The Sister Swap: the laugh-out-loud romantic comedy of the year!
‘A funny, feel-good read just perfect for the summer!’ Sarah Bennett, author of Sunrise at Butterfly CoveTwo sisters. Two very different lives…Meg simply doesn’t have time for men in her life. Instead, she has a strictly one-date rule, survives on caffeine and runs one of the biggest model agencies from her smart office in London. That is, until she collapses one day at work and the doctor orders her to take some R&R in the country…Sarah is used to being stuck behind tractors and the slow pace of her cosy village life. But now her children are all grown-up (and her ex-husband long forgotten) she’s ready to change things up a bit – starting with taking back her old job in the city!After a devastating falling out, the sisters haven’t spoken in years. Swapping houses, cars, everything is the only option – surely they’ll be able to avoid bumping into each other?Perfect for fans of Fiona Gibson, Zara Stonely and Christie Barlow.Praise for The Sister Swap:‘A funny, feel-good read just perfect for the summer! The Sister Swapleft me with a warm glow in my heart and a broad smile upon my face.’ Sarah Bennett, author of Sunrise at Butterfly Cove‘Perfect for you summer beach bag!’ Pretty Little Book Reviews‘Funny, uplifting, feel-good and absolutely wonderful. I loved it!’ Karen Whittard (NetGalley reviewer)‘Such a feel-good book!’ Mary Torjussen (NetGalley reviewer)‘Excellent!’ Nicola Clough (NetGalley reviewer)‘I love Fiona Collins books and this one is no exception!’ Claire Ross (NetGalley reviewer)‘A light-hearted read…this book will make you chuckle.’ Sara Oxton (NetGalley reviewer)
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Two sisters. Two very different lives…
Meg simply doesn’t have time for men in her life. Instead, she has a strictly one-date rule, survives on caffeine and runs one of the biggest model agencies from her smart office in London. That is, until she collapses one day at work and the doctor orders her to take some R&R in the country…
Sarah is used to being stuck behind tractors and the slow pace of her cosy village life. But now her children are all grown-up (and her ex-husband long forgotten) she’s ready to change things up a bit – starting with taking back her old job in the city!
After a devastating falling out, the sisters haven’t spoken in years. Swapping houses, cars, everything is the only option – surely they’ll be able to avoid bumping into each other?
FIONA COLLINS
lives in the Essex countryside with her husband, three children and the noisiest cat in England. She likes to write feisty, funny novels about proper, grown-up women.
Fiona studied Film & Literature at Warwick University and has had many former careers including TV presenting in Hong Kong, radio traffic presenter and film & television extra. She has kissed Gerard Butler and once had her hand delightfully close to George Clooney’s bum.
You can follow Fiona’s witterings on Twitter @FionaJaneBooks or find her swanning around on Facebook at facebook.com/fionacollinsauthor
A Year of Being Single
Cloudy with a Chance of Love
Four Bridesmaids and a White Wedding
The Sister Swap
Fiona Collins
ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018
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Contents
Meg
‘Oi, oi! Had a good night, darlin’?’
Meg tried unsuccessfully to yank her dress in the vicinity of her knees. It didn’t want to cooperate and sprang back up. This showstopper of a dress – claret red, tight, sleeveless – wouldn’t be dragged down, unlike its owner, clearly. It was a dress for midnight. A dress for a bar or club or fancy restaurant. A dress for peeling off and throwing with abandon on the bedroom floor of a man you probably (no, definitely) wouldn’t be seeing again. Not a dress for skulking up a London street at 5 a.m. on a Friday in early June, your shoes in your hand.
‘Walk of shame, is it?’
Meg tried to ignore the muscle-bound builder with the large expanse of over-tanned man cleavage and the orange hard hat – an unfortunate throwback to the Village People if ever she’d seen one – who was shouting at her from across the street.
‘Sod off,’ she muttered under her breath. Meg tugged at her dress again and put her head down. She was hungover; it hurt. She pulled her phone from the gold clutch bag under her arm and pretended to examine it intently whilst Village Person and the rest of his crew – the only bloody builders in London who started at five in the morning, it seemed – laughed. Why, oh why did she get a night bus that dropped her at the end of the road, rather than a cab? Why, oh why had she gone back to Mikey (Matty?)’s flat in the first place? She navigated a broken beer bottle and a fag butt, her bare feet protesting at every step.
‘Looking fiiine, lady,’ catcalled another builder, sporting a leer and a Bart Simpson T-shirt. Meg had got the night bus because it stopped directly outside Matty’s? Mikey’s? flat. Mikey, that was it. She’d put his number in her phone last night, after six gin and tonics and some extensive work, on his part, to chat her up – not long before she’d gone home with him. As if on cue, his name flashed up on her phone now. She ignored it. She’d text him later. Tell him it was fun but it wouldn’t be going anywhere. It never did. Meg was a firm believer in never getting emotionally involved.
