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Sorcha Lennox

Romance

Sorcha Lennox is the Avelrow identity for Small-Town Romance, built for readers who want a clear romantic promise, strong chemistry and an ending earned by what the characters survive together.

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Contemporary Women's Fiction · Small-Town Romance

Books on Avelrow

4 ready to browse · 4 approved in the catalogue

Contemporary Women's Fiction

A Harbour for Maeve

Sorcha Lennox

The gale warning hit the parish WhatsApp five minutes after Maeve Hayes dragged the first sheet of plywood from the storeroom, and three minutes after she decided she didn’t need anyone’s help to get it over the pub windows. Rain came at her sideways, a thousand pins seeking the seams in her sleeves. She braced a boot on the sill, drove a screw until the drill whined, and told herself she wouldn’t look when a van took the corner too fast and braked too hard outside.

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Small-Town Romance

A Photograph That Arrived Dry

Sorcha Lennox

THE THINGS THE SEA DOES NOT KEEP The sea returned the wedding photographs on a Thursday. It did not return the wedding. That distinction would matter later.

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Small-Town Romance

Borrowed Cottage Hearts

Sorcha Lennox

Ronan O’Doherty had never liked the way the cottage fell quiet at night. It wasn’t real quiet, not with the wind coming in off the Atlantic and rattling the old storm windows, and the sea pushing itself up against the harbour wall like it might finally work out how to climb. The pipes clanked, the turf in the grate sighed and settled, and somewhere down the hall his father snored like a tractor that ought to be retired.

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Small-Town Romance

Girls of Copper Street

Sorcha Lennox

Ferry Ticket The ferry terminal at two in the morning looked less like a place for travel than a place where people came to be judged by fluorescent lights. Grace Mallon stood beneath one of them with her hood stuck to the back of her neck, her suitcase listing against her shin, and a paper cup of tea cooling in her hand because she had forgotten she was holding it.

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