Finding Mr Rochester
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In this fabulous ebook short story Trisha Ashley will whisk you away for a romantic treat on the Yorkshire moors.
Plus the first chance to get your hands on some exclusive Trisha Ashley recipes.
Budding author and die-hard Bronte fan Eleri Groves decides to escape from her disastrous love life to a remote farm cottage in Yorkshire.
Living in the land of the Brontes has got to be better than her life at home and she hopes that she’ll find some inspiration for her next book.
But what she doesn’t expect is to find her own Mr Rochester and much more than she bargained for …
A warm, witty and romantic short story from Sunday Times top 5 best-selling author Trisha Ashley.
course. When the experiment palled on Father he sent us all to the local school, and although Em didn’t mind being known as Effing Emily, I got very tired of being Scarlet Charlotte the Harlot. My family always called me Charlie, anyway.’ ‘Weird!’ she muttered again. ‘I suppose you will go back there?’ ‘I’ll have to, but I can’t just return as if the last twenty-three years never existed.’ Though, when I did visit home it felt as if I’d never left. Everything was the same: Em running the place
can do.’ ‘It seems to be coming along amazingly quickly – you’ll soon have it up and running at this rate,’ I said encouragingly. ‘Well, I’m pushing it as hard as I can, but it’s going to take every penny I’ve got, and if I fail, I risk losing the farm. I could do with some more income coming in till it opens.’ ‘The teashop seems to do a roaring trade. Couldn’t you get yourself put on one of those Brontë sightseeing trails so even more visitors come? I mean, they could drive up, you’ve got a
car parking area.’ ‘I’m a bit off the beaten track and the Brontës never came to Godesend that I ever heard of.’ Filled with warmth and gratitude … and possibly some other emotion, I found myself blurting out, ‘But there is!’ ‘Is what?’ ‘A Brontë connection!’ And after swearing him to secrecy, I explained about Hephzibah’s memoirs, my research and my novel, Finding Mr Rochester. He seemed less than impressed. ‘So, this Victorian diary was written after Charlotte Brontë’s death and repeats
pattern and small frills on the bodice and sleeves. ‘So, we’re almost ready,’ he said. ‘I’ll lose a bit of custom in the teashop, closing for the day, but it should be worth it in the long run. Someone from the Brontë society turned up while you were away,’ he added. ‘Really? That’s great! You’ll soon be firmly on the tourist trail. Have you had those restaurant flyers printed?’ ‘I’m picking them up later today. I wanted to wait as long as possible before putting an opening date on them, in
tables were covered in snowy cloths and set for tea, with a small gift bag at each place, containing a copy of my book and a cardboard fan printed with Jane Eyre quotes, inspired by Hephzibah’s biblical one. The memoirs themselves were on a shelf behind the counter, open at the relevant page. ‘Where’s Henry?’ I asked and she said he’d been in a furious frenzy of baking all morning and had only just gone up to change. ‘I hope he behaves himself when the guests arrive,’ she added. ‘It doesn’t