A Match Made in Heaven

Fall in Love Where the Mountains Meet the Heart

When Emily Northwood is shipped off to Llandudno, Wales, for a summer of soul-searching, she’s expecting quiet days and stunning views from her aunt’s house perched halfway up The Great Orme. What she doesn’t expect is to be roped into reviving a failing dating agency — or to meet a distractingly charming handyman who complicates her plans more than she’d like to admit.

As Emily juggles eccentric clients, meddlesome coworkers, and her own tangled feelings, she’s forced to ask herself what love really means — and whether she’s brave enough to follow her own heart. Hilarious, heartfelt, and full of mismatched matches, A Match Made in Heaven is a romantic escape that proves sometimes, the perfect pairing is the one you least expect.

Fall for this witty, feel-good romance set in the breathtaking hills of Wales — your next cozy, uplifting read awaits.

Excerpt from the book

‘Emily. Wake. Up.’ The staccato spoken words filtered through the dense fog of my sleep, hitting me like rapid machine gun bullets. Prising me from a peculiar lewd dream involving a guy dressed in police uniform, who was holding a can of whipped cream and a pair of shiny handcuffs. Ugh! Don’t make me wake up, was my initial thought as I snuggled into the mattress. This was the best dream I’d had in ages. Most of my usual night-time escapades were nightmares, horrific scenes where I’d be sweating over an essay, shaking in an exam hall, or being given a grilling by a mean lecturer during a seminar on the workings of the mind. I turned onto my side, away from the light which erupted like a nuclear fallout as I heard the blind being snapped up.

Wham! A cushion hit my head, making me jolt upright and blink rapidly. I could feel one of my false eyelashes sticking to my cheekbone, and my hair, which had been straightened to perfection a few hours ago, felt damp. Had it rained last night? Or had someone spilt beer over me? I couldn’t figure it out. My head was aching and my brain felt frazzled.

‘Emily!’ My attention turned to Jo, who was standing in the open doorway, her hands on her hips and her nostrils flared. Her beautiful unblemished face was contorted into lines of distaste. I wondered vaguely why she was holding an item of footwear in her hand.

‘Hello,’ I croaked, ‘what’s up?’

‘Don’t give me that wide-eyed innocence, Northwood.’ She stalked towards me, and I cowered back against the headboard. ‘You puked in my boot.’

‘No!’ Denial dropped from my crusted mouth. ‘That must have been someone else… I would never…’

‘Oh save it,’ she snapped, gesticulating like an opera singer who had reached their crescendo. ‘I saw you, Emily. On your hands and knees with your butt in the air and your mouth in the most expensive item of clothing I own. You’re a disgrace.’

I swallowed a nervous lump, licked my lips, and endeavoured to charm my way out of the situation. ‘Hey, you look gorgeous. Is that a new dress?’

‘Don’t.’ She held up her hands and lobbed the boot onto my bed, narrowly missing my sprawled feet. ‘Just don’t. So, you can clean it up, after you’ve got dressed of course.’

I stared down at my naked boobs and let out an expletive before tugging the covers up.

‘What happened last night?’ I asked slowly.

‘You really can’t remember?’ Jo let out an exasperated sigh. ‘Jesus, Emily, you really need to lay off the shots.’

‘I hadn’t had anything to eat,’ I protested.

‘Huh! Nothing to do with the Sambuca you poured down your neck.’ She perched on the edge of my bed and glanced at her wristwatch. ‘You have uni in an hour.’

I flopped back onto the pillow with a groan. ‘I’m sick.’

‘Yasmin is cooking us breakfast,’ Jo said, with enough patience to appease a four-year-old. ‘What you need is a mouthful of sausage, and that wasn’t an innuendo.’

She let out a bark of laughter, and I peered at her out of one eye.