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

heat rippled through Curtis like he had his own personal boiler inside and the


pilot light had burst into flame. His groin clenched with need and his cock


swelled even harder. “Oh God. Yeah.”


laughed, pressed the bottle of lube into Curtis’ hand, and then kissed Curtis


until he’d virtually lost the power of speech. It had been so long since he’d


fucked anyone! Nick had never wanted it. And any other boyfriends over the last


couple of years had been short-term: the sex was expedient and inevitably


rushed. But Riley was like a gift. He rolled languorously over onto his stomach


and propped his head on his folded arms so he could look back over his shoulder


at Curtis and watch what was happening. Which was so fucking hot that the


muscles of Curtis’ belly clenched with need.


look so good,” he said, hoarsely. He splurted lube all over the place trying to


get some on his fingers. His hand was shaking too much to be precise. But when


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