As snowflakes fall like icing sugar, I smile at him and feel an unmistakeable spark. And I realise I don’t just fancy the (taut, muscular) arse off this man – a man who probably doesn’t even know I exist – but I actually like him…
This Christmas, Rowan has a long list for Santa:
- To get her sex life out of the Sahara
- To stop being the lonely singleton in her friendship group (aka the prime target for blind dates that go horribly wrong)
- To find out where her confidence went (note to self: check under sofa
- To have someone to curl up with this Christmas, other than a tin of Quality Street
But having had more than her fair share of heartbreak thanks to her ex – with more off-agains and on-agains than Rachel and Ross – she’s starting to think that real love is just wishful thinking…
But Rowan’s friends aren’t so quick to give up, arranging an advent calendar to help get her spark back. And while the gifts make Rowan feel festive – glittery bubble bath, anyone? – what she really wants to unwrap is the guy who delivers them, Alex. With his soft Scottish accent, infectious grin and blue eyes as twinkly as fairylights, Rowan wouldn’t mind finding him in her stocking this Christmas…
