Cooking Up Christmas

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Katie Ginger. Cooking Up Christmas

About the Author

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Snowflakes at Mistletoe Cottage. Katie Ginger

Chapter 1. London

Chapter 2. Sandchester

Chapter 3. Sandchester

Chapter 4. Sandchester

Chapter 5. London

Chapter 6. Sandchester

Chapter 7. Sandchester

Grandma’s Kitchen

Grandma’s Kitchen

Chapter 8. Sandchester

Chapter 9. London

Chapter 10. London

Chapter 11. Sandchester

Grandma’s Kitchen

Grandma’s Kitchen

Chapter 12. London

Chapter 13. Sandchester

Chapter 14. Sandchester

Chapter 15. Sandchester

Chapter 16. London

Chapter 17. Sandchester

Grandma’s Kitchen

Chapter 18. Sandchester

Chapter 19. Sandchester

Chapter 20. Sandchester

Chapter 21. Sandchester

Grandma’s Kitchen

Chapter 22. London

Chapter 23. Sandchester

Chapter 24. Sandchester

Chapter 25. Sandchester

Chapter 26. London

Chapter 27. Sandchester

Chapter 28. Sandchester

Chapter 29. Sandchester

Chapter 30. London. JANUARY

Chapter 31. Sandchester

Acknowledgements

Turn the page for an extract from another charming read from Katie Ginger, The Little Theatre on the Seafront…

Prologue

Chapter One

About the Publisher

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KATIE GINGER lives by the sea in the south-east of England, and apart from holidays to very hot places where you can sit by a pool and drink cocktails as big your head, she wouldn’t really want to be anywhere else. Snowflakes at Mistletoe Cottage is her third novel. She is also author of the Seafront series – The Little Theatre on the Seafront, shortlisted for the Katie Fforde Debut Novel of the Year award, and Summer Season on the Seafront.

When she’s not writing, Katie spends her time drinking gin, or with her husband, trying to keep alive her two children: Ellie, who believes everything in life should be performed like a musical number from a West End show; and Sam, who is basically a monkey with a boy’s face. And there’s also their adorable King Charles Spaniel, Wotsit (yes, he is named after the crisps!).

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Unbuttoning her heavy winter coat, she hung it on the rack then loosened her scarf, feeling drained and exhausted. Walking into the kitchen, she knew there was only one thing she could do to make herself feel better. Cook. She’d make Leo’s favourite meal. A nice thick, juicy steak, rare and pink in the middle, and a proper béarnaise sauce with lots of good French butter and fresh tarragon. She’d even make asparagus roasted with sea salt as a side dish. A small smile crept over Esme’s face as she searched the fridge for the ingredients but it was instantly replaced by a frown and cold teardrops on her cheeks. How could things have gone so badly wrong today? She shouldn’t have acted on impulse and marched in there. She should have waited and thought about what to do. Now she’d thrown her job away and her heart was filled with regret.

Leo got up from the sofa. ‘Esme, you’re home.’

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