Christmas Secrets in Snowflake Cove by Emily Harvale – Promotion

 

Christmas is a time for family and friends, miracles and magic, falling snow and roaring fires, fun, laughter and festive feasts. In Snowflake Cove, it’s also a time for secrets to be revealed…

Evie Starr is hoping for more than a sprinkling of magic this Christmas. The family-run Snowflake Inn is virtually empty and the Starr’s financial future isn’t looking bright. But Evie’s gran, Jessie has a secret that might help.

Enigmatic, Zachary Thorn is every woman’s dream. He’s also ex-SAS, so his secrets are classified. The Christmas Special of his feel-good, TV show is set in Michaelmas Bay – until a phone call means he’s spending Christmas in nearby Snowflake Cove.

Evie’s best friend, Juniper thinks boyfriend Darren has a secret. Evie knows he does. And Evie’s niece, Raven is hiding feelings for Juniper’s brother – who has a secret crush of his own.

But the biggest secret in Snowflake Cove is the identity of Raven’s dad.

With snow falling thick and fast and secrets being revealed one after another, will everyone be snuggling up by the fire on Christmas Eve, or are some secrets best kept hidden…?

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Author Bio –

Having lived and worked in London for several years, Emily returned to her home town of Hastings where she now spends her days writing… and chatting on social media. Emily is a Member of the SoA, a PAN member of the RWA and a Pro Member of ALLi. She’s an Amazon bestseller and a Kindle All Star. Emily loves writing and her stories are sure to bring a smile to your face and a warmth to your heart.

Emily says, “I write about friendship, family and falling in love. I believe in happing endings.” When she isn’t writing, she can be found enjoying the stunning East Sussex coast and countryside, or in a wine bar with friends, discussing life, love and the latest TV shows. Chocolate cake is often eaten. She dislikes housework almost as much as she dislikes anchovies – and will do anything to avoid both.

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Excerpt

To set up this excerpt:  Evie Starr and her niece, Raven have gone to Merry’s Christmas Tree Farm, run by Robin Merry, to select Christmas trees. Roland, the brother of Evie’s best friend, is with them. Enjoy the extract.

 

‘Merry Christmas, Robin,’ Evie said. ‘You’re looking well.’

‘I’m looking muddy,’ he replied, ‘but thanks. You look good too. At least it’s not raining. I can’t remember the last time I saw the sun. Here to pick your trees? Hi mate.’ He glanced at Roland and they did an odd little fist bump. ‘Hello Raven. I haven’t seen you for months. Still into black, I notice.’

‘How observant of you,’ Raven said, backing away from him. ‘Still into mud and ridiculous hats, I see.’

Robin grinned as he looked Raven up and down. His wink was met with a scowl.

Evie held down a laugh and turned her attention to the trees. ‘We’re broke, so we need two of whatever you’ve got for the cheapest price possible, please. Dad offered to pay in beer, if that’s of interest to you.’

Robin shook his head and laughed. ‘I know. Your mum’s already agreed a price with mine. I think it involved a free lunch for us and some mince pies and shortbread. Take your pick. There’re some good ones near my hut. Fancy a drop of mulled wine? I was just about to make some coffee, so you’re welcome to join me.’

Evie couldn’t remember whose original idea the mulled wine had been, but Robin had been serving a small glass of it to customers for at least the last five years, although due to his age when this tradition started, his mum, Ava had had to be the one to serve it.

‘Thanks. I’d love some,’ Evie said.

Raven rolled her eyes. ‘Why am I not surprised?’

‘Yeah,’ Roland said. ‘May as well get into the festive spirit.’ Evie threw him a look and as if he understood he added, ‘but as I’m driving I’ll have to give it a miss.’

‘Oh. I’ll have one then,’ Raven piped up, clearly not wanting Roland to consider her a killjoy.

They followed Robin to an old shepherd’s hut which he’d done up on the outside to look like an igloo. Michael Bublé grew louder the closer they got.

‘Wow,’ Evie said when he opened the door to let them in. Obviously, there was no sign of Michael, only a Tablet running through its playlist of Christmas songs. Robin lowered the volume as they stepped inside. ‘This looks completely different to the last time I saw it. You’ve done a brilliant job. Is this where you bring all the girls?’

 

 

 

 

 

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