This was previously released under an alternative name but has been gorgeously re-vamped!
Genre: Chick Lit
Release Date: 15 January 2016
Publisher: Choc
Lit
A Little Sugar, A Lot
of Love
Life isn’t all love and cupcakes …
Katie has had her fair share of bad luck, but when she
finally realises her dream of opening a bakery it seems things can only get
better.
But the reality of running a business hits Katie hard and
whilst her partner, Steve, tries to help she begins to sense that the situation
is driving them further apart. Could Katie be set to lose her relationship and
her dream job?
Then, one winter’s day, a man walks into her shop – and, in
the space of that moment, the course of Katie’s life is changed.
But nobody finds happiness in the blink of an eye. Sometimes
it takes two Christmases, three birthdays and a whole lot of cake to get there
…
Previously released as Sweet Occasions by the author.
Revised and edited by Choc Lit December 2015.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“I’m
a hopeless romantic, self-confessed chocaholic, and lover of coffee. For me,
life is about family, friends, and writing. Oh, and the occasional glass of
White Grenache…”
An
Amazon UK Top 100 best-selling author with A Cottage in the Country in November
2015, Linn’s novels have been short-listed in the UK’s Festival of Romance and
the eFestival of Words Book Awards. Linn won the 2013 UK Festival of Romance:
Innovation in Romantic Fiction award. Linn writes chick lit, women’s
contemporary fiction and psychic romance for Choc Lit, Harper Impulse and
Endeavour Press.
Twitter: @LinnBHalton FB: Linn B Halton Author
Extract from the book!
Grandma Grace peers at me with interest over the
top of her glasses, taking the box from my hands and placing it on the side.
She wraps her arms around as much of me as she can reach, being at least a foot
shorter, and gives me a fierce hug.
‘Thank you, my dear, but the only present I wanted
was to see you standing here in one piece. It’s such a long journey and the
weather! That rain is relentless, so many places are flooded. To think of you
at the side of the road worried me to death and I will admit to saying a few
little prayers as one hour turned into two, then three …’
She raises her eyebrow sternly, but it’s a brief
moment before those twinkly blue eyes are full of love and laughter again.
‘My boy is here and that’s all that counts.’
‘Grandma, I haven’t been a boy for many years,’ I
retort, softly, as she releases me with a tender pat on my back. She might be
in her twilight years but her spirit is strong and her mind as sharp as ever.
We all thought she’d fade away when Pop died, but the truth is he’s the one who
would have faded if she had gone first.
‘You will always be a boy to me. Now, tell me more
about this guardian angel of yours.’
While the tea is brewing and the cake is sliced, I
hang around the kitchen as I did when I was growing up. Grandma Grace was
always easy to talk to; she seemed to understand even when the words wouldn’t
come. Her instincts filled in the gaps at times when even I couldn’t make sense
of what was going on inside my head. After this failed relationship I began to
despair of ever finding someone special.
‘You can’t hurry love,’ she’d told me. ‘It takes
time to find your soulmate and in the process you change and grow. That’s why
young love often withers, as Pop would have said. Two people either change and
grow together, or they grow apart. Love is about sustaining what comes after
that first hormonal rush.’
‘But that wasn’t the case for the two of you,’ I
remember pointing out.
‘There has to be an exception to every rule,’ she’d
replied, with a wicked smile. ‘We were lucky. Fate was kind to us. But with
hindsight, we were too young and naive to understand that until much later in
life. Don’t fret, Adam, there’s a wonderful young woman out there for you when
the time is right.’
Sadly, when I reached that point it too turned out
to be yet another huge failure. This time the consequences had been more
painful than I could ever have imagined. Kelly was everything I thought I
wanted in a woman and, after adjusting to the shock of an unplanned pregnancy,
she was a fantastic mother. With hindsight I can see now that parenthood came
too early in our relationship, we hardly knew each other. Suddenly I was a
family man and yet, surprisingly, the role seemed to come naturally to me. I
loved Sunday mornings the best. When a little head would appear on the pillow
next to me at some unearthly hour and a warm little hand would wind its way
around my neck.
Lily Grace is my sanity, my raison d’être.
