Holiday In The Hamptons: the brilliantly feel good summer romance read from the Sunday Times bestseller

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I've not previously read anything before by this established author, but that wasn't going to stop me. One look at this blurb and it had me requesting on netgalley with no time to waste. This author already has existing books in the 'from Manhattan with love' series but this was to read as a standalone, with the being said now I've had a taster of what this author has to offer I'm definitely interested in reading more. Fliss and Harriet are identical twins who run a successful dog walking business in Manhattan. They share a cute little apartment, and have a fun care free life. That is until Fliss's ex - Seth - of more than 10 years ago appears in Manhattan. Seth is a vet and Fliss knows that she won't be able to avoid him forever. So when their grandmother falls ill, Fliss decides it's the perfect opportunity to escape the city and spend the summer in the Hamptons where they used to holiday every summer as kids, looking after her Gran. Harriet studied her with a mixture of concern and exasperation. “Are you sure? Because it was a big deal.” With her father, there was no cause for the anger. It was as if he rose in the morning and bathed in it.

That’s your father, not mine.” The words blurted out of her mouth before she could stop them. “Mine didn’t bring a gift.” Es el segundo libro de Sarah Morgan que estaba en mi lista de pendientes, aun me queda otro, pero de momento puedo decir que este me ha gustado tanto como el anterior. Esta autora me parece perfecta para cuando apetece leer una historia romántica contemporánea, sencilla y sana. Nothing to tell. And don’t worry, he didn’t see me. Because I dropped to the ground like a Navy SEAL on a secret mission. I didn’t move until I was sure he’d gone. I had to stop a passerby calling 911, which was both annoying and reassuring because usually New Yorkers are too busy doing their own thing to pay much attention to a body on the ground. Love can be scary. We put our heart in the hands of another and that requires trust. But the alternative is that we go through life without love and that's not a great option either." She’d been visiting this part of the Hamptons since she was born, and the summers that she, her twin and her brother had spent with their grandmother had given her the only happy memories of her childhood.She knew she should let him go. Her father would freak if he could see her. He hated her hanging out with boys. Why did she even care whether he was married or not? What relevance did it have? What was wrong with her?

It’s the bottom line that should interest you, and the bottom line is looking good.” Fliss poured coffee into two mugs, her head buzzing. With each new success, the buzz seemed to grow. “Better than our wildest dreams.” She eyed her sister. “Not that you’re the wild-dream type.” Her twin sister had turned pale. Her peach had slid slowly from her fingers and thudded onto the sand, the fruit instantly transformed from smooth to gritty. Like life, Fliss had thought, hiding her dismay. New York was a city of eight million people. Eight million busy people, all running around doing their thing. It was a city of possibilities, but one of those possibilities was to live here anonymously, blending in. It had been perfect, until the day Seth Carlyle had taken a job in the vet practice they used regularly. Since he’d arrived in New York he’d seen Fliss twice. The first time had been in Central Park on his first day in Manhattan. She’d been walking two dogs, an exuberant Dalmatian and a misbehaving German shepherd who had seemed determined to challenge her skills. She’d been too far in the distance for him to engineer a meeting, so he’d simply watched as she’d strode away from him, noticing the changes.

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If she’d had to find one word to describe him it would be angry. And she’d never understood it. She got mad from time to time, so did her brother, but there was always a cause. With her father, there was no cause for the anger. It was as if he rose in the morning and bathed in it. If you’d been paying attention at our last company meeting, you wouldn’t be asking me that question.” She’d grown to love those precious weeks when sunlight burst through the darkness and all she trailed into the house was sand and laughter. They stayed up late and woke in the mornings feeling lighter and happier. Some days they carried their breakfast to the beach and ate it there right by the ocean. This morning’s choice, her birthday breakfast, had been a basket of ripe peaches. She’d been wiping the juice from her chin when she’d heard the wheels of her father’s car crunch on the gravel of the beach house.