A Springtide Meeting: A Sweet Regency Romance: Seasons of Love, #1
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Would you recognise love when you saw it?
Cordelia Honeyfield has been sent to the seaside 'for her health' - and the last thing she wants is the meddling nonsense of a country doctor. Her wild spirit is frowned upon by the ton, and familial embarrassment now means she's stuck at the beach in a brisk March wind, waiting to meet this doctor as she promised her father.
Dr Timothy Walsingham is about to meet a new elderly patient - a Miss Honeyfield whose letters have had him in stitches. As he waits by the sand, a beautiful woman catches his eye, and he begins a conversation that will distract him from his practice, from his patients . . . and his reason.
Can a chance meeting of mistaken identity lead to something more? Will Cordelia ever reconcile with her family - and can Dr Timothy Walsingham make this springtide meeting one that they will both never forget?
A Springtide Meeting is a sweet Regency romance about the strange coincidences that fate deals us, and whether we are brave enough to take them.
Emily Murdoch
Emily Murdoch is a writer, a poet and a lover of books. There's never a time she's without a book. Her debut novel, If You Find Me, released in 2013 to global high praise and critical acclaim through St. Martin's Griffin and Orion/Indigo UK. If You Find Me, a Carnegie Medal 2014 longlister and a Waterstones Children's Book Prize 2014 finalist, has earned starred reviews from Booklist, Kirkus, and School Library Journal; is a Young Adult Library Services (YALSA) Best Fiction for Young Adults (BFYA) selection of 2014; was named a New York Times Book Review Editors’ Choice for June 2013; an Irish Times Editors’ Pick for 2013; an Editor’s Pick for UK’s The Bookseller 2013; a Booklist Youth Editors' Choice for 2013; and a Booklist Top Ten Pick of 2014. If You Find Me has also been nominated and included in numerous state awards/high school master reading lists, amongst those in: SC, TX, KY, RI, PA, WI, OR, DE, CT, SD, NH, OK, VT, and AR. If You Find Me was also a finalist for the Goodreads Choice Awards Best Books of 2013 in the Best Debut Author and Best Young Adult Fiction categories, and was a finalist for the German Children's Literature Prize 2015, along with a finalist for the German Buxeholder Bulle Award 2015. If You Find Me has been translated and published in Canada, the UK, Germany, the Netherlands, Spain, Korea, Taiwan, Italy, Brazil, Hungary, Turkey, and Vietnam, as well as in Braille. When she's not reading or writing, you'll find Emily caring for her horses, dogs and family on a ranch in rural Arizona, where the desert's tranquil beauty and rich wildlife often enter into her poetry and writing. Emily's other passion is saving equines from slaughter. She uses her writing to raise awareness of this inhumane practice, with the goal of ending the slaughter of America's horses and burros through transport to slaughterhouses in Canada and Mexico. She provides sanctuary to abused and slaughter-saved equines who dazzle her daily with their gentle gratitude in exchange for security, consistency, food and love. As Mahatma Gandhi said, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” Emily hopes her penchant for writing will do just that. All-in-all, she's a lefty in a right-handed world, writing her way through life and smearing ink wherever she writes.
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A Springtide Meeting - Emily Murdoch
Chapter One
Thursday 4th March, 1790. London
Dear Dr Walsingham,
Well, you have succeeded. I am coming to Weymouth, and it is all your fault of course. Sea air? Rest? I do not consider myself in any way elderly at this point, and yet familial pressures and your conniving now mean that I am to make the long journey from London to Weymouth, jolted all the way no doubt on a second-class carriage with a second-class driver. I hope you are happy with yourself, Dr Walsingham, for I certainly am not. You can alleviate your conscience, however, by meeting me on the Wednesday after I arrive at your doctor’s surgery, where you can identify me by my large golden heart-shaped locket, undoubtedly obvious in the sunlight, and give me a full – and clean – bill of health.
Until we meet, and most probably after that, I shall remain,
Miss C Honeyfield
Monday 5th March, 1790. Weymouth
Dear Miss Honeyfield,
Since our correspondence began, your brother (an acquaintance of my cousin, as you know), has been most desirous that your health be considered seriously. I am delighted to hear that you will be joining me in Weymouth; its health benefits alone are reason enough to visit, but beyond that there is thriving society that I am sure you will enjoy. I am quite at your leisure, yet sadly my surgery itself has been closed for some months for refurbishment. I will, however, happily meet you on the promenade opposite the Esplanade – shall we say, eleven o’clock? The springtime March air may be chilly, so wrap up warm. The last thing that I would want, as your doctor, is for you to catch cold whilst waiting for me.
I am your ever-faithful servant,
Dr Walsingham
The golden sand rippled in the wind, and scattered over her skirts. Toes bare, she lowered them and Cordelia could not help but smile with delight as the grains of sand pushed against her heel. She had left her stockings behind, a risqué move but one that was surely more common here? A salty breeze tugged at the curls that had slipped from her pins, and her smooth skin pulled at the gloves keeping the breeze from her.
She had done it. She had made it to Weymouth.
Weymouth,
Cordelia Honeyfield murmured under her breath, her thirsty eyes absorbing everything that was going on around her. Elegant couples dressed in the latest French fashions, bonnets rustling in the wind, were strolling arm in arm up and down the promenade. She was sitting on the edge of the walkway, legs dangling down to the sand, and gulls with dark heads were bobbing along the lapping tide.
Admittedly, Cordelia had not done it alone.
Wrap that shawl a little closer around your shoulders, Cordelia,
came the sharp tones of Mrs Chambers. And mind you keep it there, this wind is biting. And where are your gloves?
Cordelia had not noticed. She had almost forgot that Mrs Chambers, the indomitable chaperone, was standing behind her under a parasol almost stolen by the wind, and she had almost forgot about the odious Dr Walsingham. The disgust rose strongly here, but receded as she watched another small fishing boat pulling onto the shore.
Look, Mrs Chambers, another one!
She flung out a finger as she spoke excitedly, but there was no answer from her companion, who shook her head at her young impetuous charge.
Three men jumped out of the small boat, and began to haul it further up the sands, sweat pouring from their brows despite the spring breeze that bit at uncovered flesh.
I could go anywhere, she thought. This is not London, or home – there is nowhere in Weymouth that I cannot go, any time that I wish. The mere possibility of such freedom was enough to get her pulse racing, and colour in her cheeks.
. . . perhaps today.
She caught the dribs and drabs of conversations that passed her along the promenade.
Today? Surely the King is in London, he would not bring his family down here so soon –
Nay, I swear it, that is what I read, and he is going to bring his . . .
The pair of ladies, past the prime of life and greying at the edges, moved beyond Cordelia’s ears, but as her gaze followed them it rested on a gentleman.
He was not moving along the promenade; he was standing, perhaps ten feet from her, staring out to the ocean. Dressed in all the finery that one would expect from a gentleman, he was not doing anything as far as she could tell. Just standing there.
Cordelia turned back to watch the fishermen complete their journey, but they had already taken their spoils further inland, and now that she was aware of the young man out of the corner of her eye, she found that she was uncomfortably conscious of him. Was he watching her? If she turned her head to see, was she watching him?
A flush that had nothing to do with the liberty before her started to creep up her neck. This was as bad as waiting around for the last half an hour for Dr Walsingham – was he ever to arrive? Thinking of him again made her irritation with