The Girl Who's Never Had A Valentine

All Beth’s ever had on Valentine’s Day is unwanted junk mail and unpaid bills! But this year, when the post lands on her doormat, one item in particular catches her eye…

Could this be Beth first ever genuine Valentine’s Day card?! The handwritten card might be a cheesy cliché….but who cares! The big question is – who is it from?

Unfortunately, the only possibilities racing through her head are people she sincerely hopes didn’t send it, including all of her definitely-not-Mr-Perfect exes. (Oh, or the guy in Accounts with the comb-over!)

Sadly, Beth’s pretty sure it’s not from Luke – her dishy new neighbour with the super-glamorous model girlfriend, and dreamy eyes that have never once noticed her… Or have they?

For a girl who’s never received so much as a Valentine’s e-mail before, this February 14^>th Beth finds herself with a secret admirer…who could just turn out to be The One!

ELIZABETH PLAYER

In 2007 Elizabeth jumped on her husband’s early retirement opportunity, quit the rat race and moved to the glorious county of Cornwall. The first thing she did was join a local writing group to pursue what had always been her passion. She became involved with her local theatre and to see her first piece of work performed was quite a buzz. Over the past few years she’s been writing everything and anything from poetry to stage plays to her first romance novel, hopefully to find ‘her voice.’ From her teenage years reading Catherine Cookson and Georgette Heyer to present day chick lit, she’s always been drawn to the romantic genre, whether novels, films or plays, and she enjoy them all the more with a bit of mystery and intrigue thrown in. Having said that she’s a complete fan of John Grisham.

Four years ago she retrained as a Dog Groomer and now has a workshop in her garden, overlooking Mount’s Bay in Penzance ‘A Groom With A View.’ When she’s not grooming dogs she’s writing and when she is grooming dogs she’s plotting in her head, the dogs don’t mind. Elizabeth takes full advantage of living in Cornwall and goes walking as often as possible winter and summer. She gets great inspiration from the dramatic scenery and coastline that she has on hand as soon as she steps through her back door.

To Ray

The Girl Who’s Never Had a

Valentine

Elizabeth Player

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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2014

Copyright © Elizabeth Player 2014

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E-book Edition © June 2014 ISBN: 9781472094667

Version date: 2018-07-23

Contents

Cover

Blurb

Author Bio

Dedication

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter One

Endpages

About the Publisher

Chapter One

Thank God for Saturday mornings. No work and a lie-in, what could be better? As I sat in my small kitchen, sipping tea and flicking through missed calls on my mobile, I heard the letterbox rattle and the post dropping to the mat with a thud. In amongst the unwanted junk mail and brown envelopes one item in particular caught my eye; pale lilac and the fancy handwriting was not one I recognised. They’d used proper jet-black ink too, not Biro. Intrigued, I fought the urge to rip open the envelope. Instead, I carefully examined the smudged postmark and noted it was local and the stamp was first class. Eventually the penny dropped. Valentine’s Day! Of course, today was fourteenth February. Now I was wide awake, my stomach clenching in anticipation. This could be my first, genuine Valentine’s Day card – ever. How silly to forget! Extracting the sharpest knife I owned from the kitchen drawer, I sliced open the envelope, making sure not to damage the contents. Decent-quality paper, no scrimping on cost, surely that was a good sign? Smaller than A4 but bigger than A5. Slowly, I pulled the card from its lilac sheath. Talk about gaudy! A kaleidoscope of purple and cerise leapt out at me. Dead centre, a fluffy kitten climbed into a champagne glass and the gold italic writing swirling about the stem read:

Be my Valentine

Gingerly, I opened the card, hoping against hope that there might be more, and there was. Again, in the same distinctive gold script: