Stevie is Head Receptionist and general dogsbody in a quirky Cornish hotel that has sloping floors and dodgy plumbing. The staff are a friendly bunch, if a little wacky. There's a mediocre cook who calls himself a Chef and comes with tattoos across his knuckles that say 'game over'. The young Kitchen Porter breaks out in spots at inconvenient times, but makes incredible weapons-grade coffee. And Doris, the Head Chambermaid, a solid woman - all bust and batwing arms - packs the punch of a small nuclear warhead. Harry, the owner, lapses into a confusing Brooklyn accent and has a spreading waistline thanks to his fondness for the local ale called 'Betty Stogs'. But Stevie sorts them all out and still has time to find her perfect toy-boy.
Reviews for Ice Cream for Breakfast
5.0 out of 5 stars - By Rosa M Dulac on 10 May 2015 Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase.
"...I couldn't put this book down. It had me laughing and crying and by the end of the book I felt like I knew the characters personally. It also touches on two important issues which I feel passionate about. A very good read and I recommend to all my friends who like this particular genre of book!..."
"...I really enjoyed this book. This is not the usual genre of reading for me but I thought I would give it a try. I am really glad I did. I was well and truly hooked and laughing at the machinations of Harry the hotel owner and boss. A prince of dodgy dealing, being a scrooge, and thoroughly awful management. Stevie is the live in hotel receptionist, early thirties, with her own set of problems. I loved her character as she juggles dealing with customer's problems, temperamental staff, and Harry. Her love life and private life are about to be turned upside down after she receives news from a solicitor..."
Alice Larkins' life is perfect. She has an incredible job, her luxurious flat overlooking the River Thames is to die for, and she's dating a powerful, charismatic man. But life is fragile and fleeting, and perfection is only a myth. In an eye-blink, she loses her job, her man, and even her name when a sinister stalker enters her life..
Jill Webster is an optimist. Her mother taught her from an early age to turn life's lemons into lemonade. But when you're a single parent trying to juggle two children, a job, pay the mortgage, fix a dodgy boiler and scrape up this month's child minding fees, you have to squeeze those lemons pretty hard. But that's the easy bit.
Ask her - and she'll tell you she's just an ordinary thirty-something. So why is someone stalking her, threatening her children? She convinces herself it's a case of mistaken identity. But when she's attacked and ends up in hospital, Jilly has to face the fact that her normal life has changed forever.
When she finds out that her ex-husband Bill (who abandoned her for a twenty-one year old computer tech) has been leading a double life on the criminal margins, putting her and her kids Millie and Tom in danger, Jill turns into a ruthless tigress protecting her cubs and taking the man on at his own game. Bill has a dark secret that makes him dangerous to his Russian Mafia bosses and he's dragged her into it.
The problem is Jill has no idea what that secret is. Her search for the truth takes her on a dangerous journey, away from her beloved Cornwall. Her internal Sat-Nav leads her to the fishing village of Maidens in south west Scotland and the dark icy waters of a Norwegian Fjord at midnight.
Just when she thinks she will never be safe again, Jill finds an ally. A man she feels she can rely on and someone who can help solve the mystery. Someone who once again makes her feel vibrant and alive, reminds her she is a woman, and in a hotel in Norway with the temperature below zero, they turn up the heat. It's a glorious, even ecstatic, coupling of two lonely human beings, greedy for physical touch. It's pure sex, lust, carnality. It's unforgettable. But is it love?
Tommy Hopkins is a ten-year-old orphan and a Victorian climbing-boy forced to go up into dangerous, dark chimneys with only a small brush and a scraper - often when the flues are still red hot. And he works for a cruel and sadistic master called Old Belter, real name Mr Akroyd. One night Belter goes too far and savagely beats a new climbing boy. The lad, nicknamed Screecher, is only seven and Tommy comes to his rescue. Becomes a hero. Fed up the cruelty and harsh existence of their lives, Tommy trips Belter up on the cobblestones of the stinking old warehouse where they all sleep and thinks he has killed the man. Tommy leads a small band of runaways: his best friend Jimmy, Screecher and climbing-girl Lucy, to the arches under Blackfriars Bridge. He promises to take them out of London, away from the rats and the horrible overpowering stink of the River Thames. It is a sacred trust. A blood oath. And Tommy is a lad of his word..