The Little Cornish Kitchen: A heartwarming and funny romance set in Cornwall
‘Beautifully crafted and wrapped in romance’ Heidi SwainIt's time to come home to Cornwall With an exiting new life in Paris, Clemmie Hamilton isn't looking forward to heading home to the picturesque but sleepy village of St Aidan, Cornwall. However, when she discovers that the cosy apartment by the sea, which her grandmother left to her, is under threat from neighbour and property developer, Charlie Hobson, Clemmie realises she can't abandon her home in its time of need.With her childhood friends encouraging her, Clemmie decides to turn the apartment into 'The Little Cornish Kitchen' – a boutique pop up pudding club raising money for the repairs to the building in an effort to stop Charlie once and for all. But when Charlie and his easy charm won't seem to go away, everything soon becomes even messier than the state of Clemmie's Cornish kitchen…Why readers love The Little Cornish Kitchen:‘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 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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First published in Great Britain in ebook format by HarperImpulse 2018
Copyright © Jane Linfoot 2018
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Source ISBN: 9780008260682
Ebook Edition © 2018 ISBN: 9780008260675
Version: 2018-09-24
‘Just like the perfect wedding cake, Cupcakes and Confetti is beautifully crafted and wrapped in romance’
Heidi Swain, bestselling author of The Cherry Tree Cafe
‘A pure delight … fabulous, fun and unforgettable’
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‘Simply stunning’
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Contents
Copyright
Praise for Jane Linfoot
Dedication
Epigraph
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Clemmie and Laura’s Recipes from The Little Cornish Kitchen
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Publisher
“You know, Adelie penguins, they spend their whole lives looking for that one other penguin and when they meet them, they know. And they spend the rest of their lives together.”
Josie Geller, Never Been Kissed.
The Deck Gallery, St Aidan, Cornwall
Siren song and crashing waves
Wednesday
‘Would you like some mini macaroons to go with your complementary samples?’
The biscuits on the platter I’m holding out to guests are shades of sea blue and lavender, and I’m down to my last few. As I was the one who spent the afternoon in my brilliant friend Sophie’s farmhouse kitchen, sandwiching soft buttercream filling into so many hundreds of them I lost count, I already know how delicious they are. They’re a perfect complement to the products we’re here to celebrate, and so light I bet you could easily eat a dozen and still feel you’d like more. Although Sophie, whose event this is, stopped me before I tested that theory to the max. At times, she was watching me so closely she might as well have done the job herself. But with my serious lack of cooking skills I can hardly blame her. It’s not my fault, I just haven’t ever had a kitchen of my own to practise in. It’s no secret. If I come within a yard of a Magimix it’s more likely to result in a blitzkrieg than a bake off.
As Sophie glides in behind me she hisses in my ear. ‘You’re doing a fab job, Clemmie, almost onto the fun bit now, I owe you for this.’ Hopefully she means we’re almost at the part where it becomes party rather than work.
‘You’re not joking there.’ I laugh and take my chance to down another raspberry vodka in a pretty flowery tea cup and snaffle a macaroon to soak it up. Then I brush the crumbs off my boob shelf. If you’d told me when I flew in from Paris yesterday that within twenty-four hours, I’d be out in public dressed as a mermaid I might have got straight back on the plane. But the more cocktails I have the less I care about the public humiliation. Three hours into the event I’ve almost forgotten I look like I’ve got a tail rather than legs.
