A Romance in Cornwall (A Wedding in Cornwall Book 7) by Laura Briggs

Author:Laura Briggs
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-08-22T21:00:00+00:00

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Rowena disappeared into her room that night, and the proof that she must be hard at work on her novel was her absence from both Cliffs House and the beaches and nature walks around Ceffylgwyn. Word had spread about her activities, thanks in part to both Rosie and Dovie, so there was plenty of speculation about what story was taking shape in room seven of the Dumnonian right now.

"Bet she's writing a proper bestseller," said Gemma. "All about a romance in Ceffylgwyn. Can you imagine? We're going to be in a famous novelist's book!" We were shelling peas in the manor house kitchen, ones freshly-harvested from Michael's early spring garden. He had a certain gift for coaxing vegetables to produce often and early.

"Then you won't be the first to immortalize it," said Michael, with a grunt. Gemma's cheeks reddened. Her recent ambitions were now the object of good-natured teasing around Cliffs House.

"I don't think I want to write about the village," she said. "I want someplace new. Maybe a big city, like London. Or New York."

I wondered if Kitty's latest postcard inspired this remark. "What's wrong with the village?" I asked. "Rowena St. James thinks her characters can find love here."

"Well, I think mine need someplace more glamorous," said Gemma. "I mean, if I was going to write a novel. What are the odds that somebody really dishy or fascinating would come to a place like this?"

"Julianne did," said Michael. "And me." For the first time, I saw the glimmer of a smile crack the chef's serious countenance. But only for a brief second.

"Maybe they need glamorous jobs or something, too," said Gemma. "Not something boring, like housekeeping staff, or fish and chips shop. People want characters with international appeal."

Had Seattle been glamorous? Maybe if you were a season ticket holder to the opera, or one of the city's wealthy or well-heeled residents. My life of soft pretzels, fresh-brewed coffee, and Pictionary nights had been all about comfort and a casual routine. Just like quiz nights at the pub beforehand, really. That was a connection that made sense to me, even if pasties and pretzels aren't really alike.

"How about a fashion model? And a football player?" I teased. I felt now wasn't the time to squash Gemma's dreams of metropolitan adventures with reality.

"Ick." Gemma stuck out her tongue. "I don't want the likes of Petal Price-Parker in my novel. Or that boor Donald, either. Stuck on himself, he is."

"You used to love celebrities in those careers," I said. "Frankly, I assumed from your description that this was what you were trying to create. A glamorous world, people with exciting careers."

"Even so, I'm sick of footballers," said Gemma. "That's half of what Andy talks about. And ... I don't know ... models are a little too posh sometimes. Even if Pip thinks they're grand."

"I think a guy like Andy would make a decent hero," I said. "He's cute. He's kindhearted. And he has more interests than just football. He joined the community theater, after all.

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