Title: Moonlight Kisses at Willow Tree Hall
Series: The Willow Tree Hall Series Book 4
Author: Alison Sherlock
Genre: Clean & Wholesome Romance
Pub. Date: November 14, 2019
Publisher: Aria Fiction
Hosted: Head of Zeus
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Romance blossoms under the stars in this feelgood love story for fans of Milly Johnson and Heidi Swain.
Lily Harper is an events organiser, but her neat, ordered world has just exploded. First she lost her job, then she lost her fiancé. Her five-year plan is looking increasingly shaky.
Lost and lonely, Lily heads home to her childhood village, and accepts the position of live-in housekeeper at the grand but welcoming Willow Tree Hall. It's not exactly her dream job – Lily is more used to arranging parties than pantries – but at least she's working.
Her first task is to arrange the Willow Tree Hall summer fete. Lily is in her element, writing to-do lists and organising bunting and baking – until her old flame Jack Carter turns up in the village. Lily hasn't seen Jack in over ten years, when he sped off on his motorbike, taking with him the pieces of her broken heart.
Lily vowed she would never forgive him. But as Willow Tree Hall weaves its magic, Lily finds she might just give Jack a second chance after all...
Full of warmth, tears, love and laughter, this is a gripping romance for fans of Heidi Swain and Philippa Ashley.
‘Hello,’ she said to the lady who was staring down in teary dismay at the ugly patch of red wine across her blue evening dress. ‘Would you mind following me? We’ll have that stain gone in a flash.’
The woman followed her to the ladies’ washrooms, where Lily quickly used the water to moisten the stain and the salt to begin lifting off the stain. She blotted and sprinkled salt over and over until the stain could no longer be seen. The woman then stood underneath the hand-dryer, which quickly dried the damp patch.
‘Thank you,’ she said, with a grateful look towards Lily. ‘I couldn’t have coped looking like that all evening.’
‘Not at all,’ replied Lily, already reaching into her pocket as she headed across to where the band’s singer was hunched in a corner clutching her head. ‘Will ibuprofen help?’ she asked, bending down.
The singer nodded. ‘Yeah, probably. Thanks.’
Lily handed her the pills and the bottle of sparkling water to wash them down with.
As she straightened up, she caught Mary smiling at her. ‘Wow. How’d you learn to do all that stuff?’
Lily shrugged. ‘I’ve seen enough crises over the years to know what to do.’
And it still wasn’t enough to keep her job, she reminded herself. After all, she hadn’t gone to university like Mary and gained a degree. She had only scraped through that business studies course at sixth form over ten years previously. Once more, she felt distinctly average in both her professional and private life.
But perhaps that was about to change? She nervously fiddled with her bare ring finger. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night.
With two of the crises swiftly averted, Lily headed back into the ballroom. She could really do with an extra hand but she couldn’t see her boyfriend, Mark, anywhere.
As Area Manager for the company they both worked for, he was there tonight to oversee the event.
Lily was hoping he had another, more personal reason to be there tonight as well. Especially as he had promised her a dance, which was unusual. But it was the perfect setting for what she hoped he had planned. Her heart filled with expectation, but all that would have to wait.
She went across to where a middle-aged man had clambered across the ropes and was now swaying as he hung onto the leg of the large stegosaurus skeleton.
‘Hi,’ she said to him. ‘How about we get you a nice glass of water?’
The man blinked at her before breaking into a leering, lopsided smile. He slowly ran his eyes up and down her long black dress before settling on her face.
‘Hello, beautiful.’ His words were slurred. ‘Redheads are my favourite.’
‘How lucky for me,’ said Lily between clenched teeth. ‘Shall we?’ She held out her hand to encourage him away from the priceless prehistoric exhibit.
‘Anything for you, sweetheart,’ he replied.
But, unfortunately, he used their hands connecting to pull her in towards him and press his body up against hers.
Lily felt a flare of anger at his disgusting behaviour. She was just about to knee him in the groin and follow it with a karate chop to his neck when she remembered where she was – and who she was, these days. She was wild Lily Harper no more. These days, she had to be responsible and practical, regardless of the man’s vile actions. She had to be professional.
So she grabbed the drunken man and manoeuvred him across the rope barricade until he was finally on the right side and the stegosaurus was safe.
Alison Sherlock enjoyed reading and writing stories from an early age and gave up office life to follow her dream. Alison lives in Surrey with her husband and a daft golden retriever.
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