Snowkissed
Two fabulous Christmas stories filled with snowflakes and winter kisses
The Midwife’s Marriage Proposal
Sarah Morgan
Blind-Date Marriage
Fiona Harper
There’s a new Sally in town!
After seven years, Sally is facing her demons and coming
home. The last time she saw Tom Hunter was when he broke
off their relationship. Will the old chemistry pulling them
back together be stronger than the new Sally?
Find out what happens next in Sarah Morgan’s heartwarming winter romance …
About the Author
As a child SARAH MORGAN dreamed of being a writer and, although she took a few interesting detours on the way, she is now living that dream. With her writing career she has successfully combined business with pleasure and she firmly believes that reading romance is one of the most satisfying and fat-free escapist pleasures available. Her stories are unashamedly optimistic and she is always pleased when she receives letters from readers saying that her books have helped them through hard times.
Sarah lives near London with her husband and two children, who innocently provide an endless supply of authentic dialogue. When she isn’t writing or reading, Sarah enjoys music, movies and any activity that takes her outdoors.
Readers can find out more about Sarah and her books from her website: www.sarahmorgan.com. She can also be found on Facebook and Twitter.
Praise for
Sarah Morgan
‘Sarah Morgan puts the magic in Christmas!’
Now magazine
‘Full of romance and sparkle’
Lovereading
‘I’ve found an author I adore—must hunt down
everything she’s published.’
Smart Bitches, Trashy Books
‘Morgan is a magician with words.’
RT Book Reviews
‘Dear Ms Morgan, I’m always on the lookout
for a new book by you …’
Dear Author blog
PROLOGUE
SHE stood with her eyes on the mountains and her face to the wind, breathing in the smell of home.
It had been so long.
Too long.
She felt pressure on her arm and turned to her friend with an apologetic smile. ‘Sorry.’
‘For what?’
‘For forgetting you were there.’ Sally spread her arms and closed her eyes, letting the freezing air numb her cheeks and the biting wind whip her blonde hair into a tangled frenzy. ‘It just feels so amazing to be back.’
No matter how far she’d travelled, how much of the world she’d explored, the Lake District had always been her home.
When pain and misery had almost destroyed her, she’d come here to seek comfort, and when circumstances had forced her to move away, she’d pined for the comfort of the fells.
‘So why did you stay away so long?’
Sally’s arms dropped to her sides and she whirled round, green eyes blazing. ‘You know why.’
‘Yes.’ Bryony looked anguished. ‘He drove you away.’
‘He didn’t. I chose to leave.’ Sally’s tone was steady and she caught a strand of hair that was blowing in front of her face, anchoring it with slender fingers. ‘But now I’m back.’
And she was never leaving again.
‘What made you come back now? After so long?’
Sally gave a wistful smile. ‘I suppose I’d been thinking about it for a while and then I had your letter telling me that you’d finally married Jack and that Oliver had met someone.’ She broke off, remembering how she’d felt when she’d read everything that had been happening at home. ‘I suddenly realized how much I was missing my old friends. You are the nearest I have to family. I realized that it was time to come back.’
‘He doesn’t know, Sal.’ Bryony’s voice was quiet and Sally nodded.
That was exactly the way she’d planned it. If she was going to be able to hold herself together for that first, agonizing meeting, then she needed to be in a position of control.
‘Thank you for not telling him.’
‘Did you think I would?’
Sally shrugged, her expression guarded as she studied her childhood friend. ‘He’s your brother.’
‘And you’re my best friend.’ Bryony gave a twisted smile. ‘Or at least you were my best friend until Tom broke your heart and you vanished halfway round the world.’
‘Friendships needn’t be compromised by distance.’
Bryony bit her lip. ‘I thought perhaps—’ She shrugged her shoulders, showing how helpless she felt. ‘I’m his sister, after all.’
Sally stirred. ‘And you and I were best friends before he and I were lovers.’
‘How will you—?’ Bryony broke off and licked her lips. ‘You’re going to be working with him, Sally. Won’t it be difficult for you?’
‘No.’ Sally lifted her chin, applying the rigid self-discipline that she’d cultivated over the past seven years. ‘It won’t be difficult.’
Tom Hunter was part of her past. She’d learned to live without him.
