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When Serena stumbles across the scene of a suicide one blustery autumn morning on the beach at Devil's Cove, the experience brings some deep feelings bubbling to the surface. Only closure on a certain situation will allow her to move on with her life and fulfil her dream of finding true love. Her destiny could be just within reach. Ava's been papering over the cracks in her marriage for too long. The luxury apartment her husband, Richard calls home is feeling more like a prison every day. She craves the laid back, seaside lifestyle of Harbour View and Devil's Cove, far away from the chaos of Cork City. Each time she witnesses yet another homeless person hungry and cold on the city streets Ava's heart bleeds. She always does what she can to help ease their suffering but feels there must be more she can do. She's always had an overwhelming urge to help people less fortunate than herself but Richard has a very different opinion on that subject. When at last she gathers the courage to volunteer at The Central Soup Kitchen on Christmas day, Ava realises she's found her vocation and gains so much more than just job satisfaction. Two kindred spirits lost and alone - so close and yet so far - two pairs of identical eyes, scarred with pain and searching for answers. Unbeknown to one another they've already crossed paths. But a web of secrets and lies has the potential to destroy their union before it even has a chance to begin. Serena's spell book is her most precious possession, handed down through the generations of women in her family. There's more than home cooking taking place behind the door of The Book Nook. Serena enjoys adding a scoop of sorcery to her recipes. But do the benefactors of Serena's spells have enough faith for them to be of any use? Sometimes it seems like she's the only person who believes in the power of magic. One day she gets a little mixed up with her potions but can she really brush it under the carpet and hope no one will notice? Only time will tell.

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Date de parution 23 décembre 2014
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EAN13 9781785380907
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Contents
Fron Maer ........................................................... î Tîtle Page ........................................................ î Publîser ïnformatîon ................................... îî Dedîcatîon .................................................... îîî
Soup........................................................................ 1 Capter 1 ....................................................... 1 Capter 2 ....................................................... 3 Capter 3 ....................................................... 8 Capter 4 ..................................................... 15 Capter 5 ..................................................... 22 Capter 6 ..................................................... 30 Capter 7 ..................................................... 35 Capter 8 ..................................................... 41 Capter 9 ..................................................... 47 Capter 10 ................................................... 55 Capter 11 ................................................... 60 Capter 12 ................................................... 66 Capter 13 ................................................... 72 Capter 14 ................................................... 78 Capter 15 ................................................... 84 Capter 16 ................................................... 90 Capter 17 ................................................... 95 Capter 18 ................................................. 102
Capter 19 ................................................. Capter 20 ................................................. Capter 21 ................................................. Capter 22 ................................................. Capter 23 ................................................. Capter 24 ................................................. Capter 25 ................................................. Capter 26 ................................................. Capter 27 ................................................. Capter 28 ................................................. Capter 29 ................................................. Capter 30 ................................................. Capter 31 ................................................. Capter 32 ................................................. Capter 33 ................................................. Capter 34 ................................................. Capter 35 ................................................. About he Autor......................................
108 115 119 124 131 137 143 150 158 164 170 175 183 189 196 202 207 210
Back Maer .......................................................211 Also Avaîlable ............................................ 211
SOUP
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For all te people wo ave lost teîr way în lîfe. May you Ind a way back to you.
CHapter 1
A busery wînd bew swîrs o sand agaîns e wîndscreen o Serena’s yeow, Fîa Seîceno. Aoug e sun was bazîng, ere was an îcy cod nîp în e aîr and e underîng o e ocean wasn’ oo ar away. Mos days, ey’d wak e sor dîsance o e beac. Bu î ey were runnîng ae, or î î was bad weaer, ey’d ake e car. “Sî sî, Toby. Mummy can’ ge you ready wen you keep wrîggîng îke a.” Serena eaned îno e car wîs wresîng e îe Jack Russe îno îs red, aran coa. Se was surprîsed o see a man wak pas. He was wearîng a eaer jacke and carryîng a soppîng bag. Serena oten vîsîed Devî’s Cove eary în e mornîng beore se wen o work, bu ere was never anyone ese around. ha was jus e way Toby îked î. He coud run ree on e goden sand însead o beîng conIned o îs ead. “Mornîng!” Serena caed as se pued on a îck wooy a, compee wî ear Laps and pompom, eavîng wo ong paîs angîng a e sîdes. “ovey weaer, îsn’ î?” he sranger waked on wîou acknowedgîng er. Serena srugged. “We, a wasn’ very nîce,” se wîspered, en kîssed îm as se îted îm ou o e car and cîpped îs ead ono îs coar. “ï înk we’ wak în e opposîe dîrecîon o îm,” se saîd. “He seems very srange. Wa do you înk?” Toby, as oug undersandîng wa Serena was akîng abou, pued er owards e rocks. ï se cîmbed îg enoug, Serena
woud cac a gîmpse o Con. He was aways ou eary workîng în e garden, or someîmes e’d pass în îs van on îs way o make a deîvery and wave. Wî er one ree and, Serena buoned er ong wooen cardîgan up o er cîn en, aong wî Toby, began o expore e muîude o rock poos ookîng or sea îe. Toby was soon eager o run ree so once se’d aowed a ew mînues or e man o vanîs rom sîg, se reeased Toby’s ead and se îm oose, rowîng îs ba owards e roy, wîe waves wîc were crasîng ono e sand. Bu raer an case î, e îe dog ran down e oer sîde o e beac a speed, îke a resy-wound cockwork oy. “Toby! Here boy!” Serena caed. Bu e kep on runnîng or some îme beore comîng o a sop and se coud ear îm barkîng reenessy. “Toby!” Serena jogged beînd unî, gaspîng or brea, se reaced e pace were Toby sood barkîng a a pîe o coes - men’s coes, încudîng soes and a eaer jacke. Bowîng across e sand was a essîan bag. Serena sared ou a e vîoen ocean. A cî ran roug er. Wî sakîng ands se dîaed 999, en yeed above e sound o crasîng waves, “ï înk ere’s been a... suîcîde!”
CHapter 2
Harbour Vîew, pease, ank you,” e grey aîred, bespecaced drîver caed as e ganced în îs rear-vîew mîrror a îs eavy cargo o passengers. Ava sood up. he brakes squeaed en e bus came o a judderîng a sendîng er sumbîng orwards în er îg-ees. A number o ands reaced ou o seady er and smîîng aces bîd eîr goodbyes. “hank you so muc,” Ava od e drîver as e eped er down e seps wî e wo bugîng bags o books. A gus o wînd bew er ong, bonde aîr around er ace, obscurîng er vîew. As se srugged wî a bag în eac and, se so wîsed se’d îed er aîr up în a ponyaî beore eavîng ome. Harbour Vîew was aways îke a brea o res aîr o Ava; a wecome break rom e use and buse o cîy îe. And ere were e gîrs - Ava and Rîcard weren’ aowed pes în he Arîsan. No a Rîcard mînded; e’d never been a person you woud descrîbe as an anîma over. Bu Ava woudn’ mîss an opporunîy o see er gîrs wenever se was vîsîîng, wîc was a ew îmes eac week. And se coud aways reax, sae în e knowedge a Con woud ake grea care o em în er absence. Ava sa or Ive mînues on e benc overookîng e arbour. A muîude o boas were bobbîng up and down on e excepîonay roug waer and a Lock o seagus were screecîng and Lyîng above em as î ryîng o warn e own o an împendîng sorm. he deîcîous aroma o Is and cîps was beîng carrîed over e road în e wînd, makîng Ava’s somac grumbe. Mary’s
Cîpper was a andmark în e oca communîy. No one made em quîe îke Mary. Se urned o ook down e road owards îs seamy sop wîndow and conempaed a wîe abou weer o înduge or no, bu decîded no o. Se’d aready enjoyed a cooked breakas îs mornîng. hey’d be pusîng er around on a roey î se’d eaen Is and cîps oo, se oug. To e rîg o Mary’s was e Pos Oice and en Murpy’s Bakery, oowed by a andu o îe coages, eac paîned în brîg sades o pînk, yeow or bue. Nex was e Hand-Made Cocoae Sop and opposîe e park benc, was he Book Nook, oowed by anoer andu o coouru coages. Ava pîcked up er eavy bags and crossed e road. he be on e gass door jînged as se enered he Book Nook. As aways, e sme o res bakîng was îrresîsîbe and a uge po o ome-made soup was sîmmerîng away on e ob. Serena was knee deep în scraps o abrîc sîîng a er sewîng macîne în e back room. “Heo! ï never eard you come în. ï was oo busy concenraîng on îs.” Serena îndîcaed e uge square o pacwork abrîc se was workîng on. “ha’s gorgeous!” Ava gasped. “ï ooks so warm and snuggy.” Se reaced ou o sroke e muî-cooured squares o veve and ur abrîc. “You are very aened, you know.” “We, ank you,” Serena auged en sood up, a orren o abrîc swaces sîdîng rom er ap ono e Loor. “ï jus waned o I a ew jobs în beore e unc-îme rus. Come on e’s see wa î ooks îke.” Togeer, ey wen o e ron room were e uge wîndow overooked e arbour and e park benc, were ourîss and ocas aîke woud sî or a wîe în order o ake în e beauîu scenery. Serena paced er new row on op o one o e ree od armcaîrs. “here now, doesn’ a brîgen e pace up? ï’ ave o make wo more now.”
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