Lindsey Kelk 6-Book ‘I Heart...’ Collection
Indulge in the unputdownable I HEART series. Follow Angela’s adventures from day one . . .Includes two bonus short stories!When Angela Clark flees her best friend's wedding for New York, leaving chaos, an injured groom and a boyfriend in her wake, her adventures are only just beginning.Follow her through six hilarious and highly entertaining novels, as well as two short stories, as her attempts to start a new life and new career – and a new love affair too – take her to Hollywood, Vegas, Paris, back to London, all the way to Christmas. Being Angela, it's not long before she's in one scrape after another…Contains I Heart New York, I Heart Hollywood, I Heart Paris, Jenny Lopez Has A Bad Week, I Heart Vegas, I Heart London, I Heart Christmas, Jenny Lopez Saves Christmas
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Lindsey Kelk 6-book ‘I Heart’ Collection
Plus two bonus short stories!
I Heart New YorkI Heart HollywoodI Heart ParisJenny Lopez Has A Bad WeekI Heart VegasI Heart LondonI Heart ChristmasJenny Lopez Saves Christmas
Lindsey Kelk
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014
Copyright © Lindsey Kelk 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014
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Source ISBN: 9780007331604, 9780007353163, 9780007368679, 9780007383450, 9780007383733, 9780007444809, 9780007501526, 9780007501564
Ebook Edition © May 2015 ISBN: 9780008141332
Version: 2017-05-25
Contents
Copyright
Keep Reading Always the Bridesmaid
Keep Reading Girl
About the Author
Also by Lindsey Kelk
About the Publisher
LINDSEY KELK
I Heart New York
To the people that taught me everything I need to
know: Nana, Granddad, Janice, Phillip and Bobby
And to the people that taught me everything else:
James, Della, Catherine, Beth, Mark and Louise
Seventeen shades of thank you to everyone that made this book happen, especially Lynne Drew, Claire Bord and Victoria Hughes-Williams, I heart the second floor. Thank you to Katie Fulford for not putting my manuscript in the bin and telling me she’d read it in the first place. Thank you to Ayshea for putting your foot through that glass door and sending me to New York for the very first time. Thank you to everyone in the children’s team (past and present) for putting up with me for so long and keeping quiet from here on in. Thank you to Beth and Janet for putting up with me every time I need to ‘research’. And thank you to the dollar for being so weak for the last eighteen months. And thank you to Marc Jacobs for your never-ending parade of pretty. I owe you everything.
Contents
Epilogue
The aisle looks really, really long.
And my tiara feels so tight.
Can you put weight on around your head? Have I got muffin top on my scalp? And my shoes really hurt. No matter how beautiful or how expensive they might be, the balls of my feet feel as if they’ve been up and down a cheese grater and then dipped in TCP.
I saw Mark standing at the end of the aisle, looking relaxed and happy. Well, I suppose he doesn’t have to walk down it in four-inch Christian Louboutins and a fishtail floor-length gown. You can’t even see the bloody shoes, Angela, I chide myself. Not even the tip of the toe.
And now my hands feel sweaty. Do I have sweat patches? I tried to sneak a peak under my arms without dislodging anything important from my bouquet.
‘Angela? Are you all right?’ Louisa frowned at me, a picture of perfection, calm as anything, immaculate make-up and not teetering a touch. And her heels are higher than mine.
‘Uh-huh,’ I replied, as eloquent as ever. Thank God it’s her wedding and not mine. And please God, while I’m at it, could you not let Mark focus on what a shoddy bridesmaid I’m turning out to be, just in case it puts him off setting our date. Seriously though, sweat patches would show horribly, the dress is a light coffee colour, specially selected to make me look sick as a dog.
I stumbled down the aisle behind Louisa, with a small smile for my mum and dad, looking appropriately happy whilst acknowledging the solemnity of the occasion. I really hope that’s how I look, anyway. There is a good chance I look as if I am wondering whether or not I’ve left my hair straighteners on. Shit! What if I have left my hair straighteners on?
