Snowflakes at Mistletoe Cottage
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Katie Ginger. Snowflakes at Mistletoe Cottage
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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
Chapter One
Chapter Two
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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