A heartwarming, cosy romance from Sunday Times bestselling author Michele Gorman, now writing as Lilly Bartlett Wriggle your toes in the sand and feel the warm breeze on your face when you check into the hotel that's full of dreams... Three years after ditching her career in New York City, Rosie never thought she'd still be managing the quaint faded Victorian hotel in her seaside hometown. What's worse, the hotel's new owners are turning it into a copy of their Florida properties. Flamingos and all. Cultures are clashing and the hotel's residents stand in the way of the developers' plans. The hotel is both their home and their family. That's going to make Rory's job difficult when he arrives to enforce the changes. And Rosie isn't exactly on his side, even though it's the chance to finally restart her career. Rory might be charming, but he's still there to evict her friends. How can she follow her dreams if it means ending everyone else's?
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
ISBN: 9780008226626
ISBN: 9780008226626
I have been given the first page of this novel to share with my blog readers. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have ...................................
New
York is where I fell head over heels for a bloke named Chuck. I know: Chuck.
But don’t judge him just because he sounds like he should be sipping ice-cream
floats at the drive-in or starring in the homecoming football game. Rah rah,
sis boom bah, yay, Chuck!
Believe me, I didn’t plan for a Chuck in my
life. But that’s how it happens, isn’t it? One minute you’ve got plans for your
career and a future that doesn’t involve the inconvenience of being in love,
and the next you’re floating around in full dozy-mare mode.
I won’t lie to you. When Chuck walked into our
hotel reception one afternoon in late October, it wasn’t love at first sight.
It was lust.
Be still, my fluttering nethers.
Talk about unprofessional. I could hardly focus
on what he was saying. Something about organising Christmas parties.
‘To be honest, I don’t really know what I’m
doing,’ he confided as he leaned against the reception desk. His face was
uncomfortably close to mine, but by then I’d lived in New York for eighteen
months. I was used to American space invaders. They’re not being rude, just
friendly. And Chuck was definitely friendly.
‘I only started my job about a month ago,’ he
told me. ‘It’s my first big assignment, so I really can’t fuck it up. Sorry, I
mean mess it up.’ His blue (so dark blue) eyes bore into mine. ‘I’m hoping
someone here can help me.’
It took all my willpower not to spring over the
desk to his aid. Not that I’m at all athletic. I’d probably have torn my dress,
climbed awkwardly over and landed face-first at his feet.
Keep him talking, I
thought, so that I could keep staring. He looked quintessentially American,
with his square jawline and big straight teeth and air of confidence, even
though he’d just confessed to being hopeless at his new job. His brown hair wasn’t
too long but also wasn’t too short, wavy and artfully messed up with gel, and
his neatly trimmed stubble made me think of lazy Sunday mornings in bed.
See what I mean? Lust.
‘I noticed you on my way back from Starbucks,’
he said.
At first, I thought he meant he’d noticed me.
That made me glance in the big mirror on the pillar behind him, where I could
just see my reflection from where I was standing. At five-foot four, I was
boob-height behind the desk in the gunmetal-grey fitted dress uniform all the
front-desk staff had to wear. My wavy dark-red hair was as neat as it ever got.
I flashed myself a reflected smile just to check my teeth. Of course, I
couldn’t see any detail from where I stood. Only my big horsy mouth. Mum says
giant teeth make my face interesting. I think I look a bit like one of the
Muppets.
‘Do you have the space for a big party?’ he
said. ‘For around four hundred people?’
He didn’t mean he’d noticed me; only the hotel.
‘We’ve got the Grand Ballroom and the whole top floor, which used to be the
restaurant and bar. I think it’s even prettier than the ballroom, but it
depends on your style and your budget and what you want to do with it.’
Based on his smile, you’d have thought I’d just
told him we’d found a donor kidney for his operation. ‘I’ve been looking
online, but there are too many choices,’ he said. ‘Plus, my company expects the
world.’ He grimaced. ‘They didn’t like the hotel they used last year, or the
year before that. I’m in over my head, to be honest. I think I need a guiding
hand.’
Thank you to Lily Barnett and Harper Impulse for sharing this extract with me and inviting me to take part in this blog tour.
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