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.

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The menu’s fabulous, you should try the ices sometime. And Phiz–I share a house


with him and some others–does work there for the owners. It’s a friendly place,


y’ know? You can hang out there and meet up with people.”


Curtis put his hand back on Riley’s knee and tried to look more casual than he


felt. Tonight was gonna be the Bourbon Taste Incident in his mind for ever


were both a bit tipsy by the time they left the pub. Curtis stumbled on a


crooked paving stone and nearly fell. “’S not my fault,” he said quickly.


It’s the fresh air,” Curtis said. His voice sounded too loud.


took a moment to lean against the wall. Funny how the pavement was so uneven,


he’d never noticed it before. He’d have to complain to the council. “It’s not


the alcohol that gets you drunk, y’ see. It’s coming out into the fresh air. If


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