Christmas at the Castle

Book 5: The Another Cup Series

by Jenny Kane

Genres: Short Stories; Women's Fiction; Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Fans of Holly Martin and Phillipa Ashley will love this festive short story, featuring much-loved characters from Jenny Kane's bestselling novel Another Cup of Coffee. When hotshot businesswoman Alice Warren is asked to organise a literary festival at beautiful Crathes Castle in Scotland, her 'work mode' persona means she can't say no - even though the person asking is her ex, Cameron Hunter. Alice broke Cameron's heart and feels she owes him one - but her best friend Charlie isn't going to like it. Charlie - aka famous author Erin Spence - is happy to help Alice with the festival...until she finds out that Cameron's involved! Charlie suffered a bad case of unrequited love for Cameron, and she can't bear the thought of seeing him again. Caught between her own insecurities and loyalty to her friend, Charlie gets fellow author Kit Lambert to take her place. Agreeing to leave her London comfort zone - and her favourite corner in Pickwicks Café - Kit steps in. She quickly finds herself not just helping out, but hosting a major literary event, while also trying to play fairy godmother - a task which quickly gets very complicated indeed... Readers love Jenny Kane: 'A wonderful short story to fill your heart with warmth and really put you in the mood for Christmas ' 'A feel good festive read, with Jenny Kane's trademark coffee, friendship and gentle humour' 'This is the perfect book for curling up on the sofa with on a winter's afternoon. Light-hearted and feel good fun'

Release date: November 14, 2015

Publisher: Accent Press

Print pages: 107

Sample

Chapter One

Friday November 13th

Poking her head around the door of the Gift Shop Café, Charlie gave a sigh of relief. She’d managed to arrive before Alice.

Selecting their usual table by the window, Charlie smiled. Just for once it was nice not to have Alice, already comfortably settled and looking perfect, watching serenely as she battled her scarf. Somehow it always managed to knot itself clumsily around Charlie’s neck, playfully encouraged by her hair, which permanently looked windblown anyway.

Hoping this was a good omen for the discussion to come, Charlie waved a greeting to the waitress, Mel.

‘Hi, Erin. Alice isn’t here yet.’ Mel put a large coffee on Charlie’s table, ‘I’ll bring her that weird latte concoction she likes when she arrives.’

About half of the people in Banchory knew Charlie as Erin. Ever since she’d had her first book published under the name of Erin Spence five years ago, the local papers had made a feature of her work, and Charlie lived happily with her dual personality.

As she watched the world go by through the window, Charlie’s usual habit of filtering future plotlines through the back of her mind was replaced with wondering how to persuade Alice that they needed more people to help organise Crathes Castle’s first ever literary festival. So far it was just the two of them, and they were drowning in the number of tasks involved with making it a success rather than an embarrassing flop.

Charlie hadn’t finished rehearsing her pleas for more helpers in her head when Alice arrived.

Waving to Mel that she needed a drink fast (the concoction that Charlie always thought of as pseudo-coffee, which consisted of a decaf coffee, soya milk, and low-sugar caramel latte syrup), Alice sat down regally and swung her long, slim, tight black denim-covered legs elegantly under the table, before pushing her designer glasses off her eyes and up into her hair, neatly pinning it away from her face. If Charlie had tried to do that without the aid of a mirror she knew there would have been tufts of her long, bouncy red ringlets sticking out at all angles.

A businesswoman through and through, Alice got straight to the point. ‘Charlie, sweetie, I know you don’t like working with other people much, but if we don’t get more help soon this festival is going to be the biggest disaster of my career.’ Without giving her stunned friend time to comment, Alice went on, ‘It’s November 13th already. Our Christmas at the Castle Literary Festival is in exactly three weeks and we need another person to help us.’

Charlie was taken aback. Even when they’d been at university together, Alice had been an expert at eliciting assistance from people without them even realising that she was getting them to do what she wanted. Never before had Charlie heard her admit she needed help. Studying her friend more carefully, Charlie noticed that there were dark shadows under Alice’s eyes.

‘Actually, I was going to suggest that myself.’ Glad that Alice had seen sense, and that her rehearsed plea for more assistance would not be required, Charlie was still surprised by the decision, and more than a little intrigued. ‘You’ve organised literary festivals before. You travelled to London last year to do one all by yourself.’

With a ladylike sip of her latte, Alice agreed. ‘I know. I was born to be a one-woman band. I operate better that way – but this is proving to be a nightmare. When I did the event in London, everything was convenient. Loads of authors live there and there’s a potential audience on tap. Public transport is good, so if people from the other side of the city want to be there, they can be. Up here – honestly! I thought I was doing something good for the area but all I get is obstacles.’

Glancing around the café, hoping that no one local had heard and taken offence at Alice’s complaint, Charlie asked the question which had been nagging in the back of her mind for a while. ‘What made you want to do a festival here anyway? I never understood why you picked Banchory and not Edinburgh, seeing as you live there now.’

‘Literary festivals are the in-thing right now. I wanted to see if a small tourist community could sustain one.’

Alice’s answer had come out far too fast, and Charlie suddenly felt suspicious. ‘But there are loads of literary festivals in small towns and villages these days. I was at a really good one in Tiverton, in Devon, only a few months ago.’

Alice stirred her coffee. ‘OK, I should have said in Scotland.’

Charlie was convinced her friend was lying, but she wasn’t sure why. ‘Loads of Scottish towns have festivals. Come on, Alice, why here?’

‘It’s a beautiful place. More people should see it; although I grant you the festival is three miles away at the castle, so not everyone will come into the town itself.’

‘I can’t argue with the knock-out location argument,’ Charlie said, ‘but why really? Please don’t do the mysterious hot-shot businesswoman bit with me Alice..’

Not looking at her companion, Alice reached into her designer bag and pulled out a notebook and matching pen, and mumbled, ‘Cameron asked me to.’

Charlie’s cheeks instantly went red. ‘Cameron Hunter? He doesn’t live here anymore. I thought you guys were a thing of the past?’

‘We are. But I owe him. He asked me for help. He’s working up at Crathes Castle, running the estate management team. Tasked with bringing in new events to improve the out-of-season tourist figures.’

Speaking slowly, as if trying to get her head around a difficult sum, Charlie said, ‘Cameron Hunter is back? Cameron who treats me as though I’m invisible?’

Alice rolled her eyes. ‘He never thought you were invisible! Honestly, Charlie, I can’t believe you’re still going on about that. I thought you were paranoid at the time, but it was five years ago! And you wouldn’t want him now anyway, would you?’ She studied her friend more shrewdly. ‘Or would you?’

‘Not even if he was soaked in chocolate, but that is not the point.’ Charlie couldn’t believe Alice had put her in this position. ‘He made me feel small and worthless. I bet if you mentioned me by name to him he wouldn’t know who the hell you were talking about.’ Charlie closed her eyes for a second while she tried to calm the anger that was rapidly tightening in her chest. ‘We used to spend hours chatting while he waited around for you to beautify yourself, and yet the second you arrived he acted as though you two were the only people in the world.’

Alice raised her eyebrows. ‘Don’t be ridiculous, it was never like that. And it’s hardly his fault you got a crush on him.’ Shaking her head as if to dismiss a non-existent problem, like she would at work, Alice said, ‘The thing is, his job at Crathes is currently temporary. Cameron has to secure a profit-making event in the first four months of his job for it to become permanent.’

Charlie’s palms had gone as clammy as if it was the middle of summer. ‘But we’re holding the festival at the castle.’

‘That’s what I’m saying! Cameron couldn’t find anyone willing to run an event at such short notice so close to Christmas. Craft fairs have been done to death and it’s too cold for outdoor theatre. So he came to my company for ideas.’

‘The man whose heart you broke. The man you left without a word so you could go and be a big city success?’ Charlie couldn’t get her head straight. ‘Why didn’t you tell me he was here, or that it was his festival I was helping plan?’

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