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

And…um… there’s something else. It’s not really your area of expertise, but I


explained quickly what else he needed. “You may have contacts around Covent Garden who could help me. It’s a rush job, I know. Maybe tomorrow morning as well…?”


on the other end of the line gave a happy laugh. “I will be pleased to help


He went to Bryan’s spare room, undressing slowly, washing with more care than usual in the small


en-suite bathroom. All the time, he was remembering Lee’s bright face, his


confident words. Patrick was in no rush to go to bed, because he didn’t think


ten minutes after his head hit the pillow.


with a slow, easy languor. An unusual but pleasant scent lingered on the duvet,


a detergent he didn’t recognise. It was quieter than he expected: even early in


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