#PublicationDay #Extract for The Cornish Key to Happiness by Laura Briggs @rararesources @paperdollwrites #TheCornishKeytoHappiness

The Cornish Key To Happiness

Past secrets return to complicate Maisie’s future with the charming Sidney Daniels in the final installment of the Cornish romance series.

Picking up where book seven left off, Maisie’s plans to celebrate her book’s thrilling news remain on hold after Sidney has vanished from Port Hewer overnight, following a brush with his secret past. His departure leaves Maisie with a head full of questions and a heart torn in two, made even worse by the rumors flying about him through the town. Where and why has he gone? Will he ever come back again? And—foremost in Maisie’s mind—was the heartache from his younger days somehow to blame for his sudden and mysterious flight?

But when Dean convinces her that Sidney may be facing a choice that could ruin his life, Maisie must set out to find him, once again leaving behind the Cornish seaside haven of Port Hewer she’s come to think of as home, and leaving behind the answer to a secret she’s been longing to know since the beginning. Not knowing when or if she’ll return, she’s taking the biggest risk with her heart so far…and the truth she discovers waiting for her at the end of her journey will make her wonder if things can ever possibly be the same as they were before.

Questions are answered, secrets are spilled, and the biggest reveal of the series is finally unveiled as A LITTLE HOTEL IN CORNWALL reaches its exciting conclusion.

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Thank you so much to Donna for this chance to share an extract from my latest romance read! Titled The Cornish Key to Happiness, it is the eighth and final book in my series about Maisie, an aspiring author who found inspiration working as a chambermaid at a gorgeous seaside hotel. The following scene finds Maisie, attempting to locate her boyfriend, Sidney, a charming local groundskeeper whose past secrets are threatening to come between them.

I knocked on Sidney’s shed door three times before giving up. The curtains on the other side were still closed, though it was well past eleven in the morning. The foreboding in my heart deepened, as if testing my resolve. Day two of knocking on this door, preparing to face whatever form Sidney’s pain and guilt had taken after his much-avoided past arrived gift wrapped, the manner in which I unwittingly delivered it two nights ago.

Day two of knocking, day two of receiving no answer.

At my feet, Kip wagged his tail anxiously, as if waiting for Sidney, too. “He isn’t hiding from us, is he?” I asked. The lightness of my tone belied what I was really feeling. Kip whined softly, then scratched an itchy ear vigorously, then continued to train his stare patiently on the door again.

The rest of the mongrel pack was still here also, so Sidney hadn’t taken any of them with him for company if he went out. But if he was hiding in there, this situation had passed from natural to ludicrous. I didn’t believe that in the least, so he must have slipped out earlier, possibly to Dean’s, or to take his motorbike up the coast. The shed was closed up, so I couldn’t see if his bike was missing as well.

I passed through the hedge gap and into the vicarage’s back garden. Mrs. Graves, housekeeper to Sidney’s sort-of boss, a vicar who didn’t mind having a groundskeeper who made many a mistake in his maintenance work — she would surely know where he was.

“He’s gone,” she said. “Gone Heaven knows where. He left a note on the door for me the day before yesterday — shocking early, it must have been. He must’ve taken the first train available.” She lifted a tin of mini cakes from the oven.

“But why?” I said. “Where?” It was tone more than her words that expressed the finality of this decision.

“Haven’t the faintest, dearie. He didn’t say. Only that he was sorry to leave the vicar in a bind, and to say that poor young man down the lane would look after the dogs. He didn’t say anything at all about coming back. What on earth I shall do with his things if he doesn’t, I haven’t the faintest notion, either.” She looked puzzled by this dilemma. “I suppose I will have to find a corner in which to keep them until he sends for them.”

I was speechless in the face of this. “But he can’t have left like this,” I said. “He wouldn’t.” Not Sidney, who was generally considerate, if sometimes a bit tardy.

“He’s left the church extension’s roof unpatched, that’s quite certain,” she answered. “He’s a good lad at heart, you know, but I always did say he’d simply be gone one of these days. I suppose it was hardly sensible to expect him to stay forever, was it?” She sighed, and I could hear her regret in it. The vicar’s housekeeper had been fond of him, even if he was sometimes a trial to her.

“No,” I answered, tasting the bitterness of this agreement. But Sidney wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. He wouldn’t leave us wondering what happened to him. He had done just that, however, so why was a part of me resisting this fact?



The Cornish - Briggs-Author PicLaura Briggs is the author of several feel-good romance reads, including the Top 100 Amazon UK seller ‘A Wedding in Cornwall’. She has a fondness for vintage style dresses (especially ones with polka dots), and reads everything from Jane Austen to modern day mysteries. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with family and friends, caring for her pets, gardening, and seeing the occasional movie or play.

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