Tis the season to be jollyâ¦isnât it?
Amelia is at breaking point. Sheâs just lost her job and Doug, the love of her life, still hasnât broken up with his girlfriend. Surely a trip to the quiet countryside is just what she needs!
Phil is about to leave beautiful Buttersley for the other side of the world! The sunny shores of Australia will mean a new life with his girlfriend, but something is holding him backâ¦
Ella has never felt this way before â Jake OâDonnell is the most gorgeous man sheâs ever seen. And the more time she spends babysitting his kids, the more her feelings grow!
Stan should be happy. He loves his wife and their adorable baby girl more than anything! So why, when everythingâs finally going right, are they arguing more than ever?
One thingâs for sure, even when Buttersleyâs first snowflakes begin to fall, itâs never too cold for love to blossomâ¦
Perfect for fans of Trisha Ashley, Cathy Bramley and Claire Sandy.
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Alice Ross
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Version date: 2018-07-23
ALICE ROSS
escaped her dreary job in the financial services industry a few years ago and has never looked back. Dragging her personal chef (aka her husband) along with her, she headed to Spain, where she began writing witty, sexy romps destined to amuse readers slightly more than the pension brochures of her previous life. Now back in her home town of Durham, when not writing, she can be found scratching out a tune on her violin, walking her dog in wellies two sizes too big (donât ask!) or standing on her head in a yoga pose. Alice loves to hear from readers, and you can follow her on Twitter at @AliceRoss22 or on facebook.com/alice.ross.108.
A huge thank you, as always, to my fabulous editor, Charlotte Mursell, for all her input, guidance and hard work on this book. It is very much appreciated.
A special thanks to the HQ Digital design team for all three covers in the Countryside Dreams series â I absolutely love them.
And finally, a humongous thank you to Kaisha and Eva for their invaluable help with all my (many) child-related questions. âWowatoesâ â who knew!
For the gorgeous girls in Galashiels
Thank you for all your encouragement with the book â and the laundry!
A few days earlier
âGuess whoâs coming to stay,â announced Annie OâDonnell in the kitchen of The Cedars.
Seven-year-old Sophie began jumping up and down. âWho? Who?â
âAunty Amelia.â
Sophie ceased jumping and yanked the zip of her tiger onesie all the way up to her hairline.
Husband Jakeâs cheese and pickle sandwich came to a halt midway to his mouth.
Two-year-old Thomas dunked Mr Potato Head into his full pot of yoghurt.
And Pip the dog rolled over and played dead.
The response was much as Annie had expected.
Chapter One
In her walk-in wardrobe, clutching the handle of her empty suitcase, a surge of panic swept over Amelia Richards.
What on earth had inspired her to accept her sisterâs invitation to Yorkshire? Yorkshire for heavenâs sake. She couldnât even recall the name of the out-in-the-sticks village where Annie lived. Buttersworth, or Butterton, or something resembling a low-fat spread. More to the point, what did people wear there? She very much doubted the residents of Butters-whatever-it-was-called would be tottering about in Ted Baker pencil skirts, fitted jackets and six-inch Manolos. Her usual weekday attire.
Not, she hastily reminded herself, that she would have need of such attire again. Not for a while at least. Because it wasnât just sartorial problems triggering this fit of panic. Her job situation â or, rather, lack of job situation â was adding to her fragile state.