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Thursday, 10 December 2015

If you like #romcom #christmas novels, check out this extract from Sex, Snow and Mistletoe

Excerpt from the book 
 Sex, Snow and Mistletoe
  Laura Barnard

Snow, bloody snow! The only idiots that like snow are kids and that’s because they get a day off school. It’s us adults that have to carry on like normal and suffer. Like I’m not late enough. Like I’m not already two hours late for the rehearsal dinner. Gabriella is going to kill me. She’s text me fifteen times already and left three furious voice mails. I’ve ignored them all, refusing to answer the phone while I’m driving. I’d no doubt crash the car and that would only make me later. It’s not my fault that my boss kept me late at work and then my Mum popped round and started blabbering on about how I should be going to my own wedding, not a friend of a friends.
To be honest I’m quite embarrassed to have even been invited to this. I’ve only met her once.  I mean, do people really invite people to their wedding that they met when urinating in the street? I don’t really think I was proving my wedding guest potential, more my inability to drink three bottles of wine and remain standing/coherent/able to hold my bladder.
Lights suddenly flash in my rear mirror. I glance back and notice a black Audi behind me. I look out of the window past the blizzard of snow falling onto the already dark muddy country lane, big willow trees surrounding me. This is definitely the kind of place people get murdered. There is no way in hell I’m pulling over so this psychopath can pull a gun on me. No thank you. I watch Crime Watch.  My mumma didn’t raise no fool. I check the lights on my dashboard, wondering if there’s something obvious I’m missing. I think I’m fine… Not that I’d have the slightest idea anyway. I hate being such a girl.

  Melinda is already having a crappy Christmas. Forced to attend some snotty bitch's wedding is not the way to start out the holidays. But when a car crash pushes her into the path of a handsome stranger she's glad to follow his snowy, sexy and seductive path.
 But is he too good to be true? 
And will she make it to the wedding before her best friend loses her mind with worry?

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