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#BlogTour #Extract Tremarnock Summer by Emma Burstall @EmmaBurstall ‏@HoZ_Books ‏

Today it’s my turn on the blog tour for Tremarnock Summer by Emma Burstall and I have a great extract for you to whet your appetites!!!

But first, here’s the blurb …

Tremarnock Summer: Love is in the air in a Cornish village (Tremarnock Series Book 3) by [Burstall, Emma]

Head of Zeus (30 May 2017)

Brand new from the bestselling author of Tremarnock and The Cornish Guest House.

Bramble Challoner has had a very normal upbringing. She lives in a semi in the suburbs of London with her parents and works at the call centre down the road. She still goes out with the boy she met at school. At weekends they stay in and watch films on the telly and sometimes hold hands. Bramble is dying for an adventure.

So when her very grand grandfather, Lord Penrose, dies, leaving his huge, rambling house in Cornwall to her, Bramble packs her bags immediately, dragging along her best friend Katie. The sleepy village of Tremarnock had better be ready for its newest residents…

Extract …

Lowenna made contented sucking noises as they trundled up South Street, Liz pushing the buggy with one hand and holding on to her own ice cream in the other. The little girl would be a shocking mess by the time they reached home, but it didn’t matter; her clothes could go straight in the wash after she’d settled down for a nap. They passed by Robert’s restaurant, A Winkle in Time, on the other side of the cobbled street, and Liz took care not to catch the eye of customers still sitting at tables beneath the window, enjoying a late lunch. She and Lowenna must look like hillbillies and she didn’t particularly want her husband to see them, let alone clients and staff; not till they’d scrubbed up.

    Annie, the fitness trainer, was knocking on the door of Jenny Lambert’s pink terrace house, Gull Cottage, and she turned and smiled at Lowenna, who brandished her ice cream proudly. Annie was small and pretty and her blonde hair was tied back in two girlish plaits.

    ‘Mm. Nice lolly. Lucky Lowie!’ she said in an excited baby voice as Jenny, who was normally in jeans and wellington boots, emerged in an old orange T-shirt, somewhat unbecoming purple Lycra leggings and bright-white trainers. They must have been brand new. She slammed the door behind her and Liz could hear Sally, her Jack Russell, yapping desperately inside.

    ‘I’ve persuaded Jenny to come to my Mature Movers class,’ Annie explained. She and her boyfriend, Nathan, the postman, had gone travelling earlier in the year, but after various escapades involving gippy tummies, mosquitoes and stolen wallets, they’d come home early, concluding that Tremarnock was the only place for them after all.

    Jenny pulled a face. ‘I can’t pretend I’m looking f

orward to it. I was hopeless at sports at school. Walking’s more my thing.’ She laughed. ‘And dreaming up a hundred and one things to do with a courgette.’

    As well as helping her husband, John, run the village fishing-tackle shop on the seafront, Jenny was hub leader of the South East Cornwall Five Fishes Project, set up some months ago to provide hot meals for the poor and vulnerable using recycled food, mainly from shops and supermarkets.

    Robert had offered to donate remains from A Winkle in Time, especially fresh fruit and vegetables that wouldn’t pass muster in fancy dishes but that could easily be made into tasty, nutritious stews, tarts, crumbles and so forth, and soon Jenny had roped in Liz on Tuesday mornings as a volunteer chef, server and greeter. She, in turn, had recruited Robert’s chief chef, Alex, sous-chef, Jesse, and waitress, Loveday, who was Robert’s niece, on their days off, which made things a whole lot more fun. It had become quite a family affair.

    Jenny, who was small, blonde and round, fiddled with the waistband of her leggings, as if they were digging into her tummy.

    ‘Don’t worry, the class is quite gentle,’ Annie reassured her. Then, glancing at Liz, she said, ‘I’m starting a BuggyFit class for mums and babies in September. You should come along.’

    ‘I’d love to. I need toning up.’

    ‘You?’ said Jenny incredulously. ‘You’re as thin as a rake!’

    The foursome paused at the top of the hill while a large group of brightly dressed mums, dads and children sauntered by in the middle of the road, talking and laughing, flip-flops slapping as they went. Some of the kids were swinging masks, snorkels and fins, others had gaudy armbands and one small boy was carrying a bright-green inflatable crocodile that was almost as big as himself.

    A car tooted impatiently and the crowd separated to allow it through.

    ‘What’s the hurry?’ the small boy shouted cheekily from behind his crocodile, but the driver’s windows were closed.

    ‘They’re renting the Old School House in Donkey Lane,’ Jenny commented. ‘The whole lot of them – must be a bit of a squash.’

    ‘I hope they don’t complain about Loveday and Jesse,’ said Liz. ‘They’re having a do tomorrow night and we all know what that means.’

    Much to everyone’s relief, Loveday and Jesse had rekindled their relationship after a major crisis, and they were now sharing a rented flat next door to the Old School House, which seemed to have become Party Central.

    One of the visiting children grabbed the crocodile off the boy, who screamed blue murder while his mother yelled back like a fishwife.

    ‘Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,’ Jenny replied, putting her fingers in her ears and wincing. ‘This lot are so loud they won’t hear a thing!’

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About the author 

Emma Burstall

Tremarnock Summer is the latest in my Cornish series, set in a fictional seaside fishing village. Fortunately for me, the research involves making frequent trips to my favourite part of South East Cornwall, going on long walks along the cliffs, eating cream teas and chatting with locals in cosy, out-of-the-way pubs. Not exactly a hardship.
My previous novels are Tremarnock, The Cornish Guest House, (Tremarnock 1 and 2), The Darling Girls, Never Close Your Eyes and Gym and Slimline. They’re very different stories, but all are warm, heartfelt tales about women, love, life, relationships and families, so maybe they’re not that dissimilar after all.
I studied English at Cambridge University before becoming a journalist for local and national newspapers and women’s magazines. I live with my husband in South West London and we have three children and two fat cats called Pablo and Dolly. As well as visiting Cornwall, I like reading (a lot) and running in Richmond Park with my friends (slowly).
Please visit my website at http://www.emmaburstall.com

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