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About The Twelve Dates Of Christmas
Product Description 'Tis the season for finding romance in this hilarious and uplifting holiday read When it comes to relationships, thirty-four-year-old Kate Turner is ready to say "Bah, humbug." The sleepy town of Blexford, England, isn't exactly brimming with prospects, and anyway, Kate's found fulfillment in her career as a designer, and in her delicious side job baking for her old friend Matt's neighborhood café. But then her best friend signs her up for a dating agency that promises to help singles find love before the holidays. Twenty-three days until Christmas. Twelve dates with twelve different men. The odds must finally be in her favor . . . right? Yet with each new date more disastrous than the one before--and the whole town keeping tabs on her misadventures--Kate must remind herself that sometimes love, like mistletoe, shows up where it's least expected. And maybe, just maybe, it's been right under her nose all along. . . . Review “With its cozy, small-town setting and adorable premise, The Twelve Dates of Christmas is the perfect book for anyone looking for a charming holiday romance.” — PopSugar“We can't get enough of this twist on the ‘12 Days of Christmas’!” —Country Living “Bayliss delivers delightful holiday atmosphere and believable romantic tension in her cute and cozy debut. . . By turns tender and hilarious, this adorable rom-com is sure to satisfy.” — Publishers Weekly“Charming. . . This slow-burn rom-com set in a small British village at Christmas will be the perfect cup of tea for fans of Marian Keyes or Helen Fielding.” —Library Journal “Fans of the best-friends-to-lovers and second chance tropes will savor this.” —Booklist “[A] nice cozy rom-com novel, one with a bit of an edge, a larger meaning, and a satisfying ending.” —Minneapolis Star Tribune About the Author Jenny Bayliss lives in a small seaside town in the UK with her husband, their children having left home for big adventures. After having been a professional cake-baker for many years, she went back to college at age thirty-nine to study part-time for a degree in Creative and Professional Writing. Bayliss likes long walks, baking days, stationery, and shamelessly wearing party dresses to the supermarket. The Twelve Dates of Christmas is her debut novel. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The First Date of Christmas Expectations and Deflations Kate Turner stepped gingerly on the crisp ice-dusted leaves and tried not to slip and land on her backside. She couldn't see where she trod because of the large plastic containers in her arms. The sky was so blue it looked like a scene from a children's picture book, and her breath plumed out in white clouds and rose up toward the pale winter sun. She leaned against the door of the Pear Tree CafŽ and it yielded. A friendly tinkle of bells above her head heralded her arrival. The cafŽ was full and warm and noisy. The smell of fresh coffee was rich in the air. Condensation dribbled down the windows and clouded the view of the frosted world outside. A few people raised their heads from their cappuccinos and waved. Matt turned from the steaming black and silver coffee machine and grinned at her. "Thank God, he said, banging hot coffee grounds out of the portafilter and filling it back up with freshly ground coffee. "We ran out of caramel brownies this morning, I thought there was going to be a riot." Matt's hair was permanently unkempt and right now was standing on end like one of those trendy hair styling adverts; he had a habit of running his hands through it when he was stressed, which only made it worse. Some might call his unruly mop ginger, but he insisted it was strawberry blond. A voice from across the cafŽ called out: "Did I hear someone say brownies?" Matt cleared a space on the counter, and Kate put the boxes down with some relief. She could feel her cheeks burning red in the heat, and she unwound her sc
