Stuck with You: the perfect feel-good romantic comedy!
‘Sweet, charming and full of hope. I really loved this book!’ – Books Are Here For YouOne lift. Two strangers. Anything could happen!Elena thought that today would be just like any other day…until the supermarket lift jams and she realises she’s stuck.And not just stuck in the lift. Stuck with her childhood crush, Daniel Moore, who unfortunately seems to be just as gorgeous as she remembered…Fans of Debbie Johnson, Holly Martin and Christie Barlow will love this heartwarming read from the bestselling author of Marry Me Tomorrow.Praise for Stuck With You:‘Sweet, perfect and full of hope. I really loved this book!’ – Books Are Here for You‘A really lovely light hearted romance.’ – Jessica Bell (NetGalley reviewer)‘A fantastically heartwarming, beautiful story.’ – Natasha Potter at Lovereading.com‘Carla Burgess has another absolute winner with Stuck With You.’ – The Well-Read Pirate Queen
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One lift. Two strangers. Anything could happen!
Elena thought that today would be just like any other day…until the supermarket lift jams and she realises she’s stuck.
And not just stuck in the lift. Stuck with her childhood crush, Daniel Moore, who unfortunately seems to be just as gorgeous as she remembered…
Fans of Debbie Johnson, Holly Martin and Christie Barlow will love this heartwarming read, from the bestselling author of Marry Me Tomorrow.
Marry Me Tomorrow
Stuck With You
Carla Burgess
CARLA BURGESS
was born in Solihull and now lives in Chester with her husband, three children, dog and bearded dragon. Her love of books was sparked when she borrowed Ghost Ship to Ganymede by Robert Swindells from her primary school library and devoured it in one night. It was just after this that she started writing her own stories and inflicting them on family and friends. She began her working life as an editor on a trade magazine where she dreamed of writing about romance instead of tubing, but still felt privileged to be working with words. She has a degree in English literature and psychology, and loves animals, the countryside and the sea. Carla’s debut novel Marry Me Tomorrow, released in 2016, became a bestseller. For more information about Carla, you can follow her on Twitter @MsBear123 and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/carlaburgesswriter/
Huge thanks to the team at HQ Digital, especially my editors Charlotte Mursell and Rayha Rose.
Thank you to my family for putting up with me during the writing of this book, and also to all my lovely author friends who are always on hand with advice and support.
For Natalie, who walked with me to get the leaf.
Contents
Daniel walks across the room towards me. I can hardly believe it. He’s so handsome in his tuxedo. Goosebumps break out across my skin and the hairs on the back of my neck rise. My heart is thumping so hard I’m sure it must be visible through my prom dress.
‘Elena,’ he says, and he smiles, a sexy glint in his green eyes. He stands close enough so I can hear him above the music, and I feel the heat from his body. He smells divine. I just want to kiss him, but instead I say, ‘Hello, Daniel,’ in a surprisingly confident voice.
‘Do you want to dance?’ He raises an eyebrow flirtatiously, and his eyes burn into mine. My knees are weak, but I smile boldly, pretending I’m not completely in awe of him, just like I’ve been doing for the past two years. It’s hard though, when I’m so happy that I feel like beams of light are shooting from my body.
Daniel takes my hand and leads me onto the dance floor. The slow songs have already started, and couples are swaying to the music, entwined in each other’s arms beneath the glittering lights of the disco ball. Before I even have chance to worry about how we’re going to dance together, Daniel slips his hands around my waist and pulls me close.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he says into my ear, and his hot breath sears my skin. My eyes flicker up to his, and I don’t know what to say, so I just gaze at him, my arms around his neck. I’m tingling all over and his eyes don’t leave mine as he bends his head. Our lips meet, warm and soft…
‘Elena! Elena, wake up. Have you seen my pants?’
‘What?’ I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to leave my lovely dream world to deal with my grumpy real-life boyfriend.
‘My boxer shorts. Where are they? They’re not in my drawer.’
‘Errrm…’ Sighing deeply, I sat up. Alex was still dripping wet from the shower, a stripy green towel around his hips. ‘I don’t know… err, wait… I washed some yesterday. Try the radiator in the lounge.’ I yawned and tried to shield my eyes from the light. He disappeared from the bedroom, reappearing moments later holding a pair of blue boxer shorts.
‘They’re still wet!’ he said, accusingly. ‘Elena, what am I meant to do now?’
‘How is it my fault?’ I said, incensed. ‘The dryer’s broken. You wouldn’t have any clothes at all if I hadn’t have washed them yesterday. What happened to you doing your own washing? You should be grateful I washed them at all.’
‘You’re a woman, aren’t you? You should know about these things.’
‘Oh, get lost, Alex. This isn’t the nineteen-fifties, you know!’
‘What am I meant to do now? All of my underwear is either wet or dirty.’
‘They can’t be that wet. Pass them here and I’ll dry them with my hairdryer.’ Alex threw them at me and busied himself styling his hair in the mirror, muttering under his breath. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I switched on my hairdryer and blasted the pants dry. They were only a bit damp around the waist band, not as wet as Alex had made out. He was such a drama queen.
