Corsair’s Cove Orchard: The Complete Set
Secret Vintage, Secret Seed, Secret Spring
Rachel Goldsworthy, Shelley Adina, Sharon Ashwood
Genre: small town sweet romance with a paranormal twist
Secret Vintage, Secret Seed, Secret Spring
Rachel Goldsworthy, Shelley Adina, Sharon Ashwood
Genre: small town sweet romance with a paranormal twist
Publisher: Moonshell Books, Inc.
Date of Publication: 2018
Number of pages: 344
Cover Artist: Wicked by Design
Tagline: Let Corsair’s Cove draw you home again …
Book Description:
Corsair’s Cove has a reputation for being one of the most haunted places in the Pacific Northwest. Back in Prohibition days, it was a roaring hive of rumrunners, flappers, money, and betrayal. Big Tom Macfarlane and Marigold Mayhew met in the old apple orchard, loved hard, and died young, but their story isn’t finished. Because some betrayals have consequences that echo down through time … and demand the kind of resolution that only true love can bring …
That same apple orchard has now been sold to the local carpenter to make a home for his bride—and has become a bone of contention. Who knew that the cider apple that made Joe Johannsen’s family famous during Prohibition—an apple thought to be extinct—would still be growing there?
When Joe and Siena Panati discover the secret recipe hidden in plain sight, will it mean their future—or will it tear their friendships apart? Then Sam Wilson’s return to the Cove for an antique car rally triggers a series of ghostly visitations. The last thing he needs is for Marigold’s ghost to reveal herself to Haley Struthers, the botanist who discovered the apples. But Haley has something very real to be afraid of, and only Sam can help her. It all comes to a head when Lora Trelawney returns to the Cove. With the help of Spike the bartender, she discovers that some secrets aren’t meant to be kept … even from herself … and love is the only way that the Cove’s Jazz Age secrets will ever be resolved …
Readers have fallen in love with Corsair’s Cove, its small-town atmosphere and quirky characters. The Reading Café called the Chocolate Shop novellas “swoon-worthy love stories sure to sweeten your life.” The Orchard series simply raises the bar—giving you stories as tasty as a slice of homemade apple pie!
Secret Vintage Book 1 – Rachel Goldsworthy
Secret Seed Book 2 – Sharon Ashwood
Secret Spring Book 3 – Shelley Adina
Excerpt
From Secret Seed by Sharon Ashwood:
From Secret Seed by Sharon Ashwood:
“I never thought
I’d see you in Corsair’s Cove again,” said Eloise Wilson as she picked at the
cookie crumbs on her plate.
I’d see you in Corsair’s Cove again,” said Eloise Wilson as she picked at the
cookie crumbs on her plate.
Sam’s gaze
settled on his sister. She’d chosen the gingerbread cookie with big crystals of
sugar on top. It was the same treat she’d always picked, all through childhood.
Had two decades actually passed since then?
settled on his sister. She’d chosen the gingerbread cookie with big crystals of
sugar on top. It was the same treat she’d always picked, all through childhood.
Had two decades actually passed since then?
All families had
issues, but theirs were extra-special by anyone’s measure. Now they sat in the
upstairs bay window of the Zephyr’s Rest Inn, the space just big enough for a
tiny table and two chairs. The stage was set, but Sam wasn’t sure of his lines.
issues, but theirs were extra-special by anyone’s measure. Now they sat in the
upstairs bay window of the Zephyr’s Rest Inn, the space just big enough for a
tiny table and two chairs. The stage was set, but Sam wasn’t sure of his lines.
“Sorry I didn’t
visit sooner,” he said, sipping his mug of black coffee. No cookie for Sam—he
wasn’t into sweet things. “I got busy.”
visit sooner,” he said, sipping his mug of black coffee. No cookie for Sam—he
wasn’t into sweet things. “I got busy.”
“Yeah?” His
sister’s bright green eyes were apprehensive, as if afraid he might vanish into
mist. “Are you sure there aren’t other reasons for staying away?”
sister’s bright green eyes were apprehensive, as if afraid he might vanish into
mist. “Are you sure there aren’t other reasons for staying away?”
Sam sighed inwardly.
He loved Eloise, really he did, but she had to talk everything to death. “What
do you want me to say?”
He loved Eloise, really he did, but she had to talk everything to death. “What
do you want me to say?”
“The truth?”
He raised his
head to answer, but instead of meeting Eloise’s eyes, something caught his
attention—a flicker of something white. From his seat in the window, he could
see down the long hallway with its double row of guest room doors. This place
was nearly as old as the town. Sam would have stayed someplace more modern, but
rooms were hard to come by in tourist season.
head to answer, but instead of meeting Eloise’s eyes, something caught his
attention—a flicker of something white. From his seat in the window, he could
see down the long hallway with its double row of guest room doors. This place
was nearly as old as the town. Sam would have stayed someplace more modern, but
rooms were hard to come by in tourist season.
So here he was at
the Zephyr. Even in daytime there wasn’t much light in the upstairs of the inn.
Nothing dispelled the shadows that clung to old places like this. That alone
made his skin creep, but sometimes—like now—there was more.
the Zephyr. Even in daytime there wasn’t much light in the upstairs of the inn.
Nothing dispelled the shadows that clung to old places like this. That alone
made his skin creep, but sometimes—like now—there was more.
The young woman
stood halfway down the dim corridor. She wore a pale sleeveless dress and a hat
that almost hid her bobbed hair. When was that fashion from? The 1920s? 1930s?
Sam wasn’t a clothes guy but he’d learned some history the hard way—like when
it was lurking under the bed, ready to yell “boo!”
stood halfway down the dim corridor. She wore a pale sleeveless dress and a hat
that almost hid her bobbed hair. When was that fashion from? The 1920s? 1930s?
Sam wasn’t a clothes guy but he’d learned some history the hard way—like when
it was lurking under the bed, ready to yell “boo!”
The woman saw
him looking and waved gloved fingers. Sam looked away, finding sudden interest
in his coffee cup. It was never good when the ghosts knew he could see them.
They always wanted help with unfinished business—as if being a psychic automatically
made him a customer service desk for the dead.
him looking and waved gloved fingers. Sam looked away, finding sudden interest
in his coffee cup. It was never good when the ghosts knew he could see them.
They always wanted help with unfinished business—as if being a psychic automatically
made him a customer service desk for the dead.
Eloise turned
her head to follow his line of sight. “Who were you looking at?”
her head to follow his line of sight. “Who were you looking at?”
“What are you
talking about?” he asked gruffly.
talking about?” he asked gruffly.
Eloise frowned
at him. “Corsair’s Cove has more ghosts per square foot than anywhere I’ve ever
been. This inn has six I’ve been able to identify.”
at him. “Corsair’s Cove has more ghosts per square foot than anywhere I’ve ever
been. This inn has six I’ve been able to identify.”
And that was
what made them siblings. Other families went for picnics or took cooking
classes together. The Wilson kids saw ghosts. The big difference between them
was that Eloise had always owned her gifts, however much that cost her. He was
the exact opposite—don’t ask, don’t tell—which was why he avoided this town
like the plague.
what made them siblings. Other families went for picnics or took cooking
classes together. The Wilson kids saw ghosts. The big difference between them
was that Eloise had always owned her gifts, however much that cost her. He was
the exact opposite—don’t ask, don’t tell—which was why he avoided this town
like the plague.
“Six hauntings, huh? I think I’ll be sleeping
in my car.” Sam grinned to hide his thundering heart.
in my car.” Sam grinned to hide his thundering heart.
“It was
Marigold, wasn’t it?” Eloise raised one brow. “A flapper girl? She likes pretty
young men.”
Marigold, wasn’t it?” Eloise raised one brow. “A flapper girl? She likes pretty
young men.”
Sam pushed his
empty cup away. “That’s the last thing I need.”
empty cup away. “That’s the last thing I need.”
“You never
know.” Eloise licked sugar from her fingers. “I don’t remember you mentioning a
girlfriend.”
know.” Eloise licked sugar from her fingers. “I don’t remember you mentioning a
girlfriend.”
About the Authors:
Rachel Goldsworthy grew up on the West Coast, sitting quietly in the kitchen of one aunt or another and nibbling homemade Nanaimo bars while the relations told tales. Some were factual, and some were true. When the time came to earn a living, Rachel took those listening (and eating) skills, and wrote for magazines and newspapers stories of the people and places of the coast. Now she’s writing the adventures of people she’s crazy about in Corsair’s Cove where love and family, like the tide, might ebb and flow, but chocolate is eternal. Every word is true.
Shelley Adina is the author of 24 novels published by Harlequin, Warner, and Hachette, and a dozen more published by Moonshell Books, Inc., her own independent press. She writes steampunk (including a band of air pirates), contemporary romance, and young adult fiction, and as Adina Senft, writes women’s fiction set among the Amish and other plain communities. She holds an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in Pennsylvania, where she teaches as adjunct faculty. She won the Romance Writers of America RITA Award® for Best Inspirational Novel in 2005, was a finalist in 2006, and in 2009 was a Christy Award finalist. When she’s not writing, Shelley is usually quilting, sewing historical costumes, sneaking another succulent chocolate out of the box of See’s Nuts and Chews, or hanging out in the garden with her flock of rescued chickens.
Sharon Ashwood is a novelist, desk jockey and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. And chocolate. And pirates. Chocolate-covered pirates would be a definite plus. Sharon’s books include urban fantasy, paranormal romance, historical adventures and more. She is the winner of the RITA® Award for Paranormal Romance. She lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.
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Interview with Rachel Goldsworthy, author of Secret Vintage, Good Spirits and Kiss in the Wind
October 2018
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reins of the story?
Corsair’s Cove, the town where my stories happen, is reckoned to be the most haunted place in the Pacific Northwest. So there are a lot of characters wandering around in the shops and orchards, and not all of them can be explained by everyday logic.
The same is true of the regular, live, here-and-now people in the town. Sometimes they just show up on the page and start talking. It would be rude of me not to listen.
I might try to steer them in a direction that would be helpful to me, but that doesn’t always work. You know that expression “It’s like herding cats”? Well, Bonney the parrot, Fey the cat, the peacocks, Spike the bartender, Dilly in the bakery, not to mention Joe Johanssen and Siena Panati…they have their own minds and they use them.
Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.
Readers say they want to move to Corsair’s Cove. It’s a true community where people are valued for their strengths and accepted no matter what. Also it’s pretty.
It has its flaws and its unsavoury folks, of course–some of them are living in the present and there’s an occasional pirate and bootlegger still hanging around from previous centuries. But mostly everyone wants the best for each other.
Also, it has a chocolate shop, farms and orchards, a bakery with divine apple fritters, charming old buildings and more history than you can shake a vintage moonshine jug at. Who can resist?
So if you want an escape from day-to-day twenty-first century life, you’ll find it in Secret Vintage, Secret Seed, Secret Spring and the other Corsair’s Cove tales. If you like to see strong women solving their own problems, Siena, Haley, Lora and their friends are for you. And if you’re curious about the men who fall for those women? Joe, Sam and Spike the bartender will show you their true colours.
Also, each Corsair’s Cove story is written by one person: me, Sharon Ashwood, Shelley Adina or Lee McKenzie. But we’re collaborators on the whole series, and we really spark off each other. I think that the fun we have together comes across on the page.
Have you written any other books that are not published?
There are four or five novels skulking in the depths of USB drives. A couple of them are probably worth coaxing out of hiding so I can apply what I’ve learned in the years since I wrote them. Then, once I’ve revised or rewritten, I’ll assess whether they have what it takes to go out in the world, or if they (and my readers) will be happier if those books stay quietly at home.
Pen or typewriter or computer?
I handwrite notes and I’ve tried using pen and paper to draft scenes and stories, mostly because I like the comfy chair in my living room. But when I’m truly serious about putting a story on the page, it’s got to be a computer. For me, it’s the only way I can make something hang together without going off on random rambles.
Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?
I loved writing Secret Vintage, and its predecessors Good Spirits and Kiss in the Wind. I know that Sharon, Shelley and Lee have just as much fun in Corsair’s Cove as I do. Heck, we even refer to ourselves as the Corsettes!
What we always hope is that readers love hanging out in Corsair’s Cove as much as we do.
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