Title: High Hopes Series: Standalone Author: Sue Lilley Publisher: Sue Lilley Cover Artist: Humble Nations Release Date: April 19, 2016 Romance Genre(s): Contemporary Words: 60,000 View on Goodreads
About the Book
Blurb“It was one stolen night. He was my soulmate and I’d never felt more alive. I couldn’t tell him I got pregnant. It would’ve ruined everything. But now his daughter wants to meet him and I need to make things right.” Another tear escaped down her cheek. “Everybody’s going to hate me.” Three friends are rocked when a 20-year secret blows their world apart. Steamy, passionate, and unpredictable. If you like sizzling love triangles you won’t want to miss it. Grace has kept her heart-breaking secret for twenty years – a love child she gave up for adoption. She was a penniless student - how could she raise a baby alone? Then she receives a letter out of the blue. Her long-lost daughter is searching for answers. Her two best friends are married and don’t know one of them is the girl’s father. If Grace confesses now, the marriage will be destroyed and it will surely be the end of their lifelong friendship. But what choice does Grace have? Set in the wilds of Poldark-country – the stormy cliffs and windswept beaches of picturesque Cornwall – an engrossing saga filled with suspense, simmering jealousy and heartbreak. Can a future be built on the quicksand of secrets and lies? Surely there can be no second chances when three friends discover they don’t know each other at all.
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About Sue Lilley
Author BioDescribed as an exciting new voice in Women’s Fiction, Sue Lilley lives in the north east of England, when she isn’t escaping somewhere else in her imagination. She is often found eavesdropping for inspiration. Her first two novels were well received. Another Summer is “an alluring example of its genre”. High Hopes is “a story that holds immense appeal for readers who like plots containing sizzling love triangles.” She is hard at work on her third novel.
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Gypsy hair tangled with salt from his swim, Danny could be a poster guy for a cool brand of jeans. He had to stoop to kiss his grandmother, such a tiny woman her canvas apron swamped her. Stupid to mind he hadn’t kissed Grace goodbye, or introduced her. It wasn’t as if they were on the verge of a relationship.
So that was that. She had to forget about him now, especially as he was clearly impatient to see her drive away. She shoved the car into gear, aware of the incongruous Mercedes in a street barely wide enough for two cars to pass.
The haphazard grey cottages squatted on the slope as if they’d slithered towards the sea in the aftermath of a storm. The shutters were mostly the colour of clotted cream, flanked by pots and hanging baskets, bursting with geraniums. Why did she want to cry about that?
She couldn’t face going back to Penrowan with her tail between her legs. Sober now, she couldn’t face Sam after Dixie’s bombshell yesterday. Getting drunk with Dixie seemed to have brought them closer but now she was doubly wary of causing Dixie more hurt. Far from oiling the wheels to reveal her own secret, the night out had been the perfect excuse to avoid talking at all.
She drove into the heart of Perranstone village, imagining smugglers and romantic derring-do as soon as she saw the quaint rustic charm of the fishermen’s cottages. Working homes next door to holiday lets, the higgledy-piggledy Lego houses had been transformed by fresh coats of ice-cream paint. Tiny shops selling fish caught that morning, stood alongside postcards and buckets and spades. There was a new addition since the last time she’d been there, a chic boutique hotel converted from the shell of a bonded warehouse. Clearly the village was on the up.
Shading her eyes from the glow of the early evening sun, she got out at the harbour wall and wandered around the horseshoe quay. The tide was coming in. The myriad boats bobbed on the swell, making ready with pots and nets to prolong years of family tradition.
Too wistful to notice where she was walking, she came upon a house she recognised from the adverts she’d viewed on-line. It had been empty for a long time, by the looks of it. Even the estate agent’s sign was faded and blistered. But who’d be daft enough to buy somewhere so haphazard? It looked the sort of place where you’d cook in summer and freeze in winter, even if you made it up the mossy steps without breaking an ankle. Yet the salty tang of the sea, the screech of the gulls in the harbour and the yearning evoked by the busy little boats made it somehow compelling.
How could she be nostalgic about something she’d never had? It was plain ridiculous to hanker after a rose-tinted future with her daughter in the centre. They hadn’t even met yet. Who’s to say she’d even take to Grace, never mind forgive her? And what about the parents who’d loved her for over twenty years? Where exactly could Grace fit in…?