Edie Browne’s Cottage by the Sea: A heartwarming, hilarious romance read set in Cornwall!
‘Beautifully crafted and wrapped in romance’ Sunday Times bestseller Heidi Swain Those who don’t jump will never fly… Hurtling through the sky was supposed to be Edie Browne’s flight of independence. But when she falls head over champagne bucket while celebrating her successful landing, her life is changed in an instant. But starting over has its benefits, and as Edie relearns the basics under the watchful eye of her Aunty Josie and an entire Cornish village of new friends and neighbours, she finds love and joy she never could have imagined in the unlikeliest of places… Come home to Periwinkle Cottage for a romance full of love, laughter and friends for life! Why readers love Jane Linfoot: ‘Have you ever liked a book so much that you wanted to give it a hug…chicklit GOLD’ Pretty Little Book Reviews ‘Jane Linfoot combines fabulous friendship with gorgeous true love…a fantastic captivating story with a sweet romantic ending’ With Love for Books ‘A character that you genuinely like’ Mrs Wheddon Reviews ‘The perfect holiday read…you feel as if you are part of the group of friends’ Coffee and Kindle Book Reviews ‘Where should I begin with this wonderful, delicious novel…a stunning, fabulous read’ Kat, Goodreads ‘An uplifting, warm and romantic story that was a real pleasure to read’ Rae Reads
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Edie Browne’s Cottage by the Sea
JANE LINFOOT
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First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008356293
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Table of Contents
For Val, with love
epic
ˈɛpɪk/
adjective
heroic or grand in scale or character
particularly impressive or remarkable
achievement
əˈtʃiːvm(ə)nt/
noun
a thing done successfully with effort, skill or courage
Day 1: October
Five miles east of Salisbury
Epic Achievement: The skydive.
‘C’mon, Edie, let’s do this.’
We’re bumping our way backwards along the fuselage floor and when I screw my head around there’s a gaping space where the door used to be. Then the backdraught hits and we’re sucked out of the plane.
What happens next is the most crazy thing that’s happened in my life so far. There’s no lurch of my stomach, no warning, but I’m hurtling downwards. The air rush is wrenching my cheeks off my face, and the blow is so hard I can’t breathe. I’m just screaming and falling. Falling and screaming. Somehow I remember to stick my arms and legs out. Then I’m freezing and screaming. And choking. And the flat patchwork of fields below are hurtling nearer and nearer. It’s going on forever. We have to stop soon, or we’ll definitely die.
Somehow we spin, and I catch sight of the camera guy a few metres below us who almost looks stationary. And bizarrely he’s waving at us. It’s that weird thing about waving. Without even thinking, I’m waving back. Then we’re twisting again, and I’m looking up across the sky at Bella. Her cheeks are distorted, her hair is plastered across her face and she’s waving madly too.
Then, just when it feels like it’s never going to stop, there’s a yank and the air rush stops. Everything slows down and my screams have stopped. Instead of falling we’re hanging, suspended on strings, and up above us a broad blue parachute is billowing across the sky. And I can hear Dan’s voice again.
‘That’s the ’chute out. Not long now. Would you like to do some twists and turns on the way down … or hold the parachute?’
He has to be joking me, make mine vanilla. ‘Straight down is fine … thanks all the same.’
It’s so relaxed, there’s even time to look around. Far below I can make out a tiny tractor ploughing a rectangle of field, cars zooming along a ribbon of road. There’s the cream rendered slab of the headquarters, and minutes to admire the logo in shades of blue, painted on the roof. There’s even time to see my shiny new Audi, its flinty metallic paint glinting, on its own at the far end of the car park where it won’t get bashed. A gleam of sunlight reflects off the driver’s window straight into my eyes – that has to be a good omen. Tash acing it as the supportive sister, perched on a straw bale at the edge of the gazebo in her pale blue mac, one arm around her children, Tiddlywink and Wilf, the other holding her phone up to the sky.
