Fern Britton 3-Book Collection: The Holiday Home, A Seaside Affair, A Good Catch
A collection of the latest brilliant Sunday Times bestsellers from Fern Britton.THE HOLIDAY HOMEEach year, the Carew sisters embark on their yearly trip to the family holiday home, Atlantic House, set on a picturesque Cornish cliff.Constance, loving wife to philandering husband Greg, has always been outwitted by her manipulative sibling Prudence, but this year she’s finally had enough.When an old face reappears on the scene, years of simmering resentments reach boiling point, but little do the women know that a long-buried secret is about to crawl out of the woodwork . . .A SEASIDE AFFAIRWhen the residents of the Cornish seaside town of Trevay discover that their much-loved theatre is about to be closed, they are up in arms. It falls to hotshot producer and vicar’s wife Penny Leighton to devise a rescue plan, and she starts to pull in some serious favours.The town is soon deluged by actors, all keen to take part in a charity season at the theatre. One of the new supporters is Jess Tate, girlfriend of TV heartthrob Ryan Hearst. His career is on the rise while her own is in the doldrums. But everything is about to change. Trevay must put on the show of its life – can the villagers, and Jess, hold on to the thing they love the most?A GOOD CATCHBeautiful Greer Clovelly is used to getting her own way. She’s been in love with Jesse Behenna since her first day at school and she’s determined that one day, they’ll be married.Loveday Carter loves Jesse too. But living in the shadow of her friend has become a way of life, and she knows that what Greer wants, she usually gets.Jesse, caught in the middle, faces an agonising choice. And what about his best friend Mickey, who worships the ground that Loveday walks on?As the dark clouds start to gather the four friends find themselves weathering a storm – one that has the power to sink them all . . .
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FERN BRITTON: 3-BOOK COLLECTION
The Holiday Home
A Seaside Affair
A Good Catch
Fern Britton
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2016
Copyright © Fern Britton 2013, 2014, 2015
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Fern Britton asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: : 9780007468553; 9780007468584; 9780007562954
Ebook Edition © May 2016 ISBN: 9780008160104
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FERN BRITTON
The Holiday Home
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
First published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2013
Copyright © Fern Britton 2013
Cover design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2014
Illustration © Robyn Neild
Author photograph © Neil Cooper
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780007468539
Ebook Edition © 2013 ISBN: 9780007468553
Version: 2017-11-21
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Atlantic House 1988
THE HUSK OF A DEAD FLY LAY DRY AND BRITTLE on the sun-bleached oak window sill.
The house was silent and empty in the drowsiness of the bright spring morning. If its almost three-hundred-year-old walls harboured any memories of previous occupants, the weddings and wakes, conceptions and christenings that had taken place here, there was no sign. Where rich brocade curtains had once hung from the tall windows, there clung trailing cobwebs. The days when handsome young men in tight breeches and high-collared frock coats had wooed maidens in muslin dresses were a thing of the past. Maybe the rustle of petticoats along the top landing could still be heard, but only by the tattered moths. In the musty bedrooms, patches of insidious damp crept ever outward, their spread unobserved and unchecked. In the cellars, the dark, dank, seaweed-scented stone walls were covered in a glistening silvery scrawl, marking the passage of slugs and snails. The worn steps, hewn out of the rocky floor, descended into darkness and the sound of the waves lapping against the walls of a natural cave beneath the house. On moonless nights, two hundred years ago, smugglers would time their arrival for high tide, steering their vessels through the opening in the rocks on the beach where the waves surged in, on into the torchlit cavern where their cargo of contraband brandy, tobacco and lace would be unloaded, away from the prying eyes of the revenue men. Only the odd holidaymaker ventured into the cave nowadays, but a rockfall twenty metres from the beach entrance prevented them from reaching the forgotten cave. The sea, however, continued as it always had done, ebbing and flowing into the recesses below Atlantic House.
