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The Hopeless Romantic's Handbook: A Novelby Gemma Townley
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Kate Hetherington sighed and put down her drink dramatically.
I just think there has to be a better way, she said, shaking her head in disbelief. You'd think they’d have developed some sort of radar by now.
Her friend Sal frowned. “Radar?”
“To find the perfect man. So you don't have to endure things like speed dating. Honestly, Sal, it was the worst night of my life. I hated every minute of it. I hated every man in there. And at the end, I still came out disappointed that I only got one number. I mean, it's wrong on so many levels, I don’t even know where to start.
Sal shrugged. I bet it wasn’t that bad. I think it sounds like fun, actually.
Kate looked at her friend levelly. That's because you’re happily married so you know you’ll never have to go. Things like speed dating always sound like fun in principle-it's the reality that’s so excruciating.
So why did you go, then?
Because you made me.”
“I didn't make you I just said you should give it a go, that’s all.
Kate sighed. I know. I think a little voice inside me really thought it might work, too. I mean, I thought I might . . . meet someone's eyes and just know. . . .
But it didn't work out that way?”
“No,” Kate said despondently. “And the truth is, I’m kind of running out of options here. I'm going to be thirty soon, and I don’t see any knights on white steeds turning up to whisk me away, do you?
Sal shook her head. Does the steed have to be white? she asked, a little smile playing on her lips.
Kate grinned. “I'm willing to stretch to cream,” she conceded. If the knight is good-looking enough.
“Ah, here you are. Sorry I'm late. So, how are we all?”
Kate and Sal turned round and saw their friend Tom approaching. Dreadful, thanks, Kate said lugubriously. “How're you?”
Tom grimaced. “In need of a drink. Can I get either of you a refill?
Kate handed him her glass, requesting a vodka tonic, and Sal shook her head. As he disappeared off toward the bar, she frowned. And you're sure there wasn't a single eligible man there? Not even one?
Not even one,” Kate assured her. “They were all either creepy, letchy, or just plain weird. Sal looked at her dubiously, and Kate's hackles rose. What?” she demanded. “Don’t you believe me?”
Sal widened her eyes. I didn't say a thing
“No, but you looked at me like you wanted to. You think I would have missed some gorgeous guy just waiting to sweep me off my feet?
Sal hesitated, then blurted, I just think that maybe your aspirations are too high. I mean, all you talk about is sweeping and knights and stuff. Instead of nice-looking, or amenable. I'm just not sure you’re looking for the right . . . qualities.
Sal put her drink down. “This is the real world, Kate, that's all. Richard Gere isn’t going to turn up in a convertible car to whisk you off into the sunset.
I don’t want Richard Gere to turn up, Kate snapped. I just want . . .”
A hopeless romantic, Kate, an interior designer on a TV makeover show, is delighted to find a copy of The Hopeless Romantic's Handbook for sale on eBay, certain that the book can help her solve all of her romantic dilemmas, but when she follows its advice, she soon discovers that things are not quite as they seem. Original. 75,000 first printing.
Knight wanted. Must have shiny armor and own horse, preferably white.
When it comes to romance, are magic, fireworks, and a dashing knight in shining Armani really too much to ask? Apparently so, since Kate Hetherington has yet to find an appropriate mate in all of London. Her lifelong friends (and confirmed pragmatists) Sally and Tom tease her endlessly about her hopeless romanticism. But Kate knows that she’s right to want her own fairy tale.
After stumbling upon an old tome titled The Hopeless Romantic’s Handbook, Kate decides to give its advice a whirl. Incredibly, the book lives up to its money-back guarantee, because before Kate can say “Cinderella” she meets Joe Rogers, a drop-dead-gorgeous American actor. Frankly, he’s perfect–and Kate thinks she might have finally found The One. He certainly has the muscles required to sweep her off her feet. But Sal and Tom are less thrilled with Kate’s dreamboat. Are they just jealous, or do they know something about love that isn’t in Kate’s handbook? Kate’s pretty sure that finding true love isn’t supposed to alienate you from your friends, but what she doesn’t know is that her real knight is still waiting for her–and he’s closer than she ever imagined.
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