Read Chloe's Rescue Mission Online
Authors: Rosie Dean
Thank you, again.
Rosie Dean.
Firstly, I’d like to mention the Romantic Novelists’ Association whose New Writers’ Scheme has been a real life-line to me in my writing.
To my editor, Hannah M Davis, whose insights have helped me improve the story; and to my beta readers, Noëlle Chambers and Carolyn Gray, for their support, encouragement, essential input and observations.
As always, to my fellow writers on the Costa del Sol: Maggie, Wendy, Albert, Mike and Trevor. Our meetings are always a joy, not least because we’re usually at the coast, sitting in the sunshine and drinking Spanish coffee.
Once again, massive thanks to Joe Brown for his illustration and cover designs.
Love to my own hero – Chris – for his continuing support.
And to you, dear reader, I hope you enjoyed the journey.
Does your life lack fun and love? Does work consume your time? Does your mother try to fix you up with her priest's middle-aged nephew?
Millie's does – so she takes a grip on her own future and draws up a plan to find Mr Right.
When the first guy who floats her boat, Josh Warwick, doesn't meet the criteria on her wish-list she moves on to wine merchant, Lex Marshall, who ticks all the boxes. Sexy, rich and unable to keep his hands off her, he seems like the man of her dreams. But when Millie faces danger and betrayal, she wonders if her dream man might not be Mr Right after all.
So, who will be...?
What would you do if you found yourself stranded at the altar and knee-deep in your charming but absent fiancé’s gambling debts?
Shall I tell you what I did? That’s me, Vicki Marchant, humble art teacher and jilted bride. I decided to carry on with the wedding reception because I like a good party. Then I seized my new-found freedom by jacking in my teaching job to pursue life as a painter, in France. It was my time.
I had no comforting arms to snuggle into and no darling babies to cuddle – but equally no husband to support, no ego to stroke and none of his nebulous business ventures to bankroll. Happy-ever-after for me would be found in glorious solitude and success.
Nobody was going to get in the way of my ambition. Definitely, no men.
Which was a pity, because my best friend set me up with free accommodation in the home of dishy vet, Christophe Dubois. All I had to do was cook his meals.
I could do that. I would resist him and focus on my art…
And then I met fellow countryman and art critic, Daniel Keane, who was knowledgeable, well-connected and so supportive.
Brilliant! I would focus on my art even more …wouldn’t I?
I soon learned two things: some men are hard to resist and my judgement of them was still on the dodgy side. Which threatened my ambition and left me facing an uncertain future…again.