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

already ate and I only got an hour on the meter.” He couldn’t really hang


around for long. He was one of your modern entrepreneurs, wasn’t he? He had to


be alert: had to meet client expectations. But Thursdays were one of his


longest days for deliveries, to say nothing of having started with an ugly scene.


“Okay. A cuppa would be really good.”


and Patrick needs another box of those napkins you found for us last month. Any


smiled at being on familiar ground. “’Course. I can get a couple for you by


So can I tempt you to a “Skull Duggery” with your tea?”


winced. It was one of his favourites, but he didn’t think he could face an


alcoholic ice at this time of day. He could still hear giggling from the


Koreans, and he smelt the tang of thick, real strawberry sauce. “Just some


vanilla ice cream, with sauce,” he said. Warmth filled his chest at the mere


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