This collection includes Clare London's first two charming London-based novellas of the With a Kick series with two short stories featuring the characters in these books. With a Kick is A new and enticing ice cream franchise, with a unique blend of full flavour, mischief and romance. Patrick and Lee are struggling to make a success of their alcoholic ice cream shop in the centre of tourist London. At the same time, their business partnership may take a turn towards the personal -- if either of them can find the time and nerve to go for it! Meanwhile, they cater to the wild and wonderful range of customers in the area, many of whom have their own romantic agenda. Will ice cream be the final ingredient they’re all looking for? Each story is a self-contained romance, but will follow the history of the shop throughout. Contains the novellas: A Twist and Two Balls: Eduardo Mancini is going to be a star of the London stage. Unfortunately, his alter ego Eddy March hasn't got further than a bit part in a TV series. One ghastly day, he’s late for an audition, can’t pay his taxi fare, and is chased across Soho by the irate driver, Nuri. But maybe being caught by Nuri is exactly what Eddy needs. Slap and Tickle: Bryan is an accountant who admires order and self-discipline. When he literally bumps into Phiz outside With A Kick, Phiz’s lifestyle and behaviour appear totally chaotic. But they each recognise something in the other that they need. Bryan needs a lover who welcomes his secret desire, and Phiz needs a firm hand–in every way. They both agree that Bryan may be just the man to provide it. Also includes two short stories, Nice and Snow and Smack Happy.

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As you would say, it’s not enough. I need a whole new direction.”


you are an actor, Eduardo,” Nuri said. There was the glint of something


tried to glare back at him but the ice cream was still a delicious taste in his


mouth, and he really didn’t have the heart for argument. Besides, Nuri was


right, even if he didn’t know it. Eddy knew he wasa good actor. Just


not good enough to win a place on the London stage. He knew what let him down,


too. “I get hideous stage fright, you know? Even at auditions.” He ran his hand


through his hair, wondering how soon he could get the colour washed out and


return to his usual sandy blond. “I suspect I come across as entertaining as a


plank of wood. I’m fine when I’m rehearsing on my own, or learning a part. It’s


just when I have to face the thought of an audience.” In his mind, he revisited


the passage of the last couple of years: discouraging readings, poor roles,


Chapter 9