Relationship: Hanging by a thread. Sex life: Dead on arrival. Alcohol: Essential. It's normal to hate the man of your dreams, right? Once upon a time, Abbie and Matt had swoon-worthy mini breaks in Paris, and Abbie would cook him steak wearing nothing but an apron and high heels. These days, they're experiencing the longest dry spell on record... And Abbie is keeping a very big secret. But she's not ready to give up. Nobody knows Abbie like Matt does, and it helps that he's tall, dark and handsome, with hazel eyes and dimples to die for. Determined to reignite the romance, Abbie initiates Operation Memory Lane and recreates their happiest memories. Maybe breakfast in bed, sexy lingerie, dirty martinis and a romantic weekend in the countryside will bring back Abbie's butterflies and make her giddy with happiness... But revisiting the past is a risky business, and secrets always come out in the end. Will the truth ruin their second chance at love? This totally addictive second-chance romance will give you All. The. Feels! Perfect for fans of Emily Henry, Sophie Kinsella and Beth O'Leary.
When he proposed, I had to pinch myself. Up until then, his most romantic gesture was buying me a 128-piece tool kit.
When recently engaged Nat flips through a bridal magazine, she spots a quiz on page 111 about being ready for marriage. After failing it, she's determined to prove it wrong. If only it was that easy...Getting married to Archie, whose smile makes her insides go funny, should be a dream come true. So why is it a total nightmare? Examples include:
1) A mother-in-law who insists on a pre-wedding diet and portions that Nat needs a microscope for.
2) A bridesmaid-zilla sister-in-law who forces her old wedding dress on her, featuring satin bows, far too much tulle and a bodice that Nat, the kind of girl who wears Converse and Snoopy-print underwear, doesn't even have the boobs for.
3) A best man who stinks of whisky and tries to kiss her before she knees him in the crotch.
4) A wedding planner who insists on peacocks, doves and pink flamingos at the ceremony.
All of this would be bearable if her fiancé was by her side. But when he refuses to help her deal with his diva family, and goes AWOL on the stag do, she starts to doubt the whole thing. Archie was meant to be the one. But what if her one true love is actually gin and tonic, the only thing getting her through this?
A totally addictive romantic comedy for anyone who has a phobia of bridezillas and who makes the happiest memories during Happy Hour.
Seriously, why do guys on dating apps think I want a picture of what's in their pants? I could open an art gallery with the collection I've got.
Zoe really doesn't want to die alone and surrounded by cats. But it's not looking good: she's had sex precisely twice in the last year, and her feline friend isn't the kind of male company she wants in bed...
Her top dating disasters include:
1) The guy who kissed her hand, took out a violin and serenaded her in public.
2) The guy who force-fed her oysters (she can confirm that they're not an aphrodisiac).
3) The guy who was so hungover he turned up with his t-shirt on inside out, sweating sambuca.
4) The guy who brought his actual kid on a dinner date.
And don't even get her started on the dick pics, or how on earth you're supposed to know whether a total stranger is an axe murderer or not.
Zoe's ready to give up on the search for love, until her friend has an idea. Robbie lives by his horoscope, and he's sure she's got this dating stuff all wrong. He dares her to work her way through the zodiac until she finds The One.
Usually Zoe would laugh at such a suggestion, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Could love be written in the stars? Or is she destined to end up alone, eating take-out in bed and watching endless re-runs of Friends?
A feel-good, fresh and fabulous listen for anyone who has torn their hair out over their love life, drunk their weight in wine to survive an awful date, or stared at their phone, willing it to ring. Fans of rom-coms by Sophie Kinsella and Lindsey Kelk and TV shows like Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and Jane the Virgin will absolutely love this laugh-out-loud tale.
I almost gave up on love. My ex, who called his private parts 'Nigel', was enough to put me off men forever. But then I met Joe.
Alice thought she'd found Mr Right. Her blue-eyed boyfriend Joe gives her butterflies, makes her bacon sandwiches when she's hungover, and doesn't have a nickname for any of his body parts.
She should have known it was too good to be true. Because one day, Alice and Joe bump into Zoe. According to him, Zoe's 'just an old friend'. But Alice saw the way they froze, and heard the strange note in Joe's voice when he said her name.
Then, out of the blue, Zoe needs a place to live. And Joe has the bright idea of inviting her, and her fluffy ginger cat Frazzle, to stay with them.
Alice tries her hardest not to feel threatened. But the thing is, Zoe doesn't survive off microwave meals, or go days without washing her glossy copper-coloured hair, or accidentally get mascara in her contact lenses.
Joe's ex might be pretty much perfect, but there's no way that Alice will let Zoe steal him. She's on a mission to prove that three (four, if you count the cat) is definitely a crowd...
This fabulous, feel-good book is for anyone who has ever got a little too drunk and checked out their partner's ex! (We've all been there...) Fans of romantic comedies by Sophie Kinsella and Lindsey Kelk, and TV shows like Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and Jane the Virgin, will love this utterly relatable listen.
He was perfect. Denim-blue eyes, a dazzling smile. And he hadn't sent me a picture of his junk. Which is about as rare, these days, as a Dodo.
When Sloane met Myles, everything fell into place. He loved a Martini almost as much as she did, shared her passion for four-cheese pizzas, and made her laugh harder than any episode of Friends. She'd found The One at last and she could finally delete Tinder, forgetting all those waste-of-space men she'd never have to date again.
But then she finds out that Myles has a secret. A very big one.
The fairytale is over. Her heart is blown to smithereens. Drowning her sorrows in Ben & Jerry's can only get Sloane so far before she has to decide... Can she learn to love herself more than she loved the love of her life? And what if, after everything, she's got Myles - and his secret - all wrong?
It's been ten days, two hours and forty-three minutes since Tansy got dumped. Two heartbreaking weeks since Renzo, who made her weak at the knees and dizzy with excitement, found out Tansy's secret - and ended it on the spot. Since then, she's spent every evening scrolling through their old photos, drunk texted him twenty-six times (he stopped reading after five), and lost count of how many packets of Kleenex she's cried her way through. But while she's busy pretending, Tansy's plan is thrown a major curveball. She has to learn the hard way that it's not her, it's him - and that sometimes, a break-up can end up being the making of you.
Charlotte has always been a good girl. But being good is getting boring
She's not just stuck in a rut - she's buried in it up to her chin. The only company she has in bed is the back catalogue of Netflix and falling in love feels like the stuff of fairy tales. So when she stumbles across a popular podcast, 'Sorry Not Sorry', which challenges women to embrace their inner bad girl, she jumps at the chance to shake things up.
Old Charlotte would never ask for a stranger's number, go on a blind date or buy lacy lingerie... But New Charlotte is waving goodbye to her comfort zone (with a side order of margaritas). And it turns out that good things happen to bad girls...
