Summer at West Sands Guest House: A perfect feel good, uplifting romantic comedy

Summer at West Sands Guest House: A perfect feel good, uplifting romantic comedy
Maggie Conway

Molly Adams is ready to head to West Sands. Molly Adams is in need of a change. She hates her job, dislikes her house and now her husband’s left her. But an opportunity to head to West Sands Guest House could be just what she needs.Packing her bags and heading to the east coast of Scotland for a few weeks is the perfect remedy for her broken heart, especially when she comes face to face with the dashing Tom Kennedy, resident pro-golfer and all-round dreamboat.Molly and Tom may have a spark but both have pasts to overcome, and time is running out before Molly has to head back to the life she left behind.Will they be able to fall in love this summer?Praise for Winter at West Sands Guest House…‘A great Christmas read.’ Grace at Good’n’Ready-y‘Pick this wonderful book up’ Amazon Customer‘It was heartwarming’ BananaTricky

Summer at West Sands Guest House

MAGGIE CONWAY

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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018

Copyright © Maggie Conway 2018

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E-book Edition © July 2018 ISBN: 9780008296568

Version: 2018-07-09

Table of Contents

Cover (#u6c4d6bf4-341d-5770-a956-127822fab777)

Title Page (#u1befc5ad-10c2-5e5a-b567-1d8fe4243260)

Copyright (#uba00f3c4-b8a6-51a2-9bda-acb562c24087)

Chapter One (#u95a878a2-eece-584a-ac0d-df6a95d47846)

Chapter Two (#u8d1093cc-4417-513a-bf17-79e3309a9648)

Chapter Three (#u6be7bd7c-732f-5296-8616-f8dabc75f1f7)

Chapter Four (#u22cb923f-a0ec-59cc-a792-507c05ab35b7)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

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About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by Maggie Conway (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#u4dc94918-7dda-514b-b347-eab19c4d6d61)

Molly Adams peered into the bottom of the laundry basket. The few items of clothing barely warranted a whole wash cycle but she reached down and bundled them into the machine anyway. She didn’t want anything lying about tomorrow, least of all her dirty washing.

A surprising array of internet recipes and supermarket meals for one had taken care of her eating but laundry for one had taken her by surprise, an unexpected consequence of her husband leaving her.

Standing in the small utility room, she let out a sigh. With its integrated appliances and fitted shelves, she’d always quite liked the warmth and cocoon-like feel of the small space and she stood for a few moments almost reluctant to move. The silence of the house was driving her mad and even the gurgling and slurping of the washing machine was welcome.

Funny, it had been the laundry basket – or at least its contents – that had first alerted her. She could still recall the moment her insides had shifted uneasily as the unfamiliar scent wafting from her husband’s shirt assaulted her senses. She had placed the shirt in the washing machine, setting the dial to the highest temperature – totally unsuitable for the luxury two-ply fabric Colin favoured. Part of her had hoped the shirt might disintegrate in the wash. Perhaps if she destroyed the evidence, they could carry on as normal. Except deep down, she had known normal wasn’t good. She had noticed a brightness in her husband’s eyes, a spring in his step that she knew wasn’t of her making.

She hadn’t confronted him immediately, hadn’t been in a particular hurry to have the conversation that might end their five-year marriage. Because although she had wondered about the state of their marriage for some time, she certainly hadn’t expected her husband’s infidelity to bring it to an ignominious end. She needed to live with the notion that her husband was having an affair, to bolster herself for what she knew was surely to come. She thought she should be rallying herself to put up a fight to save their marriage, except she wasn’t sure exactly what she would be fighting for.

She had tried to pinpoint the moment their lives seemed to have veered in different directions. Molly had known Colin was driven but it wasn’t until after they were married that she realised just how ambitious he really was. It seemed with every step he took up the corporate ladder he also took a step further away from her.

Molly supposed she’d always been more of a dreamer, not just in her career but in life generally. She liked to view the future as an unknown quantity, new things to discover, surprises still to come. Colin on the other hand was a planner and liked to look ahead – preferably with a spreadsheet involved. She began to feel caught in his tailwind, always trying to keep up with him.