Let it snow, let it snow, let it snowâ¦
A few weeks before Christmas and a sudden blanketing of snow has closed the roads and brought public transport grinding to a halt, stranding Izzy miles from home and in desperate need of rescuing.
But that doesnât mean sheâs looking to bump into Rob and spend a cosy weekend holed up in his swanky flat watching London become a winter wonderland! Because Izzy and Rob have historyâ¦
Six months ago, they were standing in the vestry of a beautiful country church, while best man Rob delivered the news that every bride dreads on their big dayâ¦
But at the time of year when anything is possible, can Rob and Izzy let go of the past and let Christmas work its magic? Or will this be one holiday wish that Izzy lets walk right out of her lifeâ¦
Winterâs Fairytale
Maxine Morrey
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MAXINE MORREY
has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember and wrote her first (very short) book for school when she was ten. Coming in first, she won a handful of book tokens â best prize ever at the time!
As time went by, she continued to write, but ânormalâ work often got in the way. Finally though, she really decided to go for it, and wrote. Really wrote. And after a while she had a bunch of articles, and a non-fiction book to her name. But her first love is novels, which is where Carina come in.
In August 2015, Maxine got the call to say that she had won Carina UKâs âWrite Christmasâ competition, with a publishing deal being offered as a result. Suffice to say, there was a whole lot of âcanât-stop-smilingâ going on for several days following this.
Maxine lives in Sussex in the UK, with her very supportive husband.
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I would like to thank the team at HQ Digital UK/Harlequin, especially Victoria Oundjian, for their support and incredible enthusiasm for this book, and for the validation that this has given me.
Iâd also like to say thanks to Emma Dellow for her continual support and wise words in my moments of panic and insecurity during the process of writing this book â they were very much appreciated.
And finally, Iâd like to thank my husband, James, who always had complete faith that Iâd get there and because without his support and belief in me, none of this would have happened.
Chapter One
There were whole chapters dedicated to the throwing of the bouquet in the very many books I had pored over in the run up to this day, all instructing me on How To Have The Perfect Wedding. Oddly enough, there wasnât one sentence referring to the appropriate etiquette involved in throwing your first ever punch instead. In fact, there was also a conspicuously absent chapter on what to do if your spineless fiancé decides that the actual wedding day is the best time to tell you he doesnât want to get married. Not that it mattered. It turned out I didnât need tuition on how to punch â I was a natural, apparently. Unfortunately â or fortunately, depending on whose perspective you were looking at it from â my ex Groom To Be hadnât even had the guts to turn up to the church at all. Which is why Rob, the best man, a perfectly nice bloke, was sat on his backside on the vestry floor, holding a hastily acquired wodge of tissues to his now bleeding nose.
âIâm so sorry!â I held out my hand to help him up and he, understandably, looked at it warily before opting to push himself up. I let my hand fall back down to my side.