Название: The Secret Cove in Croatia
Автор: Julie Caplin
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Юмористическая фантастика
Серия: Romantic Escapes
isbn: 9780008323684
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The Secret Cove in Croatia
JULIE CAPLIN
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008323691
Ebook Edition © July 2019 ISBN: 9780008323684
Version: 2019-06-20
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Northumberland
Chapter 2: London
Chapter 3: Croatia
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Publisher
For Gordana Sikora-Presecki who introduced me to Croatia
… and sharing inspiring pictures when we should have been working!
Nick huddled into the collar of his coat, grateful for the thick tweed barrier protecting him from the brisk northerly wind that whipped around the lee of the craggy hillside. A wry smile touched his mouth at the sight of the two models shivering together like highly strung Arabian fillies.
Today the models were dressed in vibrant — Pucci style, he’d been informed, whatever that was — wool ponchos. Although, if anyone had asked his opinion, he’d have said it looked as if someone had run amok in a paint shop, but he was no fashion expert. The outfits were topped with dashing tam-o’-shanter hats, perched jauntily on their heads while striped woollen scarves, wrapped several times around their elegant long necks, flapped in the breeze like Himalayan prayer flags. The poor frozen models were as out of place as a pair of tropical birds as they waited for the photographer to line up the next shot.
Normally, at seven-thirty in the morning, he’d have the bleak moorland to himself, and if it hadn’t been for the quelling looks his sisters-in-law had shot his twin brothers, Dan and Jonathon, over dinner last night, there might have been a few more people up here.
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