Snow Falls Over Starry Cove Read Online Nancy Barone

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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)

Emmie Weaver has it all – a handsome fiancé and students who love her. So why does she feel so lost?

When Emmie’s estranged grandfather dies, leaving her a barge in Starry Cove, it’s a welcome chance to hit pause. But as soon as she arrives in the Cornish village, it’s clear this won’t be the relaxing break she was expecting. Her grandmother wants nothing to do with her and Jago Moon, a handsome yet hostile town bad boy, is inexplicably determined to not let her boat touch water.
Christmas is fast approaching and so is her wedding date. Can Emmie stay long enough to see snow fall over Starry Cove? And will finding out about her past help her decide her future?

A sweet and uplifting Christmas romance, Snow Falls Over Starry Cove is perfect for fans of Philippa Ashley, Holly Martin and Jenny Hale.



Twenty years ago

‘Jago Moon!’ the old man called across the glistening cove, his voice echoing over the deserted waves. ‘You get back here with my granddaughter right now!’

Huddled behind a rock at the far end of the inlet, young Jago and Miranda tried to stifle their giggles.

‘No more games! Jago!’ Nano tried again. ‘You know you’re the only person I trust her with!’

At that, Jago peeked round the corner to see Nano scratching his head, face crumpled against the Cornish morning sun, and his heart lurched with guilt. Nano had always been kind to him. He’d been the father he’d never had.

‘My word, if you’ve taken her out on my barge again, I’ll personally kick you all the way down the coast!’

‘Enough, Miranda,’ Jago said, his heart softening as he moved to spring up. ‘He’s getting really worried now…’

‘It’s fine!’ Miranda hissed, grabbing him by the wrist. ‘We’re just having a bit of fun.’

Biting his lip, Jago looked over at his old friend, who was now negotiating the boulders blocking his path. ‘I don’t want to upset him, with his heart troubles and all. Let’s go.’

‘Not yet,’ Miranda commanded. ‘Kiss me again first…’

Jago glanced down at the love of his young life and felt his heart melt instantly. There was nothing he could refuse her.

Shaking his head in defeat, Nano exhaled heavily, the rocks too much of a barrier. ‘One day the two of you will be the death of me…’ Nano muttered to himself as, resigned, he turned and headed back up alone to the village of Starry Cove.


Unrequited Love

Present Day, Monday, 7th November


‘Yes, Beth?’

‘What does unrequited love mean?’

Terrific question. I take off my reading glasses and place them on my desk, blinking at my Year 7 English literature class.

‘Does anyone want to have a go at answering?’ I ask the sea of blank faces.

Not a clue. Good for them. No one should know a thing about it. But I happen to be an expert in this field. The unrequited bit, I mean. I don’t know how many crushes I’ve had in my twenty-seven years of life, or how many times I’ve fallen desperately in love without any chance of success. None of my relationships have ever lasted beyond a month. The phrase ‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ was a dead cert in my case. But now I’m engaged to Stephen Stone, my headmaster at Boynton Academy, the expression ‘sleeping with the boss’ assumes a whole new meaning.

Not that there had been much of that going on lately. Blame it on the stress of my job or the stress of his job, but since we got engaged, things have been getting a little stale. Let’s just say that we never had been swinging from the chandeliers in the first place. But there’s always hope, right?

Because at this particular moment in his career, Stephen and I are just like employer and employee. You’d think he’d make an effort to duck out of a meeting for just one minute to call and say hi, but no. He’s one of those staunch workaholics who gladly spend all waking hours in their chair and have to be pried kicking and screaming from their desk.

I started out that way, too. There was nothing I loved more than teaching English literature to my students and working at Boynton. But lately—

‘Miss?’ Beth prompts me as the class’s attention is now piqued by the fact that their English teacher is stumped by a simple question.

I clear my throat. ‘Well, uhm, unrequited love means that they don’t love you back, no matter what you do. That’s what it means.’ But as far as the word love on its own is concerned, I’m a bit confused myself.

Another blank look from my crowd. I should have stopped when their eyes glazed over and Joe nearly fell off his chair from chronic boredom. How can I get a man interested in talking about love when I can’t even get a boy interested in Much Ado About Nothing, which is a comedy to boot?