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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Polly Pressman just got fired from her hectic 9-5 job in London. She's pulling pints in a dingy pub to pay the rent when she gets a phone call that changes everything. Her mum begs her to help an old family friend, John, with his struggling farm down in Kent. Polly's business skills might be just the thing to turn the place around. Polly arrives at Nightingale Farm trying to make a good impression in her best pair of heels, when she hears a furious shout. A very angry but not entirely unattractive man strides forcefully towards her, demanding to know why she left the gate open. John's gruff-but-hunky son Mark thinks Polly clearly has no business being on a farm. She's a city girl - what can she possibly know about mucking out animals? But Polly comes up with some great ideas to get the farm back on its feet. Then, one night after too much of John's homemade cider, Polly and Mark find themselves alone and unable to deny their attraction . . . The next morning Polly is embarrassed to realise she has no idea how Mark really feels. Was it just the cider talking? Then she discovers a shocking secret. If she speaks up, she risks ruining everything with Mark, but keeping quiet would mean John could lose everything. Polly must own up to the truth - and her feelings - if she has any chance of making things right and finding true happiness at Nightingale Farm.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Polly Pressman just got fired from her hectic 9-5 job in London. She's pulling pints in a dingy pub to pay the rent when she gets a phone call that changes everything. Her mum begs her to help an old family friend, John, with his struggling farm down in Kent. Polly's business skills might be just the thing to turn the place around. Polly arrives at Nightingale Farm trying to make a good impression in her best pair of heels, when she hears a furious shout. A very angry but not entirely unattractive man strides forcefully towards her, demanding to know why she left the gate open. John's gruff-but-hunky son Mark thinks Polly clearly has no business being on a farm. She's a city girl - what can she possibly know about mucking out animals? But Polly comes up with some great ideas to get the farm back on its feet. Then, one night after too much of John's homemade cider, Polly and Mark find themselves alone and unable to deny their attraction . . . The next morning Polly is embarrassed to realise she has no idea how Mark really feels. Was it just the cider talking? Then she discovers a shocking secret. If she speaks up, she risks ruining everything with Mark, but keeping quiet would mean John could lose everything. Polly must own up to the truth - and her feelings - if she has any chance of making things right and finding true happiness at Nightingale Farm.