A Little Hotel in Cornwall
Struggling American waitress and aspiring novelist Maisie Clark dreams of becoming a full-time writer — even though in real life she's just lost her chance at an exclusive writer's mentorship program that would give her novel its big break. Desperate, she decides to take a chance and ask her favourite writer, a celebrated but reclusive English novelist, to help her find a second chance.
When she receives the author's reply in an envelope with a Cornish postmark, Maisie decides not to take the writer's half-hearted 'no' for an answer. With nothing to lose, she takes off for the author's last known location, a beautiful hotel on Cornwall's western coast. But when the hotel mistakes her for the latest applicant for a maid's position, Maisie finds herself given an opportunity too good to lose ... and a chance for a summer adventure far bigger than she ever imagined.
Surrounded by breathtaking Cornwall and working in an elegant hotel, Maisie's world becomes one of secret identities, quirky friends, and unintentional mishaps — and despite reminders of past relationship disasters, a certain handsome, charming local resident Sidney Daniels has her conflicted about her heart's desires, too.
Will Maisie find the chance she's been waiting for — and a possible new romance — in her perfect Cornish summer?
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Thank you so much to Laura for letting me share an excerpt from A Little Hotel in Cornwall with her lovely readers today! This scene finds the heroine Maisie on her way to the beautiful, historic hotel where a famous English novelist might be staying. An aspiring writer herself, Maisie hopes the great author will give her some much needed help in salvaging her dream of becoming a writer.
The Penmarrow Hotel was indeed at the top of the hill — one carved halfway off on one side, leaving steep cliffs hanging over the beach and the ocean, with the tall mansion sitting alone atop that flat green crest. The view of the manor I had seen from the village's entrance belonged to this place, I discovered, as I climbed the hill to its location.
Pale red bricks and grey stone, arched windows stacked four stories high, with towers and chimneys rising from the roof above. I set down my luggage for a moment in the car park and took it in, the awe-inspiring house facing the water.
The sea looked big enough to swallow this spot. A vast blue blanket among rocks which emerged like islands from the mists and foam. Paved pathways of cobblestone divided the hotel's green lawn on the cliffs above the water into neatly-manicured squares. From where I stood, in one direction were the lawn and the view of the sea; in the other, a walled-off yard behind stones on the other side of the car park. Green was the dominant color glimpsed over stone garden wall.
Downton Abbey. Brideshead Castle. Cliff End. Misselthwaite Manor. Dozens of fictional English manors came to mind, suggested by this majestic, towering hall. I had stepped into one of the books of my university days, the old romances set in grand old houses, and now I was going to have to find my reality in it.
It was time to go inside and ask for Mr. Davies. I would probably be denied at the desk, and would be left to hover in the lobby until someone who looked like the famous writer came down — and this part of the adventure was as far as my plans reached. I squared my shoulders and collected my bags so I could go and face this moment, as I had promised myself. Just not through the intimidating front door, maybe.
A little gate stood open, and human voices emerged. I walked in the direction of the sound and the glimpse of green on the other side. There might be a patio on that side of the garden, where a writer might sit and absorb the atmosphere. There might be fellow guests who knew if a famous author stayed here recently. If I were very lucky —
I stepped through the gateway, and discovered I was wrong about this. Instead of a tea party of guests or an Erich Segal lookalike deep in thought, I found a walled-off yard where a classic Rolls-Royce was parked, black paint gleaming in the sun, and three men were sitting just outside of a tiny arched side door.
Author Bio –
Laura Briggs is the author of several chick lit and romance stories, including the Top 100 Amazon UK seller 'A Wedding in Cornwall'. She has a fondness for vintage style dresses (especially ones with polka dots), and reads everything from Jane Austen to modern day mysteries. When she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with family, caring for her pets, going to movies and plays, and trying new restaurants.
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