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Title: What Happens in Cornwall...
Author: T.A. Williams
Release Date: July 20, 2015
Genres: Chick Lit
Publisher: Carina UK
Summary
For a very
British summer holiday…
When archaeologist Sam realises her relationship is as dead as the
skeletons she’s exhuming, she knows it’s time to make a change. But with bills
to pay her options are limited…until a discovery on Rock Island in Cornwall
gives her a reason to escape…
Head to
the Cornish coast!
In Cornwall, questions are thrown up at every turn: who is the glamorous
owner of Rock Island that the paparazzi are so interested in? How has the
irresistible, but impossibly arrogant, history professor James Courtney managed
to get so far under Sam’s skin? And will it ever stop raining so Sam can lose
the cagoule and sip a cool drink in the sun? One thing’s for sure: there’s
never been a holiday quite like this one!
Enjoy a
summer of surprises and romance with What Happens in Cornwall…, the perfect
retreat for fans of Fern Britton.
Excerpt:
Virginia successfully backed the car into the parking space
at the third attempt and turned off the engine. Samantha, beside her, breathed
out deeply. She was still alive. Slowly, she unclenched her fingers from the
seatbelt. She had never been driven by Virginia before and if it never happened
again, that would be too soon. The journey down the busy A38 trunk road had
been a succession of near misses and near death experiences. Driving without
due care and attention didn’t even begin to describe it. When they had crossed
into Cornwall and embarked upon the ever narrower lanes, Sam had genuinely
expected death to come at them around every corner. Throughout the whole trip
Virginia had kept up a non-stop chatter about the prospect of exploring Rock
Island. Understandably she was excited at the thought of going to the island,
but it was to the exclusion of all else, road safety in particular.
They climbed out of the car, Sam managing to resist the
temptation to throw herself to the ground and kiss the tarmac under her feet.
Instead, she took a few deep breaths, dried her palms on her jeans, and looked
around. One unexpected side effect of having the fear of death put in her was
that she found that she was experiencing life with total clarity, and she
looked around with interest. The car park was halfway down the hill leading
into Tregossick and the view across the bay to the island was as clear as a
bell after all the rain. Sam glanced at her watch and was pleased to see it was
just before three o'clock as arranged.
From the moment they left the shelter of the car, they were
assailed by the twin noises of seabirds wheeling overhead and the regular crump
of waves against the beach. While Virginia went off to get the parking ticket,
Sam had time to look around. The car park was almost full and most of the cars
had roof racks for surf boards. A quick glance down to the beach showed that
the waves had enticed quite a number of wetsuited figures into the water with
their boards.
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Biography
Firstly, my name isn't T A. It's Trevor. I write under the androgynous
name T A Williams because 65% of books are read by women. In my first book,
"Dirty Minds" one of the (female) characters suggests the imbalance
is due to the fact that men spend too much time getting drunk and watching
football. I couldn't possibly comment. Ask my wife...
I've written all sorts: thrillers, historical novels, short stories and
now I'm enjoying myself hugely writing humour and romance. Romantic comedies
are what we all need from time to time. Life isn’t always very fair. It isn’t
always a lot of fun, but when it is, we need to embrace it. If my books can put
a smile on your face and maybe give your heartstrings a tug, then I know I’ve
done my job.
I‘ve lived all over Europe, but now I live in a little village in sleepy
Devon, tucked away in south west England. I love the place. That’s why you’ll
find leafy lanes and thatched cottages in most of my books. Oh, yes, and a
black Labrador.
I've been writing since I was 14 and that is half a century ago.
However, underneath this bald, wrinkly exterior, there beats the heart of a
youngster. My wife is convinced I will never grow up. I hope she's right.
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