The Cosy Seaside Chocolate Shop: The perfect heartwarming summer escape from the Kindle bestselling author

‘Sorry,’ she apologised to the couple sitting there, as she fumbled for it on the floor.

When she stood back up, she looked towards the bar again. He’d gone.

She scanned the room. No sign. It was as if he’d never been there. Was she hallucinating? Was it just wishful thinking? But for a split second it felt like Luke was really there. It was probably just some tourist who looked a bit like him. But blimey, it was like seeing a ghost.

There was a part of her that wanted to run out, check if he really was there, if he might be walking around the village right now. But she knew that was just plain crazy. She had seen Luke laid out, kissed his cold, scarred forehead on that mortuary slab. It was a doppelganger tourist at best, and a figment of her imagination at worst. She must have been working harder than she’d thought – she was overtired or something.

Emma headed for the bar, still feeling a prickly sensation just heading to the space where he had been. But yes, all was okay, she told herself, she needed to just chill out with a half pint of cider and her friends.

‘Hi Danny, can I have a G&T, a half of Fosters and a cider, please.’

‘You certainly can.’ He stopped for a second and looked at her. ‘You okay, Em? You look like you’ve …’

Seen a ghost, Em finished in her mind.

‘Well, you look a bit pale,’ he continued.

‘Yeah, I’m fine, Danny. You?’ she asked, neatly deflecting the question.

‘Great. The good news is that the pub’s up for an award – best coastal pub in the North East. We’re on the shortlist.’

‘Cool. Well done. You deserve it. It’s lovely here. Fingers crossed for you.’

‘Cheers.’ Danny busied himself getting their drinks ready.

Em scanned the bar area and tables. No one at all that looked like Luke. She must have been having a ‘moment’.

The landlord Dave appeared next to Danny. ‘Evening, Em.’

‘Hello. Well done on the short-listing for the award, by the way, that’s great news. Well, so far so good, anyhow.’

‘Yeah, it’s fantastic, isn’t it.’

‘You’ll be putting Warkton-by-the-Sea on the map.’

‘Hopefully.’

And hopefully people would find a gorgeous chocolate shop while they were there too! Emma mused. She was genuinely pleased for the pub. It was great that local businesses were doing well and it was such a nice place to come and chill out; log fires in the winter and the pretty beer garden overlooking the harbour in summer. Fish and chips and their scrummy crab sandwiches, no wonder it was popular there. In fact, ‘Danny, can I put in an order for two lots of crab sandwiches and a large bowl of chips too, please.’ She hadn’t had any supper as yet, and just the thought of them with freshly made, crispy chips was making her tummy rumble.

‘I’m on to it.’ He jotted the order down on his pad and handed it to the waitress to take to the kitchen for him.

‘Thanks.’

Emma paid, then made her way back out with their drinks. She couldn’t resist a scan of the harbourside and the pavement that led away from the pub but there was no one there who looked the least bit like Luke. Of course there wasn’t …

She placed the drinks before her friends at the picnic bench. ‘There you go, ladies.’

‘Cheers, Em.’

‘Thanks.’

She wouldn’t even mention the incident in the bar or her ‘sighting’ for fear of sounding slightly loopy. Instead, she needed to relax and make the most of a chilled-out evening. Still, it had left her with an odd prickly feeling at the back of her neck.

6

‘Oh, bloody hell, guess who’s sliming his way across the street?’ Holly was pulling a face.

Emma looked up from the counter to see her landlord, Mr Neil, outside. Her blood went cold. It was never good news when he turned up out of the blue. She tried to stay calm and smile as he entered the door, managing a polite ‘Hello.’

‘Good morning, Emma. How’s business?’

It always seemed to be a bit of a leading question from him.

‘Fine,’ she answered, keeping her reply purposefully vague. If she sounded too positive, he might decide to put up the rent again. Who knew what schemes were going on in that greasy little head of his? ‘Would you like a coffee?’ Better keep him sweet. This place was her life and soul, and he held her future in his hands.

‘Yes, thank you, I will.’

‘I’ll make it,’ Holly offered. Em thought she might just be looking for a way to escape the room. The guy certainly had a knack of sucking the air of the place. Or maybe her young assistant was thinking of putting salt in it or something. Em gave her a stern glance just in case she had any such antics in mind. It wouldn’t do to annoy him.

‘The café seems to be doing well.’ He was perusing the room. The window-seat tables were taken up with two families.

‘Yes, I’m pleased with how it’s going.’

‘Hmm, it’s a good new addition.’

‘Yes,’ she agreed. And yes, she’d been the one to put in all the hard work and the finances to fund the conversion. He’d be the one gaining from it in the long run. Despite being the landlord, he didn’t do a lot for the upkeep of the property. One time, when the boiler had gone down, it had taken him five days to get an engineer out to repair it. The shop and her flat were freezing all the while. She’d had to borrow a fan heater to keep the shop warm enough during the day, and she and Alfie had had to move across to sleep at Bev’s for a couple of nights.

‘Here you go.’ Holly popped a cup of coffee on to a table which was set to the side of the café.

Mr Neil took up the chair beside it. He then took out some paperwork from his black leather briefcase and leafed through A4 sheets. At least Emma didn’t have to stand making conversation with him for now, as he looked otherwise engaged.

Holly raised an eyebrow and gave a pretend shudder. Emma held on to her fake smile, then a customer came in asking for suggestions for his mother’s birthday. Em was all too happy to help, though she was still aware that she and her shop were under scrutiny from the side table.

Once the customer had left, she observed her landlord taking several photos on his mobile phone of the interior of the shop. He was definitely up to something.

After clearing one of the window tables as one group had left and tidying the counter area which was already tidy to start with, she saw him make a move. He filed back his papers, then brought his empty coffee cup over to her.

‘About the rent. I’ve decided I’m not going to put it up further at this point.’

Wow! Emma felt huge relief; last year had been such a struggle. Well, this sounded very positive. Had he had a personality transplant or something? She stared at his slicked-back black hair (he must use lashings of Brylcreem or some such product) and found herself waiting for the but.

There was a second or two when he stared back. ‘But …’

Argh, there it was.

‘I won’t be renewing your contract for the full year. Instead, I’ll be reviewing it on a month-by-month basis.’

‘Oh.’ She was a bit shocked. Why was he doing that? In fact, could he just go ahead and do that? There must be laws on all this. But then, he was the landlord. ‘Can I ask why?’

‘Just keeping my options open.’ He gave a thin smile. ‘I’ll get the formal paperwork on that to you shortly. Good day.’ He turned on his well-polished heel.

It was obvious further questions were not going to get her anywhere.

Emma felt her heart sink as he left. Holly started doing a mock throwing-up gesture behind the counter.

‘Ugh, can’t stand the man. He is such an eel.’ Holly’s nickname had stuck. ‘Makes my skin crawl. Can’t we ban him?’

‘Hah, don’t think so as he owns the place, Holly.’

‘Well, that’s a bloody shame.’

7

News of the monthly contract was spinning around in Emma’s mind all day after that. Max was away all this week through to Saturday evening, getting the new project in Leeds off the ground but as soon as the shop was closed and Holly had gone home, Emma knew she needed someone to chat it over with. She found herself sitting on a stool in the back kitchen, surrounded by large bags of chocolate callets and moulds ready to fill, but she knew she couldn’t settle to crafting yet. She picked up her mobile and dialled Max.

‘Hey,’ he answered in soothing tones.

It was lovely just to hear his voice.

‘Hi.’

‘Something up?’

How could he tell that from just one word? But over the past months, they had grown closer and were getting to know each other well.

‘Yeah …’ Her voice gave a little waver. ‘Oh, Max, Mr Neil’s been in. You know, the landlord of the shop.’

‘Ah, yes.’

‘There’s definitely something going on. He’s changing the contract for the shop to a month-by-month lease only. So, I don’t even know if I’ll get to stay here for the whole of this year. Do you think he’s planning on selling or something?’ Emma felt sick just thinking about that possibility.

‘Hmm, I don’t like to say it, but it sounds likely, Em. Or at least he’s keeping his options open to do that. He might also have a new rental in mind, where he intends charging a lot more. Sorry, Em. What a bummer for you.’

‘I know. I’ve been feeling dreadful ever since he was in this morning, worrying about it all.’ She felt fragile, vulnerable. How could she lose her Chocolate Shop? It was more than just a business, it was her home, her life. It had kept her going through the hardest of times, given her a purpose in life again.

‘Ah, Jeez. I’m sorry I’m so far away right now, Em.’

‘I know. Me too. I miss you.’ It was at times like this that she wished he didn’t have to travel miles away for work, that he lived nearer and could just pop in. Boy, she could do with his big strong arms around her right now.

‘There’s a virtual hug coming down the phone.’

Aw, he knew exactly how she was feeling. ‘Thanks, Max … but somehow it’s not quite the same.’

‘I know, babe. I’ll be back with you soon. Saturday night.’

‘Yeah.’ A few more days to get through. She’d been on her own and got along fine for years. Weird that after meeting and getting to know Max, just days could seem such a long time.

‘I can take you out for some supper then – or maybe a night in with a takeaway would be better. Me, you, Alfie, a bottle of wine and fish and chips from the pub. What do you think?’

‘Oh, yes. I can’t wait.’ A cosy night in together sounded perfect.

‘Look, I’m sorry Em, but I’d better go. We’re just trying to get wrapped up here on site for this evening.’

‘Me too. I have a stack of chocolates to make.’ Flavoured choc bars, lemon-meringue truffles and dark chocolate coffee cups were awaiting her attention.

‘I love you.’ Max said.

Aw. ‘Love you too,’ she answered.

It was good knowing that she had Max for support, even if he was miles away right now.

As she put down the phone, she knew she needed to think practically and to plan for the worst. What if she really did have to leave these premises? She’d have to start keeping an eye out for other properties, but where might be suitable? Warkton-by-the-Sea was a small village so she knew there was nothing else vacant like her shop. It was so ideal here, and all the renovations and work she’d had done just last year … She let out a long, slow sigh. All her plans for this season, the prosecco parties, the summer ahead … She couldn’t begin to imagine leaving this place.

‘Right, Emma Carter. These chocolates will not make themselves. Get to work,’ she rallied herself. She began to pour dark chocolate callets into a stainless steel bowl ready for tempering. She’d craft by hand tonight, leave the tempering machine which she used at busy times sleeping, it’d keep her active and take her mind off her troubles.

The next morning, after a troubled sleep, Emma was up early. It was a bright and sunny late-April day. She took a large mug of coffee and a warm chocolate croissant that she’d just made and went to sit outside in the back-yard area behind the shop. Alfie lay down beside her feet, hoping to catch a crumb or two.

It was pretty there, a walled courtyard with cream flagstones as a patio. She had a little table and two chairs set up and there were flower pots of varying sizes, now full of bold pink and yellow tulips and the last of the spring daffodils, and a rambling rose took up the side of one wall. In summer the rose was a mass of ballerina-pink delicate blooms. The sun was just peeping over the wall, lighting her corner of the yard, but the whole area caught the sunshine through the afternoon. It was such a nice place to sit, to relax.

A thought began forming in her mind: maybe her customers would like that too. A sunny space to serve her café customers during the spring and summer. A courtyard café, full of chocolate cake, milkshakes, ice creams and more. But then, after her landlord’s ominous visit, would she still be here? Would Mr Neil have his way and hand in her notice on the lease at any time? But she couldn’t just give in and give up on a maybe. And she’d need every penny she could get if the rent was about to go up again, because she might be competing with some other party interested in taking over her shop. If she was going to go down, she’d go down bloody fighting.

Yes, it should be fairly easy to get some more outdoor furniture. She could look around a few house clearances, car boot sales, ask around. So, she couldn’t afford new, but with a splash of paint, and some TLC … She began to feel the stirrings of hope. She needed to believe there was still a future for her here. The alternative was just too horrid.

She finished her croissant, giving Alfie the last buttery corner and a pat on the head.

‘It might just work, Alfie. What do you think?’

They just had time to take a walk down to the beach before opening. Emma grabbed Alfie’s lead and popped a couple of dog biscuits in her pocket. It was a beautiful morning, a day not to be wasted, and her head had been so full of stuff last night, it might help settle her mood. The future of the shop in the balance, Mr Neil’s visit, that strange tourist who may or may not have looked like Luke – she’d never find out now – and these new thoughts of making a courtyard café area: it was all spinning about in her mind like a kaleidoscope.

They headed out through the back gate, around to the main street of quaint stone cottages, down the hill to the small harbour where a few fishing boats bobbed on a gentle sea and a couple of seagulls swooped in the morning sky. It was still quite early, so apart from a delivery van and its driver who gave her a friendly nod outside the grocer’s, she didn’t see anyone she knew. The harbour was quiet nowadays, the fishing fleet down to just five boats – so different from the tales of ‘back in the day’ from old Mrs Clark when she was a little girl, when there had apparently been up to twenty, most of them going out to catch the herring, the ‘silver darlings’ as the older generation of villagers had called them, that they brought back to smoke and make into kippers in the smokehouses.

Emma would sometimes let her mind wander to the harsh realities of the Warkton-by-the-Sea fisherfolk and theirs lives onshore and at sea decades ago. The men having to leave their wives and children back home to head out on perilous seas. The women mending the nets and trying to keep warm, holding it all together to keep a family fed. Emma enjoyed Mrs Clark’s tales, and was often drawn in by the sepia photos of village life that still lined the walls of The Fisherman’s Arms. The sea was as much a part of this place as the land.

The fishing boats still brought in some herring and there were crabs, scallops and occasionally langoustines and in the summer season the lobster pots would be set out on their lines. Today, a couple of the cobles had been pulled up on the shore with their colourful nets and lobster pots beside them. The hull of an old rowing boat had been made into a lovely flower display down by the harbour too. It was such a pretty spot.

Emma and Alfie carried on towards the dunes. They soon emerged from the sandy track on to the crescent-shaped bay where the colours of sand and sea were a wash of blues, greys and ochre and the sky still held a blush of early-morning pink and peach. The sun was beginning to warm and waves frothed to shore, the surf gentle today in a light late-spring breeze. She picked up a driftwood stick and launched it for Alfie, who dived after it into the breakers. Being a spaniel, he loved the water, and was a good swimmer. He soon returned with the stick in his jaws to shake an arc of salty droplets around him, spraying her lightly, which made her smile. It was calming down there on the beach – a leveller. Whatever worries you had didn’t seem quite so bad somehow, diminished as they were against the vastness of sky and sea, the soothing sounds of the waves rolling in in a hush.

Emma sat on a rock for a while, taking in the sights and sounds of the bay, breathing in the fresh salty air. Whatever concerns she had today about the shop were nothing to what she had been through, what she had learnt to cope with in her past. She was a survivor. She’d be okay.

‘Come on Alfie. We’d better get back. I have a Chocolate Shop to open up.’

And so they made their way back up the dunes, back up the hill to The Chocolate Shop by the Sea that was home.

Emma was working on her own today, which had kept her occupied and her mind off all those other things. It was nearly four o’clock when a familiar face popped around the front door: Holly.

‘Hi, Em. I thought I’d call in and see how you are after yesterday.’ She didn’t say any more, as there were a couple of tourists sitting in the window seat, finishing off their pot of tea.

Emma appreciated her assistant’s discretion; they both knew she was referring to the landlord’s visit.

‘Aw, thanks. I’m okay – just wondering what the nasty devil’s scheming,’ Em added in a whisper. ‘But I’m fine. I just need to concentrate on making The Chocolate Shop the best it can be. That’s all I can do.’

‘Yeah, absolutely. It’s already fab here anyway. Mind you, I do like the sound of the prosecco parties idea. Bev mentioned it to me when I bumped into her; she’s planning a trial run, you know.’

‘Is she now?’ Bev hadn’t mentioned anything to Em about that as yet.

‘Oops, wasn’t I meant to say anything? I thought you’d agreed.’

‘First I’ve heard of it.’ Em gave a wry grin.

‘Ah, well Bev said it was going to take a while for the licensing to go through.’

Yes, there had been a lot more to it, when Emma had looked into it with the local council; she’d need to do a licensing course and then apply to the local authority for a licence after that.

‘So, Bev thought we could give it a practice run. We’d all bring the prosecco and you’d …’

‘Supply the chocolates,’ Em finished for her.

‘Exactly. So, you’re not cross I let it slip?’

‘No, it’s not your fault. But Bev should have asked me first. I assume we’re meant to be holding it here?’ Her friend did tend to leap into things. ‘I’ll be having words when I see her next, never fear.’

‘Sorry, Em.’

‘Ah, it’s all right. But honestly, that woman – any excuse for a party!’ Emma was smiling now. ‘Hey, don’t worry, Hols. In fact, after yesterday I need a bit of cheering up. It sounds fun, and we can test out how it might go for the real parties once I get licensed and we have paying guests.’

A customer came in then, a lady who looked to be in her forties, who started browsing the artisan chocolate bars section.

‘I can recommend the dark choc-orange or the summer fruits on white, but they’re all lovely, to be honest.’ Holly couldn’t help herself praising the shop’s goods. ‘Right, I’d better go Em. I’ll be in again tomorrow. See you then.’

‘Yep, see you then. Thanks for your help with the display the other day too. And I’ll phone Bev and let you know about the party that I’m holding!!’ she added ironically.

‘Hah, yes!’

‘Thanks for dropping by, Hols.’

‘You’re welcome. It’s hard to keep me away. I just love this place.’

It was time now for Emma to check on her other assistant’s plans.

‘Hi, Bev. So, can you tell me when I’m having this party then?’

‘Ah, I was going to call you about that.’

‘Ye-ah, is that before or after you’ve invited half the village?’

‘Soz, I got a bit carried away with the idea. But the good news is that everyone thinks it sounds like a brilliant idea, so surely that bodes well for the business angle? And all the girls will bring along a bottle of prosecco so all you need to provide is …’

‘The chocolates. Yes, I guessed that. And the venue, of course.’

‘Naturally. So, it’s okay then? You’ll do it?’

‘I don’t suppose I have much of a choice now, do I? But yes, of course. It’s what we’d talked about anyhow.’

‘Great stuff. I could really do with a girlie night. It’s been ages since we had a proper get-together. So, when shall we set the date for?’

‘Hah, I thought you’d have already planned that too.’

‘Well, no, not quite. Though next Friday might just have been mooted.’

‘I knew it. You are incorrigible.’

‘Well, I had to get an idea of who might have which night free. We can all do that one.’

‘And what about me? I might have a night of passion lined up or something.’

‘Ah …’

‘Just because I’ve been out of action for seven years. Remember that things have changed a little now.’

‘Ooh yes, the delectable Max. How is he?’

‘Good, thanks. But as usual, he won’t be around until the Saturday, as far as I know. So yes, okay, my arms have been twisted so much they’re nearly broken, but yes, let’s go for it. Next Friday it is. Who’s invited so far?’

‘Holly’s coming and is bringing a friend. Then there’s Jo and Ali in our little gang, and I may have mentioned it to the practice nurse. She started a couple of months ago and is a hoot. Maybe you could ask your sister-in-law Chloe? And see if she wants to bring a friend?’

‘Yeah, I’m sure she’d love a night out. Then I could ask Sheila from the grocer’s – she is a bit of a gossip but her heart’s in the right place – and her daughter, Laura, who’s on Reception at the hotel. They are both good fun and if it goes well they are sure to spread the word about the prosecco parties once we get the licence sorted.’

‘Hmm, good thinking.’

‘So, that’d be about ten of us. A good number, bearing in mind the size of the shop. We’ll stick with that, give it a try and see how it goes. In fact, shall we go the whole hog and do a chocolate truffle-making session too?’

‘Ooh yes, absolutely. Can you show me how to make those gorgeous Eton Mess ones, you know, with the meringue pieces? Though it’ll probably just end up a mess with me involved.’

‘Yes, no worries. You’ll be fine, I’m sure, and then I’ll think of a couple of others – the Baileys ones are always good, and maybe chocolate-dipped strawberries.’

‘Scrummy bliss. I can’t wait.’

8

Before Emma could catch a breath, it was the eve of the planned prosecco party. She was in the shop serving a lady who was choosing chocolates for a wedding anniversary gift box when the doorbell chimed and she glanced up. She felt her body go cold. There were prickles in the back of her neck. She couldn’t believe her eyes … Luke?

But it could never be. This guy, though, he looked so like Luke it was unnerving. He was grinning at her and gave a small wave, realising that she was in the middle of serving a customer. Which was more than Emma realised at that moment in time. OMG – was it Nathan?

‘Did you say there were some fruit flavours? Excuse me …?’

‘Oh, I’m so sorry.’ Emma had stopped still and was just staring at the newcomer. ‘Yes, of course,’ she rallied, ‘there’s a lemon and blueberry, raspberry ripple, Eton Mess with strawberries and meringue pieces. All equally scrumptious.’