Summer Seaside
Wedding
Abigail Gordon
MILLS & BOON
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Table of Contents
Abigail Gordon welcomes you back to the idyllic coastal village of Bluebell Cove
Is there enough romance fluttering on the Devonshire sea breeze for one more happy-ever-after? Find out in:
SUMMER SEASIDE WEDDING
and
REUNITED:
A MIRACLE MARRIAGE
by Judy Campbell brings a longed-for second chance at a fairytale ending
Dear Reader
Here we have Amelie and Leo’s story—the last of my quartet of books set in Bluebell Cove, a beautiful coastal village in ‘glorious’ Devon.
If you have read WEDDING BELLS FOR THE VILLAGE NURSE, the first of my four books about this village by the sea, you will have already met Jenna and Lucas. In CHRISTMAS IN BLUEBELL COVE we had Francine and Ethan’s story, followed by THE VILLAGE NURSE’S HAPPY-EVER-AFTER, which told of Phoebe and Harry’s search for happiness. Now, between the pages of SUMMER SEASIDE WEDDING, we are once again sharing the lives and loves of the folk who live in Bluebell Cove.
Until we meet again, I do wish you happy reading.
With best wishes
Abigail Gordon
About the Author
ABIGAIL GORDON loves to write about the fascinating combination of medicine and romance from her home in a Cheshire village. She is active in local affairs, and is even called upon to write the script for the annual village pantomime! Her eldest son is a hospital manager, and helps with all her medical research. As part of a close-knit family, she treasures having two of her sons living close by, and the third one not too far away. This also gives her the added pleasure of being able to watch her delightful grandchildren growing up.
CHAPTER ONE
IT WAS June and the hot summer sun above made the confines of the car feel restricting as Leo Fenchurch drove along the road at the top of the cliffs in Bluebell Cove, a coastal village in the Devonshire countryside.
It had been a long morning. The first surgery of the day had been followed by home visits to the patients of the Tides Practice, where he was employed as one of the two doctors there, and now every time he glanced down at the sea, blue and dazzling as it danced onto the sandy beach, his collar felt tighter, his smart suit more a burden than an asset, and the yearning to pull into a deserted lay-by and change into the swimming trunks he always carried in the car was strong.
But needless to say he couldn’t give in to the temptation. After a hasty lunch there would be the second surgery of the day to cope with and by the time that was over it would be half past six, so any sun-worshipping and bathing would have to wait until a summer evening unfolded.
The practice was on the road he was driving along, past the headland overlooking the sea, and situated in the centre of the village. As he drove onto the forecourt the red car belonging to Harry Balfour, the senior partner, pulled up alongside.
As the two men walked towards the main entrance to the surgery Harry said, ‘There is something I need to discuss with you, Leo, before we grab a bite of lunch, so let’s go to my room, shall
