Tracy
Corbett
The Summer Theatre by the Sea
A summer to remember…
Charlotte Saunders has always loved the buzz of city life. So, when she finds herself abruptly fired, dumped and forced to leave London to move
in with her sister Lauren in Cornwall, she thinks the world is ending.
To keep herself busy in the quiet coastal town, Charlotte agrees to help the local drama club. Designing sets for their performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, just for the summer, while she figures out her next career move. But could days at the beach, new friends and a dashingly handsome doctor, change Charlotte’s mind? Suddenly Cornwall doesn’t look so boring after all…
The perfect summer romance for fans of Lucy Diamond and Rachel Lucas.
To keep herself busy in the quiet coastal town, Charlotte agrees to help the local drama club. Designing sets for their performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, just for the summer, while she figures out her next career move. But could days at the beach, new friends and a dashingly handsome doctor, change Charlotte’s mind? Suddenly Cornwall doesn’t look so boring after all…
The perfect summer romance for fans of Lucy Diamond and Rachel Lucas.
Excerpt
Lawrence sighed. He got up from behind his large
leather-topped desk, flicking away the tiniest smidgeon of dust from the lapel
of his jacket. ‘That’s as may be, but we need to work as a team here at Quality
Interiors. Power through such negativity and stop spilling each other’s beers.’
She failed to
understand his meaning.
He perched on the
corner of his desk. ‘Bottom line, we can’t afford to lose this client or risk
damaging the company’s reputation by engaging in a lawsuit. The negative publicity
would ruin us. And there’s no popularity in poverty.’
Was he misquoting
The Wolf of Wall Street? He must spend his evenings reading 101 Greatest Ever
Sales Quotes. Glancing down, she spotted the button on her suit jacket was
undone and quickly fastened it. ‘I agree.’
‘The client has
complained and it’s a legitimate complaint. The job doesn’t meet the spec. It’s
over budget and it’s late. I need to be seen taking action.’ He smiled, the
white of his teeth jarring with his sun-baked, all-year-round tan.
Thank goodness,
they were on the same page … Crikey, he had her using clichés now. ‘Quite
rightly.’
‘I’m glad you see
it that way, Charlie.’ He rested his hands in his lap.
She hated it when
he shortened her name … although right at that moment she certainly felt like a
right ‘charlie’.
Noticing her
reflection in the glass cabinet, she tucked a wayward dark curl behind her ear,
her natural waves defying the straighteners yet again. Not helpful when trying
to present a polished exterior. Why was she worrying about her appearance?
Focus, woman.
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