âAlongside the humour, this story contains a large sprinkling of emotion, synonymous with every Liz Fielding story, that will have the reader reaching for the tissues while swallowing the lump in her throat. This is one story you donât want to miss!â
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âFieldingâs deft handling is a triumph. The characters are fabulous, the relationship between them complex and nuanced ⦠and keep a tissue handy at the end!â
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â⦠a magnificent setting, a feisty heroine, and a sexy heroâa definite page-turner. Who could ask for anything more?â
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LIZ FIELDING was born with itchy feet. She made it to Zambia before her twenty-first birthday and, gathering her own special hero and a couple of children on the way, lived in Botswana, Kenya and Bahrainâwith pauses for sightseeing pretty much everywhere in between. She finally came to a full stop in a tiny Welsh village cradled by misty hills, and these days mostly leaves her pen to do the travelling.
When sheâs not sorting out the lives and loves of her characters, she potters in the garden, reads her favourite authors, and spends a lot of time wondering âWhat if â¦?â
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The Last Woman Heâd Ever Date
Mistletoe and the Lost Stiletto SOS: Convenient Husband Required A Wedding at Leopard Tree Lodge Her Desert Dream Secret Baby, Surprise Parents Wedded in a Whirlwind
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I dedicate this book to my wonderful editor, Bryony Green,
who has held my hand, uncomplainingly, through more than twenty books. She has saved a book gone wrong with âPerhaps if you â¦â We have agonised over titles, dined in New York, celebrated an award at the Ritz and danced the night away in Washington. Itâs been great.
ITALIAN FOR BEGINNERS
My bag is packed, my flight booked. While my students are all flapping about in a last minute panic about coursework that needs to be handed to their new teacher in the first week of term, Iâll be getting to grips with the rush hour in Rome, first day nerves and life in a foreign language.
If they think that because Iâll be surrounded by art, culture, high fashion and endless sunshine, Iâve got the best deal, well, they may be right. At the moment Iâm only concerned about where Iâm going to live, how different this new school will be from Maybridge and whether my new students like me.
Watch this space â¦
âIâVE got a new job, Lex. In Rome.â
âYouâre leaving Maybridge High? The âworldâs most perfect jobâ?â
Sarah Gratton had been doing a fine job of convincing her colleagues that she couldnât wait to get on that plane. Actually, that part was true, but it was more escape than adventure and she should have known that her great-grandfather would see right through a smile that was making her face ache.
He might be rising ninety but he walked into town each morning to pick up his newspaper, and his brain was still sharp enough to do The Times crossword in ten minutes flat.
âTom was so popular, the kids loved him.â Her thumb automatically moved to fiddle with the ring that was no longer there. âI feel as if everyone blames me for him leaving.â
âHeâs the one who cheated, Sarah. If you give up the job you love, you lose twice.â
âHe didnât cheat.â
Didnât cheat. Didnât lie. Didnât pretend. He was incapable of that. Heâd told her that he still loved her, but that heâd fallen in love with someone else.
Heâd told her at the beginning of the half term holiday, giving her a whole week before she had to walk into the staff room. Face everyone.
What he hadnât told her was that heâd resigned, taken a job she knew heâd hate at the sports centre in Melchester.
Until then it hadnât been real.
Sheâd heard the words but hadnât been able to take them in. Had convinced herself that when she turned up in the staffroom on Monday morning everything would be as it should be. Back to normal.
But he hadnât been there.
Heâd had time to think it through, to accept that working together in the goldfish bowl of school would be impossible. He was the one whoâd sacrificed the job that was his life. That was how much he loved her.
How much he was in love with someone else.
Sheâd worked really hard to be worthy of that sacrifice. To think of her students when all she wanted to do was to curl up in a corner and bawl her eyes out.
Sheâd cleaned every trace of him out of her flat so that she wouldnât keep tripping over the memories. Put away photographs. Stopped going to the places where theyâd hung out with their friends.
But she couldnât scrub him out of school.