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Wedding Bells at Butterfly Cove: A heartwarming romantic read from bestselling author Sarah Bennett
Sarah Bennett
‘Delightfully romantic and touching.’ Phillipa AshleyA second chance by the sea?When Kiki Jackson’s marriage falls to pieces, there’s only one place that she knows she can escape to – her sister’s little guesthouse in Butterfly Cove.But she’s worried that turning up on bride-to-be Mia’s doorstep, especially with her two adorable children in tow, will spoil her sister’s imminent wedding plans!Luckily, handsome neighbour Aaron Spenser offers to share his new cottage with Kiki until she’s back on her feet. And as the wedding draws closer, Kiki realises that Butterfly Cove may be offering her little family more than just a new home…Maybe this is where her new life begins…?An uplifting and heartwarming read, perfect for fans of Trisha Ashley, Rachael Lucas and Hilary Boyd.Praise for Sarah Bennett’s Butterfly Cove series:‘A delightful and engaging read. An emotional journey I’ll never forget.’ Urban Book Reviews‘A sweet, feel-good contemporary romance…definitely sigh-worthy!’ My Humble Opinion‘I am already looking forward to my next trip to Butterfly Cove!’ Rachel’s Random Reads (top 1,000 Amazon reviewer)‘Let Butterfly Cove work its magic! Sarah Bennett has stepped firmly into my auto-buy box.’ Claire Robinson (Top Ten GoodReads Reviewer)
A second chance by the sea?
When Kiki Jackson’s marriage falls to pieces, there’s only one place she knows she can escape to – her sister’s little guesthouse in Butterfly Cove.
But she’s worried that turning up on bride-to-be Mia’s doorstep, especially with her two adorable children in tow, will spoil her sister’s imminent wedding plans!
Luckily, handsome neighbour Aaron Spenser offers to share his new cottage with Kiki until she’s back on her feet. And as the wedding draws closer, Kiki realises that Butterfly Cove may be offering her little family more than just a new home…
Maybe this is where her new life begins…?
An uplifting and heartwarming read, perfect for fans of Trisha Ashley, Rachael Lucas and Hilary Boyd.
Praise for Sarah Bennett (#ulink_0d18a18d-212f-5bbb-a6f1-e3829a5fe273)
‘There is a lovely warm and cosy feel to this book . . . I am already looking forward to my next trip to Butterfly Cove in the summer.’
– Rachel’s Random Reads (Top 500 Amazon Reviewer)
‘If novels written from the heart, drenched with love and warmth, are your ‘thing’, then Sunrise at Butterfly Cove by Sarah Bennett will be right up your street.’
– Hummingbird Reviews
‘Butterfly Cove has pretty much everything covered from friendship, new beginnings, loss, love and family. Full of charm, engaging and heartwarming, what more could you want!’
– Rae Reads
‘A real feel good book. I can’t wait for the next book to be released!’
– Miss S A Coles(Top 1000 Amazon Reviewer)
‘I have already pre-ordered the next two books; what does that tell you! I thoroughly enjoyed this story right from the first page and didn’t want it to end.’
– Janice Anderson(Amazon Reviewer)
‘What a brilliant read, thoroughly enjoyed every page! Found it very hard to put down, very much looking forward to the next book.’
– Jackie Goodship (Amazon Reviewer)
Wedding Bells at Butterfly Cove
Sarah Bennett
Contents
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Other Novels from Sarah Bennett
Sunrise at Butterfly Cove
SARAH BENNETT
has been reading for as long as she can remember. Raised in a family of bookworms, her love affair with books of all genres has culminated in the ultimate Happy Ever After – getting to write her own stories to share with others. Born and raised in a military family, she is happily married to her own Officer (who is sometimes even A Gentleman). Home is wherever he lays his hat, and life has taught them both that the best family is the one you create from friends as well as relatives.
When not reading or writing, Sarah is a devotee of afternoon naps and sailing the high seas, but only on vessels large enough to accommodate a casino and a choice of restaurants. Wedding Bells at Butterfly Cove is Sarah’s second novel for HQ Digital UK. The adventures of Kiki and her sisters began in Sunrise at Butterfly Cove, which isavailable now, and will conclude in Christmas at Butterfly Cove.
You can connect with her via twitter: @Sarahlou_writes or on Facebook: www.facebook.com/SarahBennettAuthor.
Well, here we are again! This book is for everyone who read Sunrise at Butterfly Cove and told me how much they wanted Kiki to get her own story. I hope I’ve done her (and Aaron) justice.
As ever, I couldn’t do this without the support of my husband. Thanks, bun x
My love and gratitude go to my mum, for everything x
To Charlotte and Rayha, who love Butterfly Cove as much as I do and really help make the stories shine – it’s a pleasure to work with you both.
To the other HQ Digital authors, thank you for your support. The laughter, the commiserations, and your unflagging support for each and every member of our literary family is amazing. Writing is a lonely business, but I’m never alone with you guys ready to lift me up.
And finally, my thanks to you, the reader. It’s such a pleasure to welcome you back to Butterfly Cove. I hope you’ll join me again soon when the sound of wedding bells will be replaced by jingle bells as we celebrate Christmas at Butterfly Cove.
For M. My very own happy ending.
Chapter One (#ulink_097c1a6b-a1d9-5063-bb2b-18eff2d25a9d)
May 2016
‘Mummy.’ The whispered voice next to her ear woke Kiki. She swam up through the layers of drowsiness, noting the darkness in the room, and wondered what time it was. ‘Mummy.’ A little shake of her shoulder added this time.
‘Matty? Is everything all right, darling?’ She matched his whisper, but it wasn’t enough to avoid disturbing Neil.
He rolled over with a grumble. ‘Whatever it is, take it somewhere else. I’ve got to be up in a couple of hours.’
Kiki slipped from beneath the quilt and used her toes to locate her slippers. After tucking her feet in the thin mules, she ushered her son towards the sliver of light shining from the landing. She pulled the bedroom door closed behind her, then crouched down to look at her beloved boy. Sweaty strands of dark-brown hair clung to his forehead and his cheeks shone with a feverish glow. He nibbled his bottom lip. ‘I didn’t mean to wake Daddy.’
The gleam of worry in his eyes stabbed her in the heart. Neil was perfectly capable of making everyone’s life a misery at the slightest provocation. She forced a smile as she smoothed the damp hair from his brow. ‘Don’t worry about that, he’ll be fast asleep again by now. Did you have a bad dream?’
Matty shook his head. ‘I don’t feel very—’ He cut himself off with a hand over his mouth and his whole body convulsed in a shuddering heave, sending a stream of vomit through his splayed fingers and down the front of them both. Tears of shock and upset glinted in his eyes and she scooped him up in her arms, swallowing down the echoing hitch in her own stomach.
She carried him quickly into the bathroom and just managed to settle him on his knees in front of the toilet before another gush of bitter-smelling liquid spewed forth. ‘Poor poppet. Poor darling,’ she murmured, rubbing circles on his back as he shivered and shook. The front of her nightdress clung damply to her body, but she pushed the unpleasant sensation to the back of her mind to focus on Matty. He gasped like a little fish out of water, swallowing and panting. She knew the pattern well. This was just a brief respite in the process.
‘Uh-oh,’ he muttered and lurched forward again. This would be the last of it now. Kiki stroked his hair until he subsided into breathy sobs, sinking down until his head rested on the cold rim of the toilet.
‘Better out than in, that’s what they say.’ She rose from her cramped position by his side to rinse her hands under the tap. Grabbing a dark-green flannel from the edge of the sink, she soaked it in cold water then bent down to turn Matty towards her. ‘Look up, darling.’
He lifted his pale little face and she held his chin in a light grip as she wiped the tears, sweat and other less pleasant things from his skin. A quick rinse of the cloth and she folded it into a square. ‘Hold this against your head a minute, can you?’ He nodded weakly and clutched the flannel with a shaky hand.
Confident he would be okay for a couple of minutes, she left him to go and check his bedroom and fetch some clean pyjamas. His bedding and carpet were mercifully clean and she sent up a silent prayer of thanks that at least she wasn’t faced with changing the sheets at… she glanced at the LEGO Batman clock on the dressing table and winced… three a.m. Pausing at the airing cupboard on the landing, she dug out a T-shirt and a pair of leggings for herself and returned to the bathroom. A quick change and a teeth-clean and they were both soon tucked into Matty’s single bed.
‘How’s your tummy now, still sore?’ She feathered her fingers through his silky-soft hair. The deep-brown strands matched her own, but his soulful blue eyes were all his father’s. She’d fallen for a bigger version of those baby-blues before she’d known the truth—a twinkling look and a sweet smile could mask a monster. Neil had smiled, flirted and flattered his way into her life and she had lapped up the attention like a parched flower, blooming into a blushing, eighteen-year-old bride.
His earnest focus on her, his need to know her every movement, had seemed exciting. He needed her with him, couldn’t stop thinking about her, worried someone else might snatch the prize of her from under his nose. Oh, the lies he’d told her had been music to her innocent ears. Like Helen of Troy and Paris, theirs was a love that would burn through space and time. Like Heathcliff and Cathy, like Jane and Rochester, nothing could keep them apart. Only she’d glossed over the ugly, hard truths of those childhood love stories in her burning need to feel special to someone.
And how exciting for a naïve girl to capture the heart of an older, wiser man. Neil had been in his first year as a postgraduate student when they met, and at twenty-two he’d seemed a fount of knowledge and experience from the moment they bumped into each other in the Ancient Greece section of the university library. Taking a classical studies course had been Kiki’s transparent attempt to please her father, and when Neil found out she was the daughter of one of his intellectual heroes, he’d been hooked. He painted a fascinating picture of a man nothing like the withdrawn, preoccupied one who ruled her home with more neglect than care.
A soft snore drew her attention and she eased her arm out from under Matty’s head to settle him more comfortably on his pillow. Content he was asleep, she slipped out of his bed to clean up the mess left behind on the landing carpet. Once that was done, she might as well tackle the ironing pile. She cast a quick glance at her closed bedroom door as she passed it. There was no way she wanted to risk waking Neil again, and she could always have a catch-up nap once the kids were sorted in the morning.
‘Mummy?’ Déjà vu. Only this time the voice was Charlie’s sweet, piping tone, still carrying a babyish lisp. And the hard, wooden table beneath her cheek was no substitute for her pillow.
Forcing open her grit-filled eyes, Kiki tried to ignore the sick, groggy pain in her head and sat up. ‘What’s the time, darling?’ A rhetorical question to a three-year-old, but her brain was still too full of cotton wool to think straight.
‘It’s gone eight o’clock and I’m going to be late, thanks to you,’ Neil snapped as he stormed into the room.
She blinked, noting his suit and tie, rather than the casual-jacket-and-jeans look he favoured when lecturing. ‘Oh, your meeting. I’m sorry, I must have dozed off.’ Jumping up, she hurried over to switch the kettle on and stuff a couple of slices of bread into the toaster. ‘Give me a minute, just one minute, and I’ll bring your breakfast to your study.’
Neil glared at her, not an ounce of warmth in his blue eyes. ‘I already told you, I don’t have time. Which part of late don’t you understand?’ He dodged back to avoid their daughter’s attempts to clutch his legs for a hug. ‘No, Charlotte! You’ll crease Daddy’s suit.’ He left the kitchen, muttering to himself.
Kiki leaned back against the board, wondering how she’d managed to screw up the day before it had even started. Charlie, lower lip quivering, her dark hair sleep-tangled and knotted, painted a picture of abject heartbreak. Kiki swooped on her, gathering her little girl into her arms for a tight hug. ‘Daddy doesn’t mean to be cross, Charlie. He’s just got a busy day and Mummy didn’t help by falling asleep.’ Even as the words left her mouth, she wondered why she was making excuses for him. Neil was an adult and perfectly capable of getting himself up and ready for work on time, but the default blame in the Jackson household for any problem fell squarely on her shoulders.
She could just imagine what her big sister would have to say if she could hear her. Mia had never warmed to Neil. Kiki suppressed a bitter laugh. There she went again, painting the situation in a rosier light than it deserved. Mia couldn’t stand him. Had even tried to persuade Kiki to leave and bring the children with her to Mia’s new home in Butterfly Cove. As if she could just pack up and start again! She hefted Charlie onto her other hip, ‘Come on, poppet, let’s go and see how your brother is feeling this morning.’
Matty appeared untroubled by his early morning misadventures, so she dropped him off at school, then a bubbly Charlie at crèche for her morning session. Strictly speaking, the rules required her to keep him off for forty-eight hours, but he usually bounced back after an episode and Kiki preferred not to make a fuss about it. His bouts of sickness had started a few months previously, frequent enough for her to have taken her son to the doctor. After a range of tests, they’d not been able to find anything wrong with him, and Kiki was keeping a food diary to see if there might be an allergic connection. She hadn’t found an organic link to his problem, and she was beginning to suspect the doctor’s other suggestion—stress—might be the real cause.
The resilience the children showed filled her with pride, and not a little guilt. They shouldn’t have to tiptoe around their father the way they had been recently. She would have to try and talk to him, ask him to be a little more patient around them. Her stomach churned at the thought, but if she broached the subject when he was in a good mood, maybe she’d get through the conversation without it turning into a shouting match. Not that she did any shouting of her own. Perhaps if she made his favourite meal for dinner… she turned left at the next set of lights towards the supermarket.
Brushing the flour off her hands onto her apron, Kiki ran to the hall to fish her mobile out of her bag where it hung over the end of the bannister. The damn thing had found its way to the very depths and she almost dropped it in her hurry to answer before the caller rang off. ‘Hello?’
‘Jesus, Kiki. Can’t you even answer your phone without a drama?’
‘Sorry, darling. I was in the kitchen and I’d left my bag in the hall…’
