Lindsey Kelk 3-Book ‘I Heart’ Collection: I Heart New York, I Heart Hollywood, I Heart Paris
A great value ebook of the first three hugely enjoyable and addictive I Heart novels, I Heart New York, I Heart Hollywood and I Heart ParisWhen Angela Clark flees her best friend's wedding for New York, leaving chaos, an injured groom and a boyfriend in her wake, her adventures are only just beginning.Follow her through three hilarious and highly entertaining novels as her attempts to start a new life and new career – and a new love affair too – take her to Hollywood and Paris as well as back to her new favourite place, NYC. Being Angela, it's not long before she's in one scrape after another…
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LINDSEY KELK
I HEART NEW YORK,
I HEART HOLLYWOOD, I HEART PARIS
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the authorâs imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
I Heart New York first published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2009
I Heart Hollywood first published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2010
I Heart Paris first published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2010
Copyright © Lindsey Kelk 2012
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
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Ebook Edition © June 2012 ISBN: 9780007492107
Version: 2017-08-22
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
The aisle looks really, really long.
And my tiara feels so tight.
Can you put weight on around your head? Have I got muffin top on my scalp? And my shoes really hurt. No matter how beautiful or how expensive they might be; the balls of my feet feel as if theyâve been up and down a cheese grater and then dipped in TCP.
I saw Mark standing at the end of the aisle, looking relaxed and happy. Well, I suppose he doesnât have to walk down it in four-inch Christian Louboutins and a fishtail floor-length gown. You canât even see the bloody shoes, Angela, I chide myself. Not even the tip of the toe.
And now my hands feel sweaty. Do I have sweat patches? I tried to sneak a peak under my arms without dislodging anything important from my bouquet.
âAngela? Are you all right?â Louisa frowned at me, a picture of perfection, calm as anything, immaculate make-up and not teetering a touch. And her heels are higher than mine.
âUh-huh,â I replied, as eloquent as ever. Thank God itâs her wedding and not mine. And please God, while Iâm at it, could you not let Mark focus on what a shoddy bridesmaid Iâm turning out to be, just in case it puts him off setting our date. Seriously though, sweat patches would show horribly, the dress is a light coffee colour, specially selected to make me look sick as a dog.
I stumbled down the aisle behind Louisa, with a small smile for my mum and dad, looking appropriately happy whilst acknowledging the solemnity of the occasion. I really hope thatâs how I look, anyway. There is a good chance I look as if I am wondering whether or not Iâve left my hair straighteners on. Shit! What if I have left my hair straighteners on?
Iâm always struck by how short wedding ceremonies are. The months of engagement, hours of planning, a whole weekend for the hen do even, and the lifelong deal was done inside twenty minutes and a couple of hymns. Even the photos took longer than the actual service.
âI canât believe Iâm married!â Louisa breathed. Weâd got to the not-at-all cheesy bride and head bridesmaid smiling by a fountain section. Oh dear. The poses came naturally, weâd been practising them with each other since we were old enough to hang pillowcases off the back of our heads, after all. âAngela, can you believe it?â
âOf course I can,â I said, squeezing her closely to me, ignoring the photographerâs direction. âYou and Tim have been practically married since you were fourteen.â
