Kiss Me on This Cold December Night:. Charlotte Phillips
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Название: Kiss Me on This Cold December Night:
Автор: Charlotte Phillips
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы
isbn: 9780007536375
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Kiss Me on This Cold December Night
Charlotte Phillips
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First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2013
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For my lovely mum and dad. Mum, thanks for everything. And Dad, wherever you are, if it has internet access I know you’ll be reading everything I write and forcing everyone else to do the same. Love you both.
‘A suite if you have it, but I’ll take anything.’
Tom Henley wrestled his credit card from his wallet. He might have had his plans thwarted by the bonkers British weather, which for some insane reason had decided to dump a shedload of snow over the entire country in late December, putting it bang on track for the first white Christmas in years, but that didn’t mean he had to take it lying down.
‘Odds on for a white Christmas,’ the receptionist said, giving him a wink.
He stared at her beaming smile across the marble counter.
‘And that would be a good thing because…?’
When you’d spent Christmas in Barbados every year for pretty much your entire life, snow was not something to be excited about. On the contrary, it was a complication. Christmas to him meant sunshine and white sandy beaches and swimming in the calm Caribbean sea. And family of course. Let’s not forget that. This year, family responsibility would feature more than ever before. He pressed his thumb and finger to the bridge of his nose. The day had been on a steady nosedive since he’d attempted check in at Gatwick five hours ago only to be told that the entire place was at a standstill because of ‘the wrong sort of snow.’ Faced with the prospect of sleeping rough in the airport concourse, there was no way he was about to see it as a great adventure. A quick change of plan and now he was checking into the Lavington Hotel, his place to stay of choice whenever he came to London. Crystal chandeliers, СКАЧАТЬ