The Christmas Promise: The cosy Christmas book you won’t be able to put down!
Tekst- Rozmiar: 370 str. 5 ilustracji
- Kategoria: współczesna literatura zagranicznaEdytuj
Copyright
Published by AVON
A Division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2016
Copyright © Sue Moorcroft 2016
Cover illustration and Design © HarperCollinsPublishers 2016
Sue Moorcroft asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780008175528
Ebook Edition © October 2016 ISBN: 9780008175535
Version: 2017-02-06
Dedication
In memory of my mother
Connie Moorcroft
17 January 1934–17 March 2016
My number one fan
Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One: Christmas Begins in Blaggard’s Bar
Chapter Two: The Trouble With an ex-Boyfriend
Chapter Three: Not Currently Dating
Chapter Four: A Bit of a Redo
Chapter Five: Princess Leia Claus
Chapter Six: A Christmas Kiss for Ava Bliss
Chapter Seven: Not Dating at Gaz’s Caff
Chapter Eight: A Hat, but no Kid Gloves
Chapter Nine: Seeing, Not ‘Seeing’
Chapter Ten: Faux Dating
Chapter Eleven: No Blame or Shame
Chapter Twelve: The Beautiful Business of Hat Making
Chapter Thirteen: The Christmas Ball
Chapter Fourteen: Football Stars and Booby Ruby
Chapter Fifteen: Wendy Gets a Real Buzz
Chapter Sixteen: Mixed Messages
Chapter Seventeen: Village Affairs
Chapter Eighteen: Putting the ‘Trick’ in Patrick
Chapter Nineteen: The Gallery of Shame
Chapter Twenty: The Zombie Formerly Known as Ava
Chapter Twenty-One: A Pretty Cheeky Idea
Chapter Twenty-Two: Hats Off to Ava Bliss
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Collateral Consequences of Criminal Convictions
Chapter Twenty-Four: Bubbling Under
Chapter Twenty-Five: Bubbling Over
Chapter Twenty-Six: Going Viral
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Ava’s Hotspot Goes Bad
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Stuck Between Christmas and a Hard Place
Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Final Faux Date
Chapter Thirty: Not on the Christmas Agenda
Chapter Thirty-One: Trust Issues
Chapter Thirty-Two: Christmas Spirit and Black Roses
Chapter Thirty-Three: The Best Christmas Ever!
Epilogue: First Date
Author’s Note
Alive Today Lifestyle Magazine Fashion Pages
Acknowledgements
Q&A With Sue Moorcroft
Loved The Christmas Promise?
About the Author
About the Publisher
Chapter One
Christmas begins in Blaggard’s Bar
Saturday 1 December
Battling her way along the crowded pavements of Camden High Street, under the red and green Christmas lights and past the huge boots and aeroplanes displayed on the shop fronts, Ava didn’t feel entirely in the mood for going out and having a good time. Today, her first day as a ‘casual’ stallholder in the West Yard market, had seemed endless. And she was pretty sure there would never be a second.
‘Even though I’ve been home to warm up, my feet are still burning and freezing both at the same time,’ she complained to Izz. They’d linked arms to share body heat as sleet danced in the air around them but she wished her dress would magically transform itself into a thick waterproof coat until she reached the warmth of Blaggard’s Bar. ‘It’s only the beginning of December and I’ve already had enough of Christmas shoppers who browse without buying, try on without buying, and especially, especially those who gasp, “How much? For one hat?” and drop one of my precious samples. Also without buying.’
Izz’s teeth chattered, although she was marginally more warmly dressed in glittery jeans and a top. ‘Sales were a bit thin, were they?’
‘To the point of being anorexic, even though I slashed my prices and prayed that none of my bespoke customers would appear and demand to know why they’d previously paid double.’
‘Your hats are amazing. You should be charging more, not less.’
Ava gave Izz’s arm a squeeze. ‘Aw, thank you! But needs must. I do need to eat, even if I can manage without luxuries like restaurants or the gym. I get anxious every time I think how much I spent on tarpaulin, skirting cloth and display stands, all of which look likely to end up on eBay after Christmas. If another casual hadn’t offered us a lift home I’d probably have stuffed the lot in a bin. I should have listed my stock on Etsy or Notonthehighstreet and saved myself a lot of freezing disappointment.’
She gave a little skip to keep up with Izz’s long stride. ‘I hope this drinks party is worth coming out for. It’s a bit early for a Christmas do, isn’t it?’
‘PR and marketing people will be frantic for the rest of the month with clients. Anyway, three of the associates from Jermyn’s were already over here today with a new client. Oh, look, there’s Tod, going into Blaggard’s.’
Ava watched the back of their mutual bestie Tod with envy as he hopped out of a cab and into Blaggard’s Bar, safe from the December drizzle. ‘Clients on a Saturday?’
‘It’s not necessarily a Monday-to-Friday industry.’ Izz was on a short contract at the communications agency where Tod was an associate. Tod was taking his newish and bossy girlfriend, Louise, to the agency Christmas do, and so Ava had agreed to be Izz’s plus one, Izz not currently having a boyfriend or feeling sufficiently brave to go alone. Izz’s next words illuminated why giving the event a miss had not been an option. ‘Sam says the agency Christmas bash is a cornerstone of team building, so everyone will probably be here.’
‘Ah! If Sam said it then it must be true,’ Ava teased, shooting thankfully through a midnight-blue door spangled with stars and into the happy and familiar din of Blaggard’s Bar, the rough-hewn wooden pillars incongruously strung with fairy lights and mistletoe tied with red and black ribbon. Typically Camden, Blaggard’s was about crowds and diversity; suits mixing happily with gothic black or steampunk satin.
‘Tod!’ Ava managed to grab Tod’s arm as he was about to vanish beneath a cardboard and tinsel archway. ‘Give me a hug for coming out on such a horrible night.’
Tod blinked behind his glasses and wrapped her awkwardly in his warmth. ‘You could always wear a coat or take a cab.’
‘But then I have a coat to hold or a cabbie to pay.’
Tod immediately let the subject drop. They all knew that Ava didn’t have the dosh to spend on cabs and would prefer not to freeload in a cab Izz had paid for. He gave Izz a hug, too. ‘Sam and the others are here already. It’s going to be a great night.’