âThe author never strikes a false note, tempering poignancy perfectly with humour.â
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âClassic Fionaâfunny with fantastic characters. I was charmed from the first page.â
âwww.goodreads.com on Invitation to the Bossâs Ball
âItâs the subtle shadings of characterisation
that make the story work, as well as the sensitive handling of key plot points.â
âRT Book Reviews
âFiona Harperâs Christmas Wishes, Mistletoe Kisses
pairs a simple plot with complex characters, to marvellous effect. Itâs both moving and amusing.â
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As a child, FIONA HARPER was constantly teased for either having her nose in a book, or living in a dream world. Things havenât changed much since then, but at least in writing sheâs found a use for her runaway imagination. After studying dance at university, Fiona worked as a dancer, teacher and choreographer, before trading in that career for video-editing and production. When she became a mother she cut back on her working hours to spend time with her children, and when her littlest one started pre-school she found a few spare moments to rediscover an old but not forgotten loveâwriting.
Fiona lives in London, but her other favourite places to be are the Highlands of Scotland, and the Kent countryside on a summerâs afternoon. She loves cooking good food and anything cinnamon-flavoured. Of course she still canât keep away from a good book, or a good movieâespecially romancesâbut only if sheâs stocked up with tissues, because she knows she will need them by the end, be it happy or sad. Her favourite things in the world are her wonderful husband, who has learned to decipher her incoherent ramblings, and her two daughters.
THE noise of the helicopterâs rotor blades made chit-chat impossible. Just as well, really, because Finn had no idea what to say to the tiny woman sitting next to him. Her eyes were wide, her knees clamped together, and her claw-like fingers clutched onto her seat belt as if it were a lifeline.
What on earth had Simon done?
Iâve found a fabulous replacement for Anya Pirelli, his producer had said. Just you wait! A real coup!
Finn knew sales patter when he heard it and after seeing the goods on offer he wasnât sure he was buying. She certainly wouldnât have been his choice for a celebrity guest star.
She was tiny, this woman. A ballet dancer, Simon had said. If they were standing sheâd barely reach his shoulders. Nothing like the Amazonian tennis player, with her sporty curves and long blond hair, who was supposed to have been sitting beside him.
No, this woman was so thin she was hardly there. Would probably blow away in a stiff breeze â¦
Thinking of high winds, he turned to look past the pilotâs head through the windshield. The meteorological report had said the storm would hit in the small hours of the morning, but it seemed that the fickle tropical weather had decided to kick up a spectacular welcome for them. A greyish-purple cloud hung on the horizon and the sea below the helicopter was rapidly turning dark and choppy.
The pilot was also frowning and he turned to Finn and shook his head before focusing once again on the darkening sky.
Unfortunately, Finn knew exactly what that meant. He unbuckled his seat belt and reached for his rucksack. Twenty quid said the ballerina baulked at this latest development and heâd be making his way to their temporary desert island home with only Dave the cameraman for company.
Seriously? Had Simon really thought this womanâthis girl, almostâwas suitable for a gritty survival skills TV programme? He caught Daveâs eye. They both looked at the tiny, clenched woman sitting between them, then back at each other. It seemed Finn wasnât the only one who thought Simonâs efforts at scraping the bottom of the celebrity barrel for Anyaâs replacement had been unsuccessful.
The camera operator began to move, too, making sure he had all his equipment with him. A fuller crew would be arriving by much more civilised means later, but for now they only needed Dave, who was used to haring around after Finn and doing daft things. Despite his grumbling to the contrary, Finn was sure Dave secretly loved it.
The tiny ballerina was watching them as if sheâd never seen anyone load a rucksack before. She was completely still, and the only parts of her that moved were her eyes, which darted between him and the cameraman.
âWhatâs happening?â she asked. But Finn didnât hear the words; he just saw her mouth move.