Let’s Pretend

Romantic Comedy Novella

Romantic Comedy Novella

Romantic Comedy Novella


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True love needs no pretence!

When A&E trauma surgeon, Dr. Isobel Murphy, married sexy Irish firefighter, Lucas Delaney, she knew it was going to be forever. Unfortunately, she didn’t realise forever would only last five short years.

Keeping her failed marriage from her family seems like a piece of cake, until her grandmother calls a family gathering and Belle suspects she’s about to announce a critical illness. Making excuses for Luc’s absence, she flies home to Connecticut. Then delicious Lucas arrives for the three-day get-together and Belle knows things are going to get dicey. Especially since he still has the power to make her heart miss a beat, and her stomach bottom out.

When Belle asks him to pretend they’re still deeply in love, Luc doesn’t have a problem. He sees an opportunity to reclaim the love of his life. And he goes all out to remind Belle how it used to be between them, before long work hours and clashing schedules invaded their marriage. What he needs to know though, is, once the pretence is over, will Belle be applying for her decree absolute? Or will they be renewing wedding vows?





“Look who I found!”

Belle turned to the sound of her younger sister’s excited voice and stopped breathing. Mia stood at the kitchen’s opened back door, a happy grin on her young-for-her-age face, her hand wrapped around the muscular arm of the one man Belle didn’t expect to turn up at her grandmother’s house in Madison, Connecticut. Especially since last she knew, he was in the UK.

She stared in bewilderment at Luc. It’d been months since she had last seen him, and it’d taken all of two seconds for her body to remind her how much she missed him. Her heart pounded, the pulse in her throat echoed the beats.

And all the while she was very aware that with just one word, Luc could ruin this weekend.

Tommy, Belle’s cousin—founding member and leader of the Hate Lucas Delaney Club—gave a low-pitch snarl and nudged her in the side. “I thought you said the leprechaun was away on some firefighters’ training course?”

“Didn’t he break your nose once before for calling him that?”

Tommy looked down the crooked appendage at her, his face red with anger and a little too much alcohol. “I’m not a skinny runt anymore—I can take him.”

Belle’s gaze slid to the beer bottle in her cousin’s hand, then to his beer belly. He may have piled on the weight in the last few years, but looking at Luc’s fit, hard-muscled body, she doubted Tommy would stand a chance of winning a fight against Lucas.

“You may outweigh him, Tom, but unless you’ve also added four inches to your height, he still has an advantage.”

Her gaze swung toward the backdoor. Mia tugged on Luc’s arm, urging him into the kitchen where several of Belle’s family members gathered around the table and leaned against countertops as they chatted, pondering the reason Gran had called an unscheduled family get-together in the middle of September.

Mia threw a glance at Luc. “He was wandering around outside, looking as if he’d forgotten his way,” she continued, dragging him behind her as she headed straight for Belle. “I told you she’d be in the kitchen heading up the worry party, Lucas.”

None of Belle’s relatives knew she and Luc had quit on their marriage, so Belle had to do some fast acting. How would she have reacted before the divorce? For starters, she wouldn’t have left Lucas in England while she visited her family. But even if he’d been away on Fire Brigade training as she’d told her relatives, she would have launched herself on Luc the second she saw him. All eyes turned to her, waiting for Belle to greet her husband as Luc sauntered over to her with that long-legged, uninhibited stride of his. Everyone knew the two of them couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

He stopped in front of her, his green-gold gaze running over her upturned face with reservation. “Hello, Belle, you look w—”

Luc!” She threw herself into his arms, plastering her mouth to his in an enthusiastic kiss that shocked her as much as it did Luc. No way could she allow his formal greeting. It would draw questions she didn’t want to answer. Not now, when she suspected her gran was about to announce a terminal illness. The last thing Gran needed was the horrible news that her granddaughter and her favourite grandson-in-law had filed for divorce.