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ALT A Catholic priest seeks a wife. A betrayed woman needs an honest man. What could possibly go wrong? When Father Thomas Sheridan encounters Faith in a dark cupboard, he believes he’s found his future wife. But Tom isn’t brave enough to reveal his true identity... When Faith meets Tom in the office kitchenette, she can’t stand him. No matter, she’s fallen for the mysterious man she met in the cupboard and can’t wait to meet him again. Oh, and she’s got a new rule: one lie and he’s out. She’s not getting duped again! But everyone loves Tom. Her best friend, her chronically ill sister—who’s on the lookout for a man herself. Even gay neighbours Luke and Gavin—who’ve fallen out over Luke wanting a baby. They urge Faith to give Tom a chance. But how can she have strong feelings for two men? Even worse, how will she react when she discovers that Tom is the man in the cupboard—and, heaven forbid, a Catholic priest?
ALT A Catholic priest needs an heir. A virgin mother wants another baby. Will they need a miracle to make it work? Father Kieran Quinn is in crisis. His brother does not want children, so there won’t be anyone to inherit the long-standing family business—unless Kieran defies the Church by seeking marital bliss. Then he meets Miranda with a child in her arms, looking like a Madonna. But isn’t she taken? Miranda Morton’s time is running out. She yearns to have a baby conceived naturally by a man who loves her, yet she’s never even been kissed! When she meets Kieran, he talks of returning to Ireland, but her life is bound in Bristol, where she’s a live-in help for arthritic Judith, her snappish, flame-breathing dragon of an employer. Judith Gold generally can’t stand Catholics, especially priests. She must make her best-personal-assistant-ever see sense over this Kieran nonsense, before Miranda’s life echoes her own tragic past. But how? The clock is ticking...
ALT She pictured the emergency supply of Love Hearts in her bag. She’d read they had similar ingredients to Rennies, but she’d never eaten them for indigestion. *** During the short drive to Lockleaze, Miranda dipped into her tube of Love Hearts. She glanced at the messages, including: “BE MINE”, “FOR EVER”, “LOVE YOU”, “BE HAPPY”, and “ALWAYS” before popping a sweet into her mouth, alternately sucking and crunching. But the fizz and jaw action didn’t calm her rapid heartbeat or regulate her quick, shallow breaths or loosen her strained grip on the wheel. How could they, when her whole future was at stake? As soon as she pulled up by his new home, Kieran opened the front door. She grabbed her bag as she scrambled out of the car. When she reached him, he kissed her tenderly. It was going to be all right, wasn’t it? His thumb wiped something from the corner of her mouth. ‘You taste of lemon.’ ‘I, er, had a sweet on the way.’ Or ten? Fifteen?
