Celebrations at the Beach Hotel by Francesca Capaldi (book extract)

 

I'm delighted to invite Francesca Capaldi to my blog today, with a book extract from her latest historical novel, Celebrations at the Beach Hotel.

Celebrations at the Beach Hotel

Sisters Alice and Annie have always been close but will a man come between them?

Annie and Alice love their life working at the Beach Hotel together and each is thrilled to have finally found a sweetheart. Yet the path of true love never did run smooth, and they soon find themselves facing conflict and strife. Could love come between them and the bond they share?

Meanwhile, as men start to come home from the war, the women have to work out how to keep their jobs, although they are delighted to be back with their beaus. Soon, wedding bells ring out in Littlehampton.

Will everything be made right in time for Christmas?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Extract: Celebrations at the Beach Hotel by Francesca Burgess

 

The men have slowly been returning from the war to the Beach Hotel to work. Alice Twine had looked forward to Jasper returning, but things haven’t turned out the way she’d hoped.

 

The following Monday, it was Alice’s afternoon off. She was glad to get away from her sister, and the growing whisper around the staff that she was walking out with Jasper. At the same time, she felt lonely, wandering around the town on her own, her head filled with unwelcome thoughts from which there was little distraction. She’d asked an old school friend, who lived near them in Wick, whether she fancied a trip out, as they’d done on occasion. But her friend’s day off from the grocery store was currently on a Wednesday.

Walking down High Street, she stopped to look in the window of Mann’s, the draper’s shop. Perhaps she should buy some fabric and make herself something, a dress maybe, like the straight-lined, mid-calf length ones she’d seen some young women wearing. It might do her good to have a little project like this to interest her. And it would be much cheaper to make it than to buy it. She unclipped the metal catch on her handbag and took out her purse to peer inside. There wasn’t enough, and her savings were in a box at home, under her bed. She should have thought of it before.

She put the purse back in her handbag and was about to close the clip, when she was pushed forward, almost hitting the glass of the shop window. A young man had bumped into her, knocking her handbag off her wrist. With it still being open, her purse, comb and handkerchief spilled onto the pavement.

The young man crouched down quickly to pick the bag up, along with the items. At first, she panicked, afraid he was going to steal them, but he quickly stood up and handed the bag back to her, looking contrite.

‘I am so sorry. How clumsy of me. I really should look where I’m going,’ he said in a middle-class accent.

She was struck by his good looks and by how tall he was. His hair was very fair and a little longer than was fashionable. He had on a grey cap. His beard was fair too, with a hint of ginger, and he was wearing glasses. His neat, blue, three-piece suit, visible under a smart, open coat, was quite dapper.

‘That’s all right.’ She smiled to make him feel better. ‘No harm done.’

‘I do feel guilty. I hope your bag and the other bits haven’t got too dirty.’

‘They’ll survive.’

‘Listen, to make up for my clumsiness, could I buy you a cup of tea somewhere?’

She faltered for a moment, not knowing how to react to this rather swift invitation.

‘Sorry, where are my manners. I should have introduced myself first. I’m Jamie. Jamie… Sparks.’

She didn’t know him from Adam, so would it be right to agree? Then again, there were plenty of people around, so it wasn’t like she’d be in any danger.

She held out her hand and he shook it. ‘And I’m Alice Twine.’

‘Nice to meet you, Alice.’

‘And nice to meet you, Jamie. Yes please, a cup of tea would be very welcome.’

For a moment she was hopeful that he’d suggest Read’s Dining Rooms, as it was just around the corner on Surrey Street. She’d always fancied visiting it.

‘There’s a nice little tearoom at the end of High Street: Kimble’s.’ He pointed in the opposite direction.

‘Yes, I know the one. All right.’

They said little as they made their way to Kimble’s, and she wondered whether this would be a rather stilted affair. She questioned her decision; she wasn’t good at talking to strangers. But then how was she ever going to meet a future husband?

Future husband! She had no illusions that Mr Sparks was any such thing, but she had to start somewhere.

To her relief, once they were settled into the cafe, awaiting their order, he started chatting.

‘It’s my day off today and I wasn’t looking forward to spending it alone, yet again, so I am glad I, um, “bumped” into you, though I wish it hadn’t been quite so literally.’

‘It’s my afternoon off too. Where do you work?’

‘I’m a reporter for the Sussex Daily News.’

‘Isn’t their office on Terminus Road, near the railway station?’

‘That’s right.’

‘You must be well educated to do that job.’

‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ he said shyly. ‘I’m just good with words. Where do you work?’

‘I, um, work in the stillroom at the Beach Hotel, on the common.’ It wasn’t quite true, of course, but it sounded better than ‘scullery maid’, which might be considered the lowest job at the hotel.

‘The Beach Hotel, eh? Very posh.’

He looked a little surprised – or was it even shocked? – at first. Didn’t she look good enough to work there?

‘It is very posh. I work with my sister mostly, which can get a bit much at times, as she’s older and rather bossy.’

‘What’s it like, working there, apart from having a bossy sister?’ He chuckled.

‘It’s a great place to work. The manageress, Mrs Bygrove, treats us all well. We’re very lucky in that way. Of course, during the war, it was mainly women doing the jobs, even as porters. The male staff are starting to come back now… those what survived.’

He nodded. ‘We lost a couple of the reporters I worked with too. I’ve always wanted to go for lunch or afternoon tea at the hotel, but I’m not classy enough.’

‘I wouldn’t say that.’ It was out of her mouth before she’d had time to consider it. It might sound like she had a fancy for him…

Purchase Link:

Amazon https://amzn.to/4gTi5fj

Kobo: https://bit.ly/4765y3M

Author Bio – 

Francesca Capaldi has enjoyed writing since she was a child, largely influenced by a Welsh mother who was good at improvised storytelling and an Italian father who loved history. She is the author of historical sagas, short stories and pocket novels. 

The first novel in the Beach Hotel series, A New Start at the Beach Hotel, won the Romantic Saga Award at the Romantic Novelists' Association Awards in 2024. The first novel in the Wartime in the Valleys series, Heartbreak in the Valleys, was shortlisted for the Historical Romantic Award in the RoNAs in 2021. 

Francesca was born and brought up on the Sussex coast, went to London to do a history degree, but has lived for many years in Kent with her family and a cat called Lando Calrission.

Social Media Links – 

Facebook: @ FrancescaCapaldiAuthor

Twitter: @ FCapaldiBurgess

Instagram: @francesca.capaldi.burgess

Tiktok: @francesca.capaldi.author

Website: francesca-capaldi.com