From Paris, With Love
From the bestselling author of Doubting AbbeyEvery girl dreams of hearing those four magical words Will you marry me? But no-one tells you what’s supposed to happen next…Fun-loving Gemma Goodwin knows she should be revelling in her happy-ever-after. Except when her boyfriend Lord Edward popped the question, after a whirlwind romance, although she didn’t say no….she didn’t exactly say yes either!A month-long cookery course in Paris could be just the place to make sure her heart and her head are on the same page… And however disenchanted with romance Gemma is feeling, the City of Love has plenty to keep her busy; the champagne is decadently quaffable, the croissants almost too delicious, and shopping is a national past-time! In fact, everything in Paris makes her want to say Je t’aime… Except Edward!But whilst Paris might offer plenty of distractions from wedding planning – including her new friends, mysterious Joe and hot French rockstar Blade - there’s no reason she couldn’t just try one or two couture dresses is there? Just for fun…Praise for Samantha Tonge'I was hooked from the start, by this impressive debut novel' - Chicklit Club'This really was a humorous read, Gemma is such a witty character who always seems to get herself into mischief, I never expected this book to be a witty read but it was the humour that kept me hooked.' - Rea Book Reviews'Samantha Tonge… takes all our guilty pleasures and wraps them in one good read.' - Novel Escapes on Doubting Abbey'Doubting Abbey by Samantha Tonge is a well written, engaging and fun read due to a different plot line and lovable characters. A recommended read for all the lovers of Rom com and chick lit.' - HarlequinJunkie'This was a fantastic debut for Samantha Tonge and I look forward to more of her books.' - Rea Book Review on Doubting Abbey'Doubting Abbey is a lovely fun read set in a beautiful old hall and with a lovely family ethos behind it.' - Room for Reading
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Every girl dreams of hearing those four magical words Will you marry me? But no-one tells you whatâs supposed to happen nextâ¦
Fun-loving Gemma Goodwin knows she should be revelling in her happy-ever-after. Except when her boyfriend Lord Edward popped the question, after a whirlwind romance, although she didnât say noâ¦.she didnât exactly say yes either!
A month-long cookery course in Paris could be just the place to make sure her heart and her head are on the same page⦠And however disenchanted with romance Gemma is feeling, the City of Love has plenty to keep her busy; the champagne is decadently quaffable, the croissants almost too delicious, and shopping is a national past-time! In fact, everything in Paris makes her want to say Je tâaime⦠Except Edward!
But whilst Paris might offer plenty of distractions from wedding planning â including her new friends, mysterious Joe and hot French rockstar Blade - thereâs no reason she couldnât just try one or two couture dresses is there? Just for funâ¦
Doubting Abbey
From Paris, With Love
Samantha Tonge
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Version date: 2018-07-23
SAMANTHA TONGE
lives in Cheshire with her lovely family and two cats who think they are dogs. Along with writing, her days are spent willing cakes to rise and avoiding housework. A love of fiction developed as a child, when she was known for reading Enid Blyton books in the bath. A desire to write bubbled away in the background whilst she pursued other careers, including a fun stint working at Disneyland Paris. Formally trained as a linguist, Samantha now likes nothing more than holing herself up in the spare room, in front of the keyboard. Writing romantic comedy novels and short stories for womenâs magazines is her passion.
Iâd like to thank my editor, Lucy Gilmour, and the team at HQ Digital UK, for helping me make this story the very best it can be. Also my agent, Kate Nash, for her invaluable support. HQ Digital authors, you are the best! Thanks as well to my fellow Pink Ink Bloggers for making me laugh. Especially, Iâd like to acknowledge Martin, Immy and Jay â thanks guys, for always being there for me. These words are From Sam with Love.
Contents
For Martin, my very own man of mystery
In my gorgeous new dress and earrings borrowed from Abbey, I walked as elegantly as possible, down the aisle. I wore a pale blue set of underwear â apparently matching bras and knickers are the height of sophistication â and my motherâs old gold watch, for good luck. Sashaying now, I smiled at people to my left, and then my right. Ahead, Edward caught my eye and winked. Stomach tingling, I stopped by his side and stared at the lusciousness that was Lord Edward Croxley. *Sigh*. I grinned at the vicar. Today, Friday the first of February, was possibly one of the happiest of my life.
âMove out the way, will yer?â boomed a voice from behind. Talk about rude! I fought the urge to indicate with two fingers, in a âWâ shape for âWhateverâ, that Iâd only be a couple of seconds. I slipped off my jacket and dropped sideways, into my seat, next to my guy. The loud man pushed past, towards the loo. Still standing, unsteadily, the vicar burped and looked out of the window. Truth be told, he was a plumber called Jim and in fancy dress for a stag weekend.
Despite all that something borrowed, something blue malarkey, this was no wedding, but a trip on an aeroplane. Squirming in my seat, I pulled down the short hem to my cherry red dress. Some of last yearâs training that helped me pretend to be modest, aristocratic Abbey for two weeks had clearly stuck â thanks to my teacher, Lady Constance Woodfold (Lady C to me), and her crash course in how to act in a more refined way.
