Girl in a Vintage Dress

Girl in a Vintage Dress
Nicola Marsh

Facing the past, one vintage heel at a time… Polished, in control, complete with crimson lippy, the fabulously vintage Lola Lombard excels at hiding behind her armour of clothes, hair, make-up and attitude. But will two events challenge her barely held-together poise? Organising a hen do for a terrifyingly sophisticated gaggle of hens has her shaking in her seamed stockings.And how can she fend off the curiosity of the bride’s blue-eyed, dripping-with-cool brother, who sees too quickly through her armour and wants to find out more…? Will sparks – and the hens’ feathers – fly? If you like Carole Matthews or Sarra Manning, you’ll love this.

Praise for Nicola Marsh

‘Fresh, funny, flirty and feel-good—who can resist one of Nicola Marsh’s delectable category romances? With a fabulously fun heroine, a sexy hero and lashings of witty dialogue, Overtime in the Boss’s Bed is another keeper from the stellar pen of Nicola Marsh!’

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Overtime in the Boss’s Bed

‘Nicola Marsh heats up your winter nights with this blazingly sensual tale of lost love, second chances and old secrets! In Marriage: For Business or Pleasure? Nicola Marsh blends hot sensuality with tender romance, witty humour and nail-biting drama, which will keep readers eagerly turning the pages of this spellbinding contemporary romance!’

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Marriage: For Business or Pleasure?

‘This lovers-reunited tale is awash in passion, sensuality and plenty of sparks. The terrific characters immediately capture your attention, and from there the pages go flying by.’

—RT Book Reviews on

Marriage: For Business or Pleasure?

‘Sterling characters, an exotic setting and crackling sexual tension make for a great read.’

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A Trip with the Tycoon

About the Author

NICOLA MARSH has always had a passion for writing and reading. As a youngster she devoured books when she should have been sleeping, and later kept a diary whose content could be an epic in itself! These days, when she’s not enjoying life with her husband and son in her home city of Melbourne, she’s at her computer, creating the romances she loves in her dream job.

Visit Nicola’s website at www.nicolamarsh.com for the latest news of her books.

Also by Nicola Marsh

Wedding Date with Mr Wrong

Marrying the Enemy

Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire?

Interview with the Daredevil

Deserted Island, Dreamy Ex!

Wild Nights with her Wicked Boss

Overtime in the Boss’s Bed

Three Times a Bridesmaid…

Married: For Business or Pleasure?

A Trip with the Tycoon

Two Weeks in the Magnate’s Bed

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Girl in a Vintage Dress

Nicola Marsh

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

For my sister-in-law Deb,

the queen of retro chic.

Here’s to a future of fabulous frocks,

snazzy shoes and catch-ups over coffee.

CHAPTER ONE

THE moment Chase Etheridge turned into Errol Street the fine hairs on the back of his neck snapped to attention.

Bad enough driving through North Melbourne, the suburb he’d once called home, but this particular street held more than long suppressed memories.

Errol Street encapsulated everything he’d run from, everything he’d rather forget.

Yet here he was edging through traffic, searching for a parking spot, trying to concentrate on the road and obliterate the memories running through his mind like a rerun of a B grade movie.

Riding his bike down to Arden Street to watch his beloved Kangaroos footy team train, walking to the local primary school, picking up Cari from a friend’s: not bad memories so much as snapshots of his past. A past where he’d raised Cari and taken on far too much responsibility from a young age. A past filled with making school lunches, correcting homework and cooking dinners. A past where he hadn’t had a chance to be a kid.

Though some good had come out of it. Cari adored him and the feeling was mutual. He’d do anything for his sister, the sole reason he was here.

Easing his Jag into a prime parking space, he ignored the uncharacteristic twist of nerves in his gut. Him, nervous? Laughable, as any of his employees at Dazzle would attest to.

Make millions? Take the entertainment industry by storm? Be the best in the business? Could do it with his eyes closed. He didn’t have time to be nervous yet striding up a rejuvenated Errol Street, packed with trendy cafés and boutiques and far removed from the street he remembered, he couldn’t help but feel a touch anxious.

If being back here wasn’t bad enough, strolling into some fancy schmancy vintage shop with the aim of organising his sister’s hen’s night was enough to send a shiver of dread through the hardest of men.

His mobile beeped and he answered a text message from his PA, one eye on his smartphone, the other on the shopfronts until he spotted his destination.