One Week ’Til Christmas
‘Absolutely fell in love with this book!… I just couldn't put it down!… The perfect Christmas read!’ NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars Two people. One chance meeting. Seven days to Christmas. Isobel Bennett is waiting for the number 11 bus when a man quite literally falls into her lap. Snow is falling, Christmas lights are twinkling, and a gorgeous man with dark brown hair has just slipped on ice and is now pressed against Isobel. Isobel knows she’s not imagining the chemistry between them. But then his ride arrives and, embarrassed, he beats a hasty retreat, murmuring apologies – and Isobel realises only too late that she didn’t manage to catch his name… When she runs into him again the next morning, she decides it’s fate. It’s a second chance for Isobel and Tom – but there’s only one week until she’s leaving London for good. Seven days of enjoying all the festive delights the city has to offer: ice-skating at Somerset House, mulled wine on the Southbank, Christmas shopping at Liberty. There’s magic in the air and mistletoe in the trees – but what will happen when the week is over? For fans of Josie Silver, Lucy Diamond and Marian Keyes, this is one Christmas romance you don’t want to miss! Readers LOVE One Week ’Til Christmas! ‘I devoured this book! I was so engrossed that I read it in one afternoon. ’ NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars ‘One of my favourite festive reads… A gorgeous festive treat of a read. ’ NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars ‘What a wonderful book. A total delight from the very beginning to the end… I loved it. ’ NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars ‘A wonderful book from start to finish… Literally made me laugh out loud…An utterly perfect read. Highly recommended and worthy of five shiny stars. ’ NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars ‘Swoon-worthy romance, laugh-out-loud comedy, more drama then you can shake a stick at… Sure to put everyone in the Christmas spirit. ’ NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars ‘This book had me from the start… A great story to get you in the mood for Christmas. ’ NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars ‘Incredible. ’ NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars
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BELINDA MISSEN is a reader, author, and sometimes blogger. When she’s not busy writing or reading, she can be found travelling the Great Ocean Road and beyond looking for inspiration. She lives with her husband, cats, and collection of books in regional Victoria, Australia.
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One Week ’Til Christmas
BELINDA MISSEN
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019
Copyright © Belinda Missen 2019
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E-book Edition © November 2019 ISBN: 9780008296933
Version: 2019-10-01
Table of Contents
About the Author
Readers Love Belinda Missen
Also by Belinda Missen
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Publisher
For the SBG
10 Days ’til Christmas
The bell above my head chimed as I stepped inside from the cold. My hair stopped whipping around my face and I loosened the belt of my coat. The reassuring clack, clack, clack of my suitcase followed me over the tiles like a trusty steed.
‘Here she is!’ Alfred looked up from behind his glossy red coffee maker, tapped the portafilter on the bench and dangled a takeaway cup in the air. ‘Good to see you again.’
‘I’m just like Halley’s Comet,’ I teased. ‘Only I show up more often and I’m not as bright.’
‘I won’t hear a word of it.’ He laughed. ‘How long are you here for this time?’
‘An entire eight days.’ I dug my purse out of my backpack. ‘Well, seven and a half now, I suppose. I’ve just dropped the hire car at Heathrow.’
‘Hire car? You mean you’ve been here long enough to have a road trip, and this is the first I’m hearing of it?’ He feigned disgust. ‘You awful woman.’
‘I probably shouldn’t tell you about Belfast, then?’ I smirked.
Alfred clucked his tongue.
I guess the first thing you should know about me is that I love to travel. There’s nothing more thrilling than the thrust of an aeroplane the moment the wheels leave the tarmac. It says, ‘Here you are, welcome to your next adventure. Enjoy your stay, make sure your tray table is upright, and tip your wait staff accordingly.’
In my decade as a travel writer, I’ve been to places I never thought possible. I’ve been smeared in coloured powders during the festival of Holi in India, bumbled my way through hymns inside St Mark’s Basilica, and watched the Northern Lights on a night so cold it felt like I’d found the dark side of the moon and decided to dance the jig in a polka-dot bikini.
But above all that, I’ve made friends in every corner, crevice, and back alley of the globe. Like a sailor (allegedly) has a girl in every port, so too do I have a bed in every city. It might be a couch, sofa bed, or bunk in a shared room, but it’s the unspoken pact of international friendship. The front door is always open. The keys are yours. You just have to get here.
Right now, here was London – ooh, and a text message.
If you’re at Alfred’s, can you grab a fresh baguette? Like The Proclaimers – I’m on my way.
I smiled at Estelle’s message and slipped my phone back into my pocket.
Estelle was one of those friends. We met during a sweltering summer in Japan ten years ago. It was my first assignment with the Melbourne Explorer, and her fifth with the magazine she wrote for. Like that scene from Forrest Gump, the only seat left on a crowded bus to Furano was next to her.
