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With a Kick Collection #2

This collection includes Clare London's first two charming London-based novellas of the With a Kick series.<br><br>With a Kick is A new and enticing ice cream franchise, with a unique blend of full flavour, mischief and romance. Patrick and Lee are struggling to make a success of their alcoholic ice cream shop in the centre of tourist London. At the same time, their business partnership may take a turn towards the personal -- if either of them can find the time and nerve to go for it! Meanwhile, they cater to the wild and wonderful range of customers in the area, many of whom have their own romantic agenda. Will ice cream be the final ingredient they’re all looking for?<br><br>Each story is a self-contained romance, but will follow the history of the shop throughout. Contains the stories:<br><br><strong>Pluck and Play</strong>: Curtis is a cheery young entrepreneur, secretly licking his wounds after being beaten up by his ex-lover. Handsome cowboy Riley is stranded in London without money. His consolation is his music, and his fascination is Curtis. Their music brings them together, Riley’s guitar and Curtis’ poetry. But when Curtis is threatened by his ex-lover, Riley intends to be the man to help.<br><br><strong>Double Scoop</strong>: A sudden disaster strikes the novelty ice cream shop, With A Kick, threatening the livelihood of its owner, Patrick, and also his assistant Lee. The last thing in the world Patrick wants is to hurt Lee, but deeply-held insecurities prevent him from confessing his love. And how long will Lee wait to make his own move? Hopefully the disaster brings a new opportunity for them to make a go of things.

Clare London · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
94 Chs

Chapter 51

Patrick let out the breath he’d been holding.

“I’ll probably

just nap for a while,” Lee said sleepily. But he snuggled farther down into the

bed, sighing with obvious relief, and was asleep within the minute.

Patrick stood

and watched him for a while. Lee was sleeping soundly. He’d taken up a

comfortable position, curled up on the right side of the bed, hugging the

pillow under his head. Like a kid. But Patrick could see the shape of

the very adult body underneath the duvet, and the developed muscles in Lee’s

arms and shoulders. Patrick sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, still watching.

Sometimes he

couldn’t remember exactly how long ago he met Lee, only that it felt like he’d

been in Patrick’s life for ages. But Lee had been the first person to suggest

Patrick started up his own business.

Patrick had been

rambling on one evening, as he often did, about needing to find a new job: that

his redundancy pay-out wouldn’t last long. They were all in a pub somewhere