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Spring Beginnings
Georgia Hill
A new charming three part series for fans of sweet romance!Is this the start of something wonderful?Millie’s working all hours to make her seaside café a success, so when a rival multi-national café chain opens its latest branch just around the corner, stealing away her customers, it means WAR!Millie’s remaining loyal customers step up – and a new arrival in town, the gorgeous, enigmatic Jed Henville, is also keen on helping Millie solve her business crisis. But it’s only after Jed sweeps her off her feet that Millie suddenly realises how little she knows about him…What readers are saying about Millie Vanilla…‘Pretty perfect’ – Swiss Bookworm‘What a fabulous start to a series!’ – Annie’s Book Corner‘From the very beginning, it stole my heart…A very promising start to an already cosy read, roll on part two!’ – The Writing Garnet
Spring Beginnings
Millie Vanilla’s Cupcake Café, Book One
GEORGIA HILL
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Table of Contents
Cover (#u2eca5c1d-42e7-5fef-8005-bff3e12d7679)
Title Page (#u6da278a8-61e3-5440-a92c-aae514acdeb8)
Copyright (#u8213931b-5491-52c1-8c14-60fee1b0c005)
Dedication (#u7aefaa12-a6bb-5c74-b3b2-f804553937c7)
Chapter 1 (#u14893c90-99bd-588a-8e9c-7e899d7dd69e)
Chapter 2 (#u70772801-58e4-5493-9076-fc0ddeeb528e)
Chapter 3 (#u6265911c-0fbf-54d0-b3e3-e3f65bf384f1)
Chapter 4 (#ue2e48812-9a00-5197-86dc-f09eefac8a97)
Chapter 5 (#u76b9a9e6-13fb-5be9-868a-3e2b722422ed)
Chapter 6 (#u735301fe-c477-5e52-9fc1-ac25db9c1544)
Chapter 7 (#ua5477577-05de-537b-b63a-5824cf2561a9)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 24 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 25 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 26 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 27 (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading … (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
To the people and town of Lyme Regis, Dorset. Thank you for the fabulous holidays.
Chapter 1 (#ue4130fd9-68e0-59c2-97de-93cf1e0b5439)
Millie wiped the table and then straightened to enjoy the view. Millie Vanilla’s Cupcake Café must have one of the best in Berecombe. Situated halfway along the flat promenade leading to the harbour, its wide windows looked straight out onto the seas of Lyme Bay. And what a view! Now, in early January, a chill bit into the wind and the light was crystal clear, making the azure blue of sea and sky deeper and rain-washed. One or two gulls wheeled about in the light breeze, chattering to the skies. Even though she’d lived in the little flat above the café all her life, Millie would never tire of how beautiful her home town was.
She carried the tray, full of empty plates and mugs, back to the kitchen and began washing up. Some people might say she was mad to stay open in the winter. All the other cafés and restaurants in this part of town were firmly shut up until March. Even the chip shop only opened on weekend nights.
But Millie loved this time of year. Yes, it was dark in the mornings, but the winter winds whipped up the sea into towering waves and she fed off the energy from a good storm. There was nothing more exhilarating than a walk along the promenade watching the waves tear into the beach and being deafened by the roar. She frothed the washing-up water in the sink with enthusiasm. Yes, there were only a few people about but she’d pick up a bit of trade from the literary festival later in the month. Besides, there were always one or two weekenders wanting a good foamy latte. There were all her regulars too. Biddy, with Elvis the poodle, would be along in an hour and Zoe and her friends would pop in for hot chocolate; fresh off the school bus and wanting a place to gossip in until it was time to go home. During the low season, Millie relished the luxury of having lots of time to talk to her customers.
‘And besides, Trevor,’ Millie called through the kitchen door to the cockapoo snoring in his basket by the radiator, ‘What else would we be doing? I can’t knit and daytime telly bores me rigid.’ The dog, worn out from his run on the beach, didn’t grace her with an answer.
The familiar jingle-jangle of the bell on the door alerted her to a customer. Wiping her hands on her apron – hand sewn by Biddy and turquoise-blue and pink to match the decor – Millie grabbed her pen and order pad.
There was a stranger sitting at the best table, next to the middle window. A man and alone. It was unusual. Not many men came into the café in the afternoons. She had a few who popped in for breakfast, but men weren’t usually, in her experience, afternoon-tea-and-cake type of people.
‘Hello there,’ she said, pinning on a welcoming smile, ‘What can I get you?’
The man lifted his face from the menu and gazed at her. He had dark eyes and blond hair. A striking combination. He was about her own age and very, very attractive.
‘Good afternoon.’
Cultivated voice. Expensive-sounding, to match his heavy overcoat. Millie glimpsed a snowy white shirt underneath, with a red tie and charcoal-grey striped suit. Definitely not her usual sort of customer. Perhaps he’d got lost on his way to the Lord of the Manor Hotel? It was far more exclusive and upmarket than Millie Vanilla’s.
‘What cake do you have?’
Millie relaxed a little. This was much safer ground than dwelling on how hot he was. ‘I’ve some Victoria sponge and a coffee and walnut cake. I also have a light fruitcake, which is iced, and freshly baked scones with jam and cream. Clotted, of course.’
‘Of course.’ He smiled back.
Millie’s heart did a flippoty-flop and her knees weakened. The smile transformed his features. He was gorgeous! Trevor, as if aware of his mistress’s agitation, stirred in his basket and gave a little snuffling snore.
The stranger looked at the dog’s wicker basket. ‘You allow dogs in the café?’
Millie stiffened. No one criticised her café and certainly not her dog. ‘He’s allowed in the seating area, but nowhere near any food preparation.’ She jerked her head towards the kitchen. ‘And, as you can see, there’s a door separating the two parts of the café. We’re very dog-friendly in Berecombe. Always have been. Lots of visitors bring their pets with them on holiday and want to eat out with them. In the better weather we have tables outside on the sun terrace and, of course, there are no restrictions on dogs out there.’
‘Ouch.’
‘Excuse me?’
‘I’ve obviously touched a nerve. I apologise.’ That devastatingly charming smile again.
Millie felt the tension leave her shoulders. He hadn’t meant to criticise after all. ‘No, it should be me apologising. It’s a defence I have to produce every now and again.’
‘And you find it’s better for trade to have dogs in?’
Who was he to be asking all these questions? Suspicion prickled. ‘I do. There’s always the occasional customer who prefers to eat without having a dog around, but most people, even if they don’t have one of their own, actually like it.’
‘Good. Interesting.’
This was getting weird. ‘Now, what can I get you?’ Millie asked bracingly, to avoid further interrogation.
‘I suppose I’m too late for lunch?’
‘Not at all. I’ve some curried butternut squash soup and homemade bread. Or a sandwich on granary?’
