Valentine’s
on Primrose Hill
Released
9th February
#LoveLondon
Series; eBook 3 (Short Story)
by
Nikki Moore
Read this exciting romance
series set in London...
What’s it about?
For Georgiana Dunn, life changed forever in the devastating moment
that the lorry hit her car.
Scarred and scared, she's not left the house properly in months. Then
her mum buys her a puppy, forcing her to face the world again, walking on
London's beautiful Primrose Hill. But that doesn't mean she's looking forward
to Valentine's Day.
Leo devotes himself to working with children with special
educational needs. In fact, he does very little else, and his friends are
always telling him to get a (love) life. So when they challenge him to find a
date for Valentine's Day, and he meets a lovely but lost girl who looks like
she could use a friend, he thinks he's found the perfect solution.
But life has a way of being less than perfect … Will he be left
standing on his own on the most romantic day of the year?
Get it from Amazon for
only 99p! http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00PFBTMQ2
Praise for the #LoveLondon series...
Skating at Somerset House
‘A warm hearted winter tale that had me engaged from the very
beginning. I genuinely cannot wait to read the rest’ LJ Bentley, Amazon
‘Sexy, fun
and everything you need in one neat, gorgeous package. This is a winner for
me.’ Chicks That Read.
‘This is going to be a fabulous series, I can feel
it!’ Simona Elena, Sky’s Book
Corner.
New Year at The Ritz
‘This is a lovely read
that delivers more than you'd expect from such a short story. Nikki has written
a book that not only delivers on the romantic front, after all, every girl
wants a happy ending, especially at New Year. But, she also made me smile, ahhh
a lot and got me thinking.’ Dawn Crooks,
Crooks on Books
‘A sweet and flirty
short story, I really enjoyed it. I can’t wait to see what Nikki comes up with
for the next book in the series.’ Simona Elena,
Sky’s Book Corner.
The full #LoveLondon series published by
HarperImpulse;
Skating at Somerset House (Short Story); Out Now http://amzn.to/1JPMgO8
New Year at The Ritz (Short Story); Out Now; http://amzn.to/1DlhM2E
Valentine's on Primrose Hill (Short Story); 9 February 2015 http://amzn.to/1vbm2CP
Cocktails in Chelsea (Short Story); March 2015 (Link coming soon)
Strawberries at Wimbledon (Short Story); April 2015 Pre-order http://amzn.to/1za5v1N
Picnics in Hyde Park, (Novel); Ebook May 2015 Pre-order http://amzn.to/1A3VTXN
Extract
Leo Miller still wasn’t sure how
he’d ended up standing alone on Primrose Hill on the most romantic day of the
year, both hoping and dreading his Valentine would show up. The girl he’d
thought would be a friend but had turned out to be so much more. The girl he
owed the truth to, instead of the version she thought she knew.
If
she came.
He
stood at the top of the panoramic park, the London skyline sandwiched between a
bright blue sky and leafy trees. Rolling green grass flowed below him,
intersected by numerous paths lined with Victorian-looking lamps. He could make
out all the main landmarks in the distance, no longer needing the long, narrow
metal plaque on the circular brow of the hill to read the city. He’d brought
too many classes here over the last five years to show them the glorious sights
of their capital. He knew this skyline off by heart.
Left
to right was the spire of St Mark’s Church, the high-rise, closely huddled
towers of Canary Wharf, the dark curved outline of The Gherkin and lower
crouching St Paul’s Cathedral, the soaring sharp-edged Shard. Further over was
the pinnacle of the BT Tower (plumper at the top), the rounded upper half of
the London Eye wheel then over to Westminster and the Houses of Parliament,
Crystal Palace Tower and smaller, tucked away on the edge, Westminster
Cathedral.
Shoving
his freezing hands into his coat pockets, he shivered in the crisp February
sunshine. It was a beautiful Saturday, though cold, and gusts of wind shook the
last of the leaves that had somehow survived autumn and winter from the trees.
Hard to believe it would be spring soon. Happy, noisy families with pushchairs
and plump, eager toddlers on reins panted their way up the concrete paths, and
dog walkers rambled across the amazingly healthy green grass, some of them
throwing tennis balls for their canine friends.
A couple wandered past hand in hand, bundled up in scarves and woolly
hats but not looking like they felt the frigid temperature at all, too wrapped
up in each other. Cars zipped past, making their way in and out of Camden Town.
At the bottom of the hill was Primrose Hill Bridge, spanning Regent’s Canal. If
she didn’t come he’d walk down there, take a tube to Oxford Street and distract
himself by trekking around the shops. There were electronic gadgets he wanted
to look at for the children he taught, things that would help extend their
learning.
He
checked his watch. Five to twelve. He’d asked to meet at noon, but had wanted
to get here early.
As
bitter as the weather was, he’d prepared a mini-hamper filled with champagne
and gourmet foods, had thought they could sit on one of the benches and share a
feast and the view, the backdrop they’d met against. It was probably a crazy
idea given the near sub-zero temperatures but he’d thought it would be romantic
and had limited the madness by also bringing a rucksack stuffed with two
blankets, some hand warmers, and two bobble hats as well as panda ear-muffs for
comedy value. He’d once joked he’d need to wear them to block out her constant
chatter, a tongue-in-cheek comment given how hard it could be to get her to open up. Still, with time
and patience, he’d got to know her over the past four weeks.
And
when you dug under that shy, sometimes fragile exterior, once she forgot what
had happened to her, how she now looked or thought she looked, her smile could
light up the whole park. You could see shades of the intelligent, outgoing girl
she’d been before and would be again. Since that first meeting he’d known what
she needed, apart from a friend. To see and believe that although she might
never be the same person as before the accident, she’d become someone stronger
and more capable because of what she’d been through. And that whatever she
might think or feel, she was still attractive to the opposite sex; love wasn’t
something that was forever out of reach if she didn’t want it to be. Hopefully
he’d been showing her those things over the last month. What he hadn’t realised
until it was too late was that she’d been unwittingly showing him something
along the way too.
How
to fall in love.
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