This collection includes Clare London's first two charming London-based novellas of the With a Kick series. 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 stories: Pluck and Play: Curtis is a cheery young entrepreneur, secretly licking his wounds after being beaten up by his ex-lover. Handsome cowboy Riley is stranded in London without money. His consolation is his music, and his fascination is Curtis. Their music brings them together, Riley’s guitar and Curtis’ poetry. But when Curtis is threatened by his ex-lover, Riley intends to be the man to help. Double Scoop: A sudden disaster strikes the novelty ice cream shop, With A Kick, threatening the livelihood of its owner, Patrick, and also his assistant Lee. The last thing in the world Patrick wants is to hurt Lee, but deeply-held insecurities prevent him from confessing his love. And how long will Lee wait to make his own move? Hopefully the disaster brings a new opportunity for them to make a go of things.

With a Kick Collection #2

the guy smiled at him from halfway under the brim of his hat, and suddenly


Curtis’ small frisson turned into a full-blown sexual tsunami. A striking face?


Jesus, he was gorgeous! The too-wide lips gave a smile that could surely never


be too wide, and the freckled skin across the bumpy nose crinkled in a


totally…cute kind of way. Curtis shook himself. How many times had he thought cute


since that punch? That was one of those stupid words his younger girl friend


Polly would say, or the American tourists when they saw how small their hotel


rooms and dinner portions were in London. But here he was, smiling inanely back


at the bloke and wondering what he looked like out of that tight white shirt and


sure you’re not some Texan tourist taken a wrong turning?”


lovely, sexy mouth twisted into a smile again. “Nope, pretty sure of that. So,


before this ball of blubber gets back on his feet…” He gave a dismissive tilt


Chapter 3