Today I’m taking part in the blog blitz for A Stargazy Night Sky. The book sounds lovely but unfortunately I wasn’t able to review due to time constraints. However, I do have an extract to share, which the author has kindly sent, and that is below with the book details as usual.
Starry autumn nights are bringing a rare celestial event and exciting new guests to the shores of the sleepy hotel Penmarrow.
Maisie is happy to be back among its staff, even with the question of its future ownership still in the air and the fate of her unpublished manuscript soon to be in the hands of London acquisitions editors. More than anything else, she’s happy to finally be in a relationship with Sidney Daniels, the sparks between them no longer denied. She’s excited for the future and things couldn’t be better with regards to romance … except for those lingering little questions about Sidney’s uncertain past, that is.
Meanwhile, the staff at the Penmarrow is tasked with hosting a special celestial conference where stargazers are gathering for a glimpse of the much-anticipated comet. The ever-timid maid Molly is flustered by the return of charming astronomer George and seems to need a little advice on how to rekindle the spark they shared last autumn. Hotel porters Gomez and Riley vie for the attentions of a mysterious female guest, the eccentric ‘Megs’ Buntly pays another visit, and a dramatic revelation about someone on staff will leave Maisie and everyone else reeling from the unexpected news. Is this the moment for the revelation Maisie has been waiting for since her Cornish journey began?
Brimming with humor, romance, and the kind of surprises its fans have come to expect, the seventh book in the series brings a twist at the end that’s sure to leave readers excited — and anxious — for the conclusion of Maisie’s original gorgeous Cornish adventure.
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A huge thank you to Sandra for letting me share with her readers about my new romance book. The seventh instalment in my Cornish romance series, it is titled A Stargazy Night Sky and continues the adventures of amateur author Maisie Clark as she finds romance, excitement, and surprises working at the opulent hotel Penmarrow. In the following scene, Maisie navigates a phone conversation with her mom involving both her would-be novel and her relationship with handsome groundskeeper Sidney Daniels.
I had promised to collect a tin of breakfast tea and some marmalade to restock Sonia’s cupboards, so I decided to make good on it by taking the long way to the hotel by route of the village. The crossroads of Sonia’s wooded lane connected to a shady street of domestic tranquility a short distance from the vicarage where Sidney’s shed was located. Its gate was propped open, and I could see past the trimmed hedges to where his pack of mongrels lay snoozing, but the door to the work shed was closed and the jeep was gone.
My ring tone for home sounded, much to my surprise, since reception was generally spotty in this neighborhood. I answered it. “Hi, Mom.”
“Are you working?”
“Walking,” I answered. “I’m on my way there, but I have a few errands first.”
“Not hopping on a jet for some far-off location?”
“Ha, ha,” I answered, sarcastically. “That’s almost as funny as the first time you used it.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No,” I answered ruefully. “My behavior deserves some questions from a mom’s perspective, so who am I to judge?” Leaping from California to Cornwall, then bouncing to Paris and London and back, without warning and without any clear concept of whether I was staying or going each time — I deserved to be ribbed over my compass’s rogue needle.
“So is there any news about your book? I’ve been dying to ask, but I wanted to give it some time, since these things don’t happen overnight.”
“Let’s see. Two rejections, two replies of silence. Three to go.” I didn’t count Arnold in the mix as a distant hope, and I had kept Helen’s offer a secret for fear of getting someone else’s hopes up.
“Always. But I know that my novel’s destiny may be a slush pile, so I’m preparing myself.”
“Your novel, maybe. But you — never.” My mother’s confidence was that of my stout defender, which I had appreciated more than once when life delivered an inevitable kick. I would probably be needing it soon, when the last email arrived and I was facing my next decision about the book’s fate.
“Thanks, Mom.” I scuffed my sneaker along a rough pavement edge at the curb crossing.
“Any big plans this week?” she asked. “Are you going to view the comet? You’re in one of the best places for it, if the map I saw on the news was accurate.”
“I think I might,” I answered.
“With Sidney, I assume?” The emphasis was entirely my mom’s, now that I had mentioned him often enough to arouse that special ‘boy watch’ radar.
“Probably,” I answered, being coy.
“I need to know more about him if I’m going to give him the mom stamp of approval.”
“You didn’t give that to my last boyfriend, and you met him in the flesh once,” I answered.
“He didn’t deserve it. Besides, this one is different. I can tell already, and before you say anything, remember that I’ve known you since you were a single cell organism.”
“All right, I’ll compile a dossier on him during my free afternoon, after I come back from Newquay.”
“You didn’t mention this upcoming trip before.” A tiny hint of suspicion in my mom’s voice. “Is this some place special?”
“Relax, I’m not going there permanently, just taking a quick day trip,” I said, skipping the fact I was seeing the ex who failed to secure her approval.
“That’s what you said last time. And the time before, Maisie.”
“Oops, gotta go. Bye Mom.” I disconnected the call before she could remind me of the time before that, whatever it was.
Laura Briggs is the author of several feel-good romance reads, including the Top 100 Amazon UK seller ‘A Wedding in Cornwall’. She has a fondness for vintage style dresses (especially ones with polka dots), and reads everything from Jane Austen to modern day mysteries. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with family and friends, caring for her pets, gardening, and seeing the occasional movie or play.
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