Today is my turn on the Blog Blitz for this wonderful heartwarming festive treat from Nancy Barone. Thank you to the team at Aria Fiction inviting me to take part, and for my copy of the ebook in exchange for my honest and unbiased review.
Book Description
Rosie Anderson was hoping to whisk her young son Danny away for a lovely Christmas with family, far from the hustle and bustle of her life in London. But then her boss at the head office – aka Susan the Sacker – suddenly assigns her to go in incognito and save a tiny inn in Cornwall from being closed permanently. Rosie doesn't know why The Old Bell Inn is performing so badly but it's on her to sort it out!
Hours in the car later, Rosie arrives at the inn to find she's been double booked – there are no rooms left. And she isn't there for more than a minute before she's butting heads with the manager, Irishman Mitchell Fitzpatrick. He seems to dislike her on sight, so it's confusing that he seems to get on so well with Danny... But if he's as terrible as his reputation, Rosie will have to be the one to fire him.
This really isn't the Christmas Rosie was dreaming of. But maybe, just maybe, it could be a whole lot more...
A sweet and uplifting Christmas romance, No Room at the Little Cornish Inn is perfect for fans of Philippa Ashley, Holly Martin and Jenny Hale.
This was such a heartwarming and uplifting read that I loved from beginning to end.
I really enjoyed getting to know Rosie and her wonderful son Danny. The two of them have such a tight bond and you understand why Rosie was hoping to have the perfect Christmas this year.
The setting of the Inn sounds beautiful and a wonderful place to spend Christmas its just a shame for Rosie that she will there to work and not enjoy the break.
The staff at the Old Bell Inn are all a great team and make up such an important part of the story especially the grumpy manager Mitchell Fitzpatrick.
It becomes clear as you read the book the reason that Mitchell is so grumpy and why the Inn is having problems.
I thought the romance in the book was just wonderful and very well written with plenty of twists and turns as the book progresses.
This is such a cosy and warming read that is perfect for the festive season.
Read on for a extract
Extract
O’er Hill and Dale
‘Mummy, why do you have to work over the Christmas holidays?’ Danny, my almost eight-year-old son, wants to know as we speed down the M3 towards Cornwall instead of Birmingham. ‘Can’t we go see Nana and Grandpa like we planned?’
The answer, my friend, is, unlike the famous song, not blowing in the wind, but actually blasting from my mobile phone in the form of the infamous and ominous The Ride of the Valkyries tune. It’s the ringtone I’ve assigned to the HR manager at Johnson Hotels Head Office, Susan Hearst – better known as Susan the Sacker.
I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s called since we left London, so I’m entitled to ignore her at least this once. I can always use the excuse that Cornwall has an iffy signal. Even the county border sign I’ve just sped past advises to – and I’m quoting here – remove my face from my phone because I won’t get a decent signal anyway.
I was hoping to have a lovely Christmas with my family and some old friends. Some good food, stops at the local bakery, time for reading a quality book by the fire. All the things that I don’t have time for in London and was really looking forward to this year. And thanks to her, none of it is going to happen.
Because, at the eleventh hour, she gave me an assignment without any alternative, implying that I could be up for promotion as manager if I sort out the Old Bell Inn in Cornwall. It has lost a star due to a cartload of bad reviews and recent cancellations, creating a big black splotch on the pristine reputation of Johnson Hotels who, in turn, are considering closing it.
I’m supposed to go in incognito, observe, find out what the problems are and report back. But if I don’t, it is, as Susan so politely put it, my ass out on the street. And if working during the holidays isn’t bad enough, the twenty-fourth of December, only three weeks away, is Danny’s eighth birthday.
My little boy shouldn’t have to spend his big day watching his mum work. He should be having a ginormous party with his friends and family in Birmingham. My parents are crushed we can’t be there this year, but they won’t show it so as not to make me feel bad. However, every now and then, they ask me to move back and work in their coach company. Taking care of Danny there would be a breeze, surrounded by my people. Aunt Milly alone would kill to have him to herself. So why do I keep saying ‘Thanks, but no thanks’? Why is it so important to me to be independent, when being independent is making me so miserable?
Published by Aria 5th November 2020
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Nancy Barone Wythe grew up in Canada, but at the age of 12 her family moved to Italy. Catapulted into a world where her only contact with the English language was her old Judy Blume books, Nancy became an avid reader and a die-hard romantic. Nancy stayed in Italy and, despite being surrounded by handsome Italian men, she married an even more handsome Brit. They now live in Sicily where she teaches English. Nancy is a member of the RWA and a keen supporter of the Women’s Fiction Festival at Matera where she meets up once a year with writing friends from all over the globe.
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