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Bells and Bows on Mistletoe Row
It’ll take a miracle to make Juliet’s Christmas merry, but Mistletoe Row is the place to be when you need some Christmas magic. 

The last person Juliet Bell expects to see when she returns home for Christmas is Harrison Bow.Especially with the most beautiful woman in the world by his side. Twenty years ago, Juliet and Harrison had the shortest romance in history, consisting of one date – and one blazing row. But Juliet will never admit when she’s wrong, and Harrison doesn’t forgive easily, so they haven’t seen, or spoken to one another since.

Harrison Bow vowed he’d never visit his grandfather at The Grange, again, or drive along Mistletoe Row, the scene of one of the unhappiest times of his life. He hasn’t been back for twenty years and he’s only here now because his brother pleaded with him to come. At least with his executive assistant joining him, he’ll be able to do some work. 

But Juliet’s sister, Zoe and Harrison’s brother, Luke have some surprises in store for their elder siblings, and so it seems does Fate. After Harrison risks his life to save Juliet, the least she can do is be nice. The problem is, Harrison is hotter than the log fire in The Mistletoe pub, and when she’s surrounded by twinkling lights and softly falling snow, it doesn’t take long for her to realise she’s in love with the man she thought she hated. Even if he doesn’t appear to be in love with her. 


In this extract from Bells and Bows on Mistletoe Row, Juliet Bell finds herself in her former bedroom at The Grange, after Harrison Bow saves her life when she falls through the ice on the lake in the grounds.

‘What happened?’
Daphne’s voice now. ‘You fell through the ice, dear.’
‘That much I remember.’ Juliet tried to focus as Daphne busied herself adjusting the bedding and adding more blankets.
‘Are you warm enough?’ Daphne asked.
‘Yes thanks. Very. But what happened after I fell through the ice?’
‘Harrison saved you, dear. He had to give you the kiss of life. Thank heavens he was there, otherwise God alone knows where you’d be right now.’
‘At the bottom of the lake, I expect. Wait. What? He gave me the …’ She turned startled eyes towards where his voice had come from and saw he sat by her bed. ‘You gave me the kiss of life? You saved me?’
‘Just in the right place at the right time.’ He gave a nonchalant shrug.
‘But … You jumped into the lake and pulled me out? Just like that?’
He smiled. ‘Not, just like that. But yeah. What else could I do?’
‘You could’ve let me drown. No one would blame you. No one would’ve known. You could’ve walked away and pretended you weren’t even there.’
His face grew serious and he frowned as his voice sounded cross. ‘Why in God’s name would I do that?’
Juliet lowered her lashes and looked away. ‘Because that’s probably what I would’ve done if our roles had been reversed.’
It was a second or two before he answered, and he gave a little laugh. ‘No you wouldn’t, Juliet. You might have wanted to, but you wouldn’t.’
She glanced across at him and tutted. ‘Well, I certainly wouldn’t have thrown myself into the lake after you. Only an idiot would do that. Don’t you know you could’ve drowned too? Or did you happen to have a rope with you which you tied around yourself and something fixed to the ground, before you jumped in?’
He shook his head and grinned. ‘No rope. I’m clearly an idiot.’
‘You’re definitely an idiot.’
Daphne harrumphed. ‘The man just risked his life to save you, Juliet, and you call him an idiot! A thank you wouldn’t go amiss.’
Juliet frowned. ‘Hmm. I suppose I should thank you.’
‘No need. I just did what anyone else would’ve done.’
She gave a little cough. ‘Well. Whatever. Thank you.’
‘You’re very welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you?’ He leant forward, a smile on his lips, a hint of devilment in his brown eyes.
‘Yes.’ She gingerly lifted the top of the duvet with her fingers and looked beneath it. ‘You can tell me where my clothes are, and who the hell undressed me. And whose pyjamas I’m wearing. Please tell me they’re not your grandad’s.’
Harrison merely grinned.
‘I undressed you, dear,’ Daphne said. ‘And your clothes are in the wash. The pyjamas are Harrison’s.’
‘Oh. Thank you, Daphne.’ She glanced at Harrison. ‘You wear pyjamas?’
‘In this house, yes. I’d be a bloody fool not to. Don’t worry. That pair is brand new.’
‘Thank you. Er. How long will my clothes be, please, Daphne? I’ve got to get home for lunch.’
‘You’re not going anywhere,’ Harrison said. ‘Not until the doctor’s been, at least. And I still think I should’ve taken you to the hospital, or called an ambulance. But Daphne said it was more important to get you warm and dry. And as she was a nurse, I’ve taken her word for it.’
‘The nearest hospital is twenty miles away,’ Daphne said. ‘And an ambulance would take forever to get here in this weather.’
‘That’s true,’ agreed Juliet. ‘The snow may be melting but conditions are still bad. Cars have been abandoned at the roadside, clogging up a lot of the roads; some are impassable and the police have arranged for tow trucks to come and move them. According to the traffic report this morning.’
Harrison burst out laughing. ‘Thank you, Juliet Bell for that update from your bed at The Grange. But seriously, you said your head hurt. Do you remember hitting it as you fell?’
‘I don’t remember anything, except falling. Then being so cold I couldn’t think. And everything was dark.’
‘It’s probably due to the change in temperature,’ Daphne said. ‘But the doctor will be here any minute, I’m sure. After Harrison spoke to him, Luke drove into Mistletythe to get him because he said it would be quicker, and we know how fast that boy drives. Oh good heavens. Let’s hope they haven’t—’
‘No,’ Harrison interrupted. ‘They haven’t had an accident. He may drive too fast but he’s a good driver.’
‘Tell that to my wing mirror,’ Juliet said.
Harrison coughed and got to his feet. ‘Yes. Well. Today he’ll be accident-free. I’d stake my life on it.’
‘Have you got a death wish?’ Juliet joked. ‘First you risk it saving me. Now you’re risking it on Luke’s driving.’
Harrison grinned, but his eyes held some concern. ‘I’ll go and see where the doctor is. My phone’s knackered. It was in my pocket when I went into the lake. I’ll have to use the landline again. Oh. And we’ve called your family but had to leave a message because the answerphone picked up.’
‘My family? Oh God. You know they’ll be banging the door down the minute they get your message, don’t you? That’ll please your grandad.’
‘I expect he’ll invite them to take tea. Now don’t move. I’ll be back in a minute.’ He pointed a finger at Juliet.
‘Don’t tell me what to do. But I can’t go far, can I? Unless I want people to see me running around the streets in your pyjamas.’
He raised his brows. ‘Now there’s an image that’ll be with me for the rest of the day. I’ll leave Juliet in your capable hands, Daphne.’
Before Juliet could say anything else, he had gone.

I hope you enjoyed the extract. Thank you so much for allowing me to share it with you.

Author Bio –
Having lived and worked in London for several years, Emily returned to her home town of Hastings where she now spends her days writing... and chatting on social media. Emily is a Member of the SoA, a PAN member of the RWA and a Pro Member of ALLi. She's an Amazon bestseller and a Kindle All Star. Emily loves writing and her stories are sure to bring a smile to your face and a warmth to your heart.

Emily says, "I write about friendship, family and falling in love. I believe in happing endings." When she isn't writing, she can be found enjoying the stunning East Sussex coast and countryside, or in a wine bar with friends, discussing life, love and the latest TV shows. Chocolate cake is often eaten. She dislikes housework almost as much as she dislikes anchovies - and will do anything to avoid both.

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