profile up a gear,
she opened the Twitter app on her phone and typed:
in Padstow can’t wait for
dinner #Steins
Seconds
later her tweet was safely logged in cyberspace and Angel’s work was done. It
wasn’t strictly a fib. She was in
Padstow, she was looking forward to
her dinner and she was only a pebble’s
throw away from the world-famous restaurant. If everyone wanted to read her
tweet a certain way then that was hardly Angel’s fault. That was semantics!
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