Sea Glass and Fireflies by Kate Ellington
About Author Kate Ellington…
Kate grew up in a woodsy New England town not far from the coast. She read her first historical romance at age eleven when a teacher challenged her to find a book in the library written by an author she’d never heard of. Thus began a life-long love of love stories.
Kate wrote her first romance when she was sixteen, then set her pen down for years until another story floated into her head out of the clear blue sky. She jotted it down, just for fun, but soon it took on a life of its own.When not writing, spare time is devoted to reading novels, taking a stroll or spending time with her family.
This is a spotlight on “Sea Glass and Fireflies” by Kate Ellington
Sea Glass and Fireflies Blurb
Elsie Hayward moves into her uncle’s seaside estate on what should have been her wedding day. All she wants is peace and quiet, and to escape the guilt that’s haunted her since her betrothed was lost at sea. Any hope of tranquility is dashed, however, when Charles Rockingham arrives in town. A lifetime ago they’d been best friends and almost more. If there’s one person she can’t hide her feelings from, it’s him. Charles hasn’t received a letter from Elsie in over a year. He returns home hoping to recapture the deep bond they once shared, but shadows of the past stand between them. One last secret must be revealed before they can find their way back to each other.
What Readers can expect from Sea Glass and Fireflies
Second chance romance, summer love, friends to lovers, secret past, seaside.
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An excerpt from Sea Glass and Fireflies…
As they got up to leave, Charles took Elsie’s hand to help steady her over the slippery rocks, and a warm glow rippled through her. Instead of letting go when they reached the grassy bank, she laced her fingers through his, her heart racing as fast as the stream. He looked at her and his eyes held something like tenderness. She almost tripped over her dress.
The sky was softening to the faintest hint of dusk. She wished it was morning so they could begin their day together all over again. They continued down the trail and turned onto a narrow path that came out behind Max’s stables, then walked up the lawn to the front of the house. An unfamiliar motorcar was parked in the drive.
“Who’s here, Mr. Anderson?” Elsie asked when he opened the front door.
Charles’s fingers slipped out of hers as they stepped inside. Elsie removed her hat and dropped it on the table.
“Let’s go see who it is,” she said to Charles, tugging on his jacket sleeve.
From the dining room came the sound of laughter: two gravelly chortles and one tinkling, delicate giggle.
Charles stopped in his tracks. Elsie looked up at him. The color had drained from his face. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but Max called out: “Don’t hang about in the doorway, you two. Come see what the cat dragged in.
