The Little Shop of Afternoon Delights: 6 Book Romance Collection
A six-book collection of delicious romance tales, which fans of Jenny Colgan and Jenny Oliver will love.Featuring Kathy Jay’s brilliant novel WHAT IF HE’S THE ONE, Nikki Moore’s unputdownable CRAZY, UNDERCOVER, LOVE, Jane Linfoot’s superbly sexy THE RIGHT SIDE OF MR WRONG, Sue Fortin’s deliciously sexy UNITED STATES OF LOVE, STABLE MATES by the brilliant Zara Stoneley and Sarah Lefebve’s wonderfully crafted rom-com THE PARK BENCH TEST, this is a fun-filled, bite-sized collection of romantic delights!
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The Little Shop of Afternoon Delights
What If He’s The One
Kathy Jay
Crazy, Undercover, Love
Nikki Moore
The Right Side of Mr Wrong
Jane Linfoot
United States of Love
Sue Fortin
Stable Mates
Zara Stoneley
The Park Bench Test
Sarah Lefebve
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What If He’s The One by Kathy Jay
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Crazy, Undercover, Love by Nikki Moore
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The Right Side of Mr Wrong by Jane Linfoot
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United States of Love by Sue Fortin
Copyright © Sue Fortin 2013
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Stable Mates by Zara Stoneley
Copyright © Zara Stoneley 2014
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The Park Bench Test by Sarah Lefebve
Copyright © Sarah Lefebve 2013
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For Jake
Contents
Ten years ago in London
“Tinseltown, here we come!”
The male voice reverberated through Magenta Plumtree’s pounding head as she perched on the end of Alex Wells’ bed, rolling a scarlet silk stocking up to her thigh.
Nick Wells burst into his twin brother’s bedroom. “Get your act together, Bro. It’s Christmas Eve,” he yelled, then jumped out of his skin. “Well hello, Maggie! Looks like Santa filled Alex’s stocking a day early.”
Bleary-eyed, Maggie blinked at the blonde, brown-eyed version of the guy she’d woken up beside. Too hung over to blush she scanned the room for her other hold-up. She nodded at the boarded-up Victorian fireplace.
“There’s no way Santa’s going to make it down that chimney.”
Nick grinned. He looked her up and down. “I’d suggest that Alex give Santa a key, but there’s hardly any point.”
“Quite.” She shrugged. “Since the two of you are going to LA for the holidays.” She bit her lip and wondered idly if there’d be any room in Alex’s bag for a stowaway.
“And never comin’ back! If things go according to plan.” Nick rubbed his hands together, ostensibly because he was cold, but actually because he couldn’t contain his glee.
The idea of Alex never coming back to London smarted. “Whose plan?”
“Mine,” he said smugly.
“Don’t count on it. You haven’t even had the audition yet.” Nick’s shoulders tightened. He turned his back on Maggie, shuffled a few of his brother’s things about randomly on his desk, more messing than tidying, and turned back abruptly to face her. He opened his mouth to say something. No sound came out. He was holding something back.
Alex, wearing only boxers, marched into the room, a mug of instant coffee in each hand. Tall and fabulous, he watched Maggie scrabble under the bed for her missing stocking with a suggestive twinkle in his bluer-than-blue eyes.
“Leaving so soon?”
“I’ve got a train to catch.” She rolled the second indecently expensive silk stocking up her left leg and set about locating her shoes. Dressed as a sexy Santa in broad daylight on Christmas Eve? At best she looked like a festive kiss-o-gram. At worst? Best not go there.
