Making Waves at Penvennan Cove by Linn B. Halton
Publication date: 14th October 2021
About the Book:
For once, things are going well for thirty-year-old Kerra Shaw. She has a fulfilling job helping small businesses in the local community, she is within a few minutes’ walk of all the people she loves best, and most importantly, she has finally got together with her childhood sweetheart, Ross.
It’s not all plain sailing, though, because they have to keep their relationship a secret. The feud between their families still rages on, and Kerra doesn’t want to pour fuel on its flame and risk losing everything.
But Kerra should know better than anyone that secrets don’t stay hidden for long in a community like Penvennan Cove…
An uplifting and feel-good romance novel for fans of Lucy Coleman, Jessica Redland and Lisa Hobman.
About the Author:
From interior designer to author, when Linn B. Halton’s not writing, or spending time with the family, she’s either upcycling furniture or working in the garden. Linn won the 2013 UK Festival of Romance: Innovation in Romantic Fiction award; her novels have been short-listed in the UK’s Festival of Romance and the eFestival of Words Book Awards. Living in Coed Duon in the Welsh Valleys with her ‘rock’, Lawrence, and gorgeous Bengal cat Ziggy, she freely admits she’s an eternal romantic. Linn is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and the Society of Authors. Linn writes feel-good, uplifting novels about life, love and relationships.
Follow Head of Zeus:
- Wishful Thinking
In hindsight, coming home to Penvennan Cove was the easy part. It’s the entanglement with the past that is making my life increasingly difficult with each passing day. While Dad is my number-one supporter, in an ironic twist of fate he is fast becoming my number-one problem.
‘That’s a big frown you’re wearing today, Kerra.’ The voice of my neighbour, Drew Matthews, seems to come out of nowhere as I step out onto the pavement outside of Pascoe’s Café and Bakery.
Clutching a waxed paper bag in my hand, I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. ‘It’s one of those days, I’m afraid. And when I’m in need of comfort food, this is where I come for the best hevva cake.’
‘I’m sorry to hear it, but thanks for the heads-up as it’s something I haven’t tried yet. If you can hang on while I pick up a pasty for lunch, I’ll walk back with you.’
‘Okay. Don’t rush. It’s bracing out, but I could do with a little fresh air to clear my head.’
As Drew makes his way inside Pascoe’s, I cross the road towards the low, stone wall on the far side of the council cark park. Gazing out over the beach, I see that it’s a cold, murky, inhospitable morning and even the seagulls have been driven inland. The sea, too, is a dirty shade of grey, and on the horizon it’s hard to tell where the water ends and the sky begins. It looks as grim as my mood. I scuff the pavement with the toe of my shoe. A fine layer of gritty sand is swirled around by the wind every time it gusts, creating curious, snake-like trails.
Stooping down, I perch on the uneven surface of the stone wall to look back at the picturesque cluster of buildings that is the heart of Penvennan Cove. The café and bakery has the prime position, situated on the large corner plot at the bottom of the long hill that leads up to the village. Out of sight, just beyond the bend, is what must qualify as one of the tiniest newsagent’s shops in Cornwall. But it’s been here for as long as I can remember, and Gryff still sells loose sweets. The old-fashioned screw-lid jars line the wall behind the counter and there’s something for everyone.
I watch as Drew strides towards me, stuffing a bag into the pocket of his coat before buttoning it up to the top. This wind seems to get into every little nook and cranny, and it feels more like winter, than autumn.
‘Do you fancy a walk along the beach before we make our way back? I think we’ve seen the worst of storm Alexa now, thank goodness.’ Drew grins at me. ‘The choice is yours.’
‘Why not? I’ve been working online since five this morning and, like Alexa, I’m running out of steam.’
Jumping up I fall in alongside Drew. Tall, with dark brown curly hair, he’s one of those people you can count on in an emergency, or a listening ear if you’re in need of one. We hit it off from day one when I returned home in April and took up residence in Pedrevan Cottage, which is attached to Drew’s beautifully named Tigry Cottage.
‘Why the long face? I thought you and Ross were getting on well.’
The wind catches my hair and I use my free hand to scoop it away from my eyes. ‘We are, in a low-key, inconspicuous manner,’ I reply, labouring the word.