SNEAK PEEK 2… Tales from Corny Cove

Tales from Corny Cove by Alannah FoleyIf you enjoyed the previous Sneak Peek of my forthcoming novel-length book called Tales from Corny Cove (subtitled ‘Life in a Cornish Paradise… What could Possibly go Wrong?’), then why not have another taster?

As you may remember, there are five tales in the book, each novelette-length.  And Henry & Margaret, who move down to run a campsite in Cornwall end up discovering that ‘living the dream’ brings a few nightmares along the way.

So here is today’s Sneak Peek…  This is from the third tale, Cornish Hospitality.  Here, Margaret winds up in hospital and ends up being the patient of a handsome doctor.  But not just any doctor – strangely, he’s the suave, honey-voiced American with tanned chiselled features from her romance novel.  For a while, his attentions all seem rather wonderful, but is having a Casanova doctor at your bedside all it’s cracked up to be?…

The handsome doctor continued to attend to Margaret’s every need, day and night. Margaret was rather enjoying the attention. Henry had never been much cop in the romance department and rarely made a fuss of her. On the third night of her stay, the doctor once again brought her a bowl of warm soup, smiling dotingly at the foot of her bed before sitting down to spoon-feed her. Margaret normally loved soup, but by now she was starting to tire of it and wondered how much longer it would be on the menu. But she said nothing, glad at least she was being looked after.

As Margaret finished the soup, the doctor wheeled the trolley away and pulled the cubicle curtain right the way around. “Surprisingly nice,” said Margaret. “Oh, the soup, that is,” she tittered, coyly. Before she knew it, the doctor had leapt to her side. Margaret jumped, not expecting the sudden movement. He looked deeply into her eyes and cupped her hands in his. What was he up to? she wondered. A lovely bedside manner was one thing, invading your personal space was another, she thought.

“Doctor Grant, what’re you doing?” said Margaret, starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

Doctor Grant? Please, you must call me James,” he said in dreamy, mellow tones. He paused to gaze deeply into her eyes. “Do you believe in love at first sight, Margaret?” he continued breathlessly, smoothing his fingers on the back of her hand.

“Err…,” Margaret said, trying to act normally, “why do you ask?”

“Can’t you feel it?” he paused, searching her eyes. “The heat,” he said, his hot breath upon her.

“Ooh, yes, err… The heat… Yes, they could do with turning the radiators down a bit in here, couldn’t they? Can you have a word?” she replied, struggling to evade the question she knew he was asking.

“No, the heat – between us, Margaret,” he countered. “Surely you can feel it.” If he’d moved any closer, he would’ve been on top of her. His lips almost touched hers and the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Margaret tried to inch away, but there was nowhere to go but back into the pillow behind her which had already been compressed to the max by now.

“I knew from the first moment I saw you, lying there helplessly in bed after the accident, that we were meant to be together,” he continued in a smouldering voice. Margaret’s eyes darted to and fro. Where was a nurse when you needed one? she thought, struggling in vain to reach for the panic button at the side of her bed.

“Margaret, you’re not feeling well,” he said, suddenly noticing her distress. He pulled away and smoothed her temple, searching her eyes. “I’m sorry… I’m moving too fast for you… Forgive me,” he said, looking contritely down at their entwined hands before slowly moving away. There was a pause. Margaret was just relieved he’d backed off. What the hell was he thinking?

“Look, you get a good night’s rest,” he suddenly smiled as if nothing had happened, tapping her nose with an affectionate finger as though she were a pet dog. “I’ll be right here by your side to look after you in the morning,” he added, swishing the curtain aside with a dramatic flourish.

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief. What on earth had she got into here? One minute he’s the man of her dreams, the next he’s a living nightmare. Talk about smothering someone. Maybe being swept off your feet wasn’t all it was cracked up to be after all.

[OK, I’m closing the cubicle curtain on that one!  END OF EXTRACT!]


If you missed the previous blog, the first tale in the book is now available as a free ebook.  You can download it to print at home, read on your PC screen or get a version for just about every eReader out there!  So if you enjoyed reading the Sneak Peek, why not download Beastly Encounters on Smashwords for free right now?

* * *   REMEMBER!   * * *
Tales from Corny Cove is being released
NEXT SUNDAY – 6th July!
as an ebook with Smashwords

The ridiculously-cheap purchase price
will be held for a limited time only!

After the Smashwords release, the books will appear in major outlets such as Apple, Barnes & Noble, Kobo as well as on Amazon, with the print version coming on Amazon & CreateSpace as soon as is humanly possible thereafter.

In the meantime, why not preview the first 20% of Tales from Corny Cove before it comes out or, even better, download the Beastly Encounters freebie, where you’ll get some extras on top of the 20% sample!

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Alannah Foley


About Alannah Foley

Alannah Foley... aka 'The Pyjama Writer' Author of Light Mysteries, Short Fiction, Travel Tales, and more... To find out more go to
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