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The Corner Shop in Cockleberry Bay
by Nicola May
Praise for Nicola May’s books
‘This book will
twang your funny bone & your heartstrings’ – Milly Johnson
‘A fun and flighty
read’ the Sun
‘A funny and
fast-paced romp – thoroughly enjoyable!’ WOMAN
Magazine
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Rosa Larkin is down
on her luck in London, so when she inherits a near-derelict corner shop in
a
quaint Devon village, her first thought is to sell it for cash and sort out her
life. But nothing is straightforward about this legacy. While the identity of her
benefactor remains a mystery,
he - or she - has left one important legal proviso:
that the shop cannot be sold, only passed
on to somebody who really deserves it.
Rosa makes up her mind to give it a go: to
put everything she has into getting the shop
up and running again in the small
seaside community of Cockleberry Bay. But can she do it
all on her own? And if
not, who will help her succeed - and who among the following will
work secretly
to see her fail?
There is a handsome rugby player, a sexy
plumber, a charlatan reporter and a selection
of meddling locals. Add in a hit
and run incident and the disappearance of a valuable
engraved necklace – and
what you get is a journey of self-discovery and unpredictable
events.
With surprising and heartfelt results, Rosa, accompanied at all times by
her
little sausage dog Hot, will slowly unravel the shadowy secrets of the
inheritance,
and also bring her own, long-hidden heritage into the light.
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About
Nicola May
Award
winning author Nicola May lives in Ascot in Berkshire with her rescue cat
Stanley.
Her hobbies include watching films that involve a lot of swooning,
crabbing in South Devon
, eating flapjacks and enjoying a flutter on the horses.
Inspired by her favourite authors
Milly Johnson and Carole Matthews, Nicola
writes what she describes as chicklit with a kick.
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Excerpt
PROLOGUE
‘Are you sure
you’ve got the right person?’
Rosa took off her bright red woolly hat and scratched the back of her
head furiously,
causing her dark brown curly hair to become even more unruly.
The tall, pinched-faced solicitor
nodded. ‘Yes, of course we have. Evans, Donald
and Simpson do not make
mistakes. You, Miss Larkin, are now the official owner of the
corner shop in
Cockleberry Bay.’
He handed the bewildered
twenty-five-year-old a battered leather briefcase and
pointed to a small
combination padlock on its brass clasp.
‘Here. The will stated that you - and only you - can open this, using
your date of
birth.’
‘This is all very strange,’ Rosa
said. ‘And where exactly is this Cockleberry Bay?’
‘Devon, dear, Devon.’ The solicitor looked under his rimless
glasses. ‘I take it you
know where that is?’
‘I may have a cockney accent, Mr Donald, but I’m not stupid.’
‘Well, open it then.’ The
solicitor was shifting from foot to foot in anticipation.
He confided, ‘We’ve
been wanting to know what’s in there for days.’
Showing no emotion, Rosa gazed at
him with her striking green eyes and asked
coolly: ‘Is there anything else I
need?’
‘Er, no - but are you not going
to . . .?’
‘I need to get to work.’ Rosa put
her hat and scarf back on, zipped up her fur-lined
bomber jacket and headed for
the door. ‘Thank you so much for your help.’
And
she was gone.
‘Rude!’
The solicitor peered crossly out of the window of the offices in Staple
Inn and
watched as the young woman, the briefcase in her arms, strode across
the frosty
cobbled courtyard and out into the bustle of London’s ancient legal
quarter.
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