Twoâs companyâ¦
If you asked Mollie whether she struggled as a single mum, sheâd have to cover her daughterâs ears before answering. Surrounded by friends, watching Esme grow into the sassiest eleven-year-old in North London, and building her name as TV chef Mollie Makes, Mollieâs never been happier. Well, thatâs what sheâd tell you. But as her best friends pair off, and Esme starts getting into trouble at school, Mollie wonders whether life would be different â not betterâ¦but easier â with a team mate.
Threeâs a crowd?
But Esmeâs dad, Jamie, would be the last man Mollie would team up with. After all, he made it clear eleven years ago that he wasnât interested in playing the family game. So when he suddenly reappears, Mollie canât believe her eyes. And soon, sheâs got to ask herself the hardest question yet: she knows she can succeed as a single mum. But what if her daughter doesnât want her to?
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Driving Home for Christmas
My So-Called (Love) Life
If You Donât Know Me By Now
Praise for A.L. Michael
âI know itâs a good book when I shut the Kindle cover and sigh with contentment. The Last Word totally did it for me.â 4* from Angela*
âThis is a funny, funny book.â 5* to The Last Word from Rosee**
âFresh, fast and ⦠had that magical romance feeling and a bit of hotness that you just canât help but love. Absolutely brilliant!â 5* to The Last Word from The Book Geek Wears Pajamas
âI LOVED THIS. I laughed, I cried, I fell in love. All of the emotions were felt in the reading of this book and it is definitely one of the best Christmas releases that Iâve read this year.â 5* to Driving Home for Christmas from Erinâs Choice**
âI laughed, I cried and I was left with that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you read something wonderful.â 5* to Driving Home for Christmas from That Thing She Reads
âThe story put a huge smile on my face and itâs just a feel-good with a bit of spark, glimmer, friendship, heart, fun and love. I couldnât put it down!!!â 5* to My So-Called (Love) Life from Simona**
âMy So-Called (Love) Life was one of those books I just happened to read at the right time which completely lifted my mood and made me feel and smile and want to start reading again.â 5* to My So-Called (Love) Life from Sophie*
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**Review from Amazon
Be My Baby
The House on Camden Square
A. L. Michael
A. L. MICHAEL
is a twenty-something writer from North London, currently living in Watford. She has a BA in English Literature with Creative Writing, and an MA in Creative Entrepreneurship (both from UEA) and is studying for an MSc in Creative Writing for Therapeutic Purposes. She is not at all dependent on her student discount card. She works as a therapeutic creative facilitator, a reports writer, and is currently working on her eighth novel.
Big love to my writer friends for constantly listen to me whine, for my work friends for listening to me whine, and for all of them for recommending wine. And a huge thank you to three mama bear Mollie inspirations:
To the wonderful Sara Veal, of Huhbub, who arranged the sparkliest, most fabulous book launch a girl could ask for. And is some kind of superwoman.
A huge, big bear-hug of a thank you to Kaisha from The Writing Garnet, who has worked so hard to share this series, because she knows how much itâs meant to me. Youâre a superstar, lady.
And thank you to Megan Stachini, who lent me Mollieâs name, as well as inspiring me with her amazing ability to work, succeed, dream, be a mum and kick some arse.
For those mamas, making it work no matter what. Youâre warrior queens.
And for my Mama.
For so many reasons.
Chapter One
Well, Mollie thought as she desperately sipped her glass of Pinot Grigio, Ben was perfectly nice. But he was going to have to die.
This one was all Kitâs fault, suggesting a âfriendâ from work. Ben was an accountant, he went to the gym every day at five a.m., he loved holidays in the south of France and would choose a good cheeseboard over a dessert, every time. Ben also chewed with his mouth open, and if she had to look at the half-masticated cow heâd been rolling around his trap whilst heâd been talking, for one moment more, Mollie thought she might vomit. Also, the man didnât ask questions.
âWell, I should probably get going, got a big morning tomorrow, you know,â Mollie shrugged, signalling desperately to the waitress for the bill, and reaching for her purse.
âBig morning?â Ben smiled, âI thought you worked in the arts? Surely itâs all ten a.m. starts and parties?âAh, so he did ask questions. Stupid questions.
âNope, Iâve started a company creating healthy, exciting food for kids. Iâm being interviewed for a morning TV slot. Mollie Makes...â Mollie shrugged awkwardly, ignoring the fact that, whilst that was true, that wasnât happening tomorrow. Tomorrow morning she was taking her daughter to school. Not that he knew she had a daughter, because Ben didnât ask questions.