The Doris Day Vintage Film Club: A hilarious, feel-good romantic comedy
The amazing new romantic comedy from the #1 bestselling author of The Little Shop of Hopes and Dreams’Sweet and romantic, a story guaranteed to have you smiling’ - Milly JohnsonThe perfect pair for ‘pillow talk’?Claire Bixby grew up watching Doris Day films at her grandmother’s house and yearned to live in a world like the one on the screen – sunny, colourful and where happy endings were guaranteed. But recently Claire’s opportunities for a little ‘pillow talk’ have been thin on the ground.Until she meets new client Nic who comes into her travel agency looking to book the perfect get away. Too bad it’s for two!But as Nic and Claire get closer, the sparks start to fly, and Claire’s questioning everything Doris taught her about romance.Can true love ever really be just like it is in the movies?Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…Praise for Fiona Harper’Perfect cosy feel you want from a good book' - Paris Baker's Book Nook’A nice warm hug’ - Fabulous Book Fiend’Fiona Harper writes with an abundance of warmth and wit’ -Dot Scribbles’I would whole heartedly recommend this and I will be looking what else Fiona has done’ - Afternoon Bookery’A great romantic read’ - Book Chick CityFans of Jenny Colgan, Abby Clements and Miranda Dickinson will love Fiona Harper's fresh, fun writing
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As a child, FIONA HARPER was constantly teased for two things: having her nose in a book and living in a dream world. Things haven’t changed much since then, but at least she’s found a career that puts her runaway imagination to use!
Fiona loves dancing, so clear the floor if you’re ever at a party with her, and her current creative craze (one of a long list!) is jewellery making. She loves good books, good films and good food, especially anything cinnamon-flavoured, and she can always find room in her diet for chocolate or champagne!
Fiona loves to hear from readers and you can contact her through [email protected] or find her on her Facebook page (Fiona Harper Romance Author) or tweet her! (@FiHarperAuthor)
Table of Contents
Chapter One: Nobody’s Sweetheart
Chapter Three: Never Look Back
Chapter Four: I Can Do Without You
Chapter Five: Anything You Can Do
Chapter Six: Ain’t We Got Fun?
Chapter Seven: There’s Good Blues Tonight
Chapter Nine: By the Light of the Silvery Moon
Chapter Ten: Ready, Willing and Able
Chapter Eleven: Send Me No Flowers
Chapter Twelve: I’ll See You In My Dreams
Chapter Thirteen: A Wonderful Guy
Chapter Fourteen: That Touch of Mink
Chapter Fifteen: Three at a Table for Two
Chapter Sixteen: There Once Was a Man
Chapter Seventeen: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
Chapter Eighteen: A Woman’s Touch
Chapter Nineteen: You’re Getting to Be a Habit With Me
Chapter Twenty: Everybody Loves a Lover
Chapter Twenty-One: Let’s Take an Old-Fashioned Walk
Chapter Twenty-Two: I’m Beginning to See the Light
Chapter Twenty-Three: Young At Heart
Chapter Twenty-Four: I Got It Bad (and That Ain’t Good)
Chapter Twenty-Five: Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Cuddle Up a Little Closer
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Won’t You Dance With Me, Papa?
Chapter Twenty-Nine: What Does A Woman Do?
Chapter Thirty: Between Friends
Chapter Thirty-One: The Party’s Over
Chapter Thirty-Two: It’s Better to Conceal Than Reveal
Chapter Thirty-Three: I Love the Way You Say Goodnight
Chapter Thirty-Four: The Thrill of It All
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Man Who Knew Too Much
Chapter Thirty-Six: I’m Not At All In Love
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Love Me or Leave Me
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Quiet Night of Quiet Stars
Chapter Thirty-Nine: You Should Have Told Me
Chapter Forty-One: I Didn’t Slip, I Wasn’t Pushed, I Fell
Chapter Forty-Two: I’ve Only Myself to Blame
Chapter Forty-Three: Foolishly Yours
Chapter Forty-Four: My Kinda Love
Chapter Forty-Five: The Game of Broken Hearts
Chapter Forty-Six: (Now and Then There’s) A Fool Such As I
Chapter Forty-Seven: Softly, As I Leave You
Chapter Forty-Eight: It’s Magic
Chapter Forty-Nine: Sentimental Journey
Chapter Fifty: I Don’t Want to Be Kissed By Anyone But You
Chapter Fifty-One: Hooray for Hollywood
Chapter Fifty-Two: He’ll Have to Cross the Atlantic
I’d like to thank everyone at Mills & Boon, especially Anna Baggaley, my very patient editor, and the lovely Victoria Oundjian, especially as it took quite some time to help this author see the wood of this book through the trees of her wayward imagination. I also want to say a huge thank you to all of M&B’s marketing and promotion team, for their enthusiasm and hard work from day one.
Big thanks to my amazing agent Lizzy Kremer and also to Harriet Moore at David Higham Associates, for her calm encouragement in the midst of a deadline panic and her insightful suggestions.
My family definitely deserve my gratitude, especially my husband, Andy, who patiently listens to me warble on about difficult plot matters so I can get things straight in my head, even though he hardly ever knows who these people I’m talking about are, and to my lovely daughters, Sian and Rose, who cheer me on all the way, and who didn’t moan (much) when I hogged the TV for months, watching every film of Doris’s I could get my hands on.
Thanks to all my Facebook friends who helped me with football-related stuff. Sorry, those scenes ended up on the cutting room floor, but at least you have educated this football dunce a little.
Lastly, and most importantly, I want to thank Doris Day, for her captivating and charismatic performances that have charmed generations and continue to bring us joy and happiness, but also for her strength of character and resilience. The true story of the woman behind the Hollywood icon was the inspiration for this book.
When Claire Bixby was nine, she decided that one day she’d like to live in Hollywood, because she wanted to be in movies. Not that she wanted to be an actress. Far from it. No, Claire wanted to actually be in the movies, to live there, a place where the sun always shone, everything was Technicolor bright and families lived happily ever after together. There would be no more shouting, no more crying. No hearing the front door slam, one parent leaving never to return – even if she’d discovered she could breathe out more easily after he’d left.
