From the author of My Map of You comes a romantic story of three interwining couples, set in snowy Prague during the winter
The snow started as night fell and with it came the silence. That magical, almost ethereal quiet that always seems to accompany the gently falling flakes, as if all the inhabitants of the world had paused just to admire their beauty.
One person however, was not moved by the snow – nor was she watching it. Standing by the wall on the edge of the bridge, the cobbles wet beneath the soles of her shoes and her breath clearly visible in the sharp, still air, she found herself drawn instead to the dark mass of water below.
What would it feel like to plunge straight down into it, she wondered? Would the river impale her with its icy fingers, would she cough and splutter and flail her arms above her head, or would she feel nothing but a sense of relief? The latter option was deliciously tempting. These past few days had been so exhausting, and she was weary. Weary of the confusion, weary of the uncertainty and weary of the pain.
She heard the clock begin to strike and closed her eyes, the individual chimes rattling her insides with their unintended finality: a countdown to hopelessness, a symphony of despair. The snow was falling even harder now and it was becoming difficult to see through her tears.
Just one step up, a leg swung over, a final gasp of air and then a single jump. It could all be over in less than a minute.
High above the bridge and past clouds bloated with snow, the moon sat snug and proud in the sky. From up here the world was merely a coloured penny in an ocean of blackness, a bright pebble of life and love and sadness and joy. Back on the bridge, the moonlight was everywhere, illuminating the statues and making the patches of rubbed gold gleam blue in the darkness. Still the snow fell.
The clock had chimed for the final time and with it came the realisation. She took a deep breath and steadied her hands against the stone wall, preparing to support herself as she climbed up. But as her foot left the ground, she heard a shout.
It was him. He had come.
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A heartwarming and heartbreaking story about love and life in one of Europe's most romantic cities, Prague.
'Evocative, will clutch at your heart. Perfect escapism on a winter evening' Sunday Mirror
Welcome to a city where wishes are everywhere
For Megan, a winter escape to Prague with her friend Ollie is a chance to find some inspiration for her upcoming photography exhibition. But she's determined to keep their friendship from becoming anything more. Because if Megan lets Ollie find out about her past, she risks losing everything - and she won't let that happen again . . .
For Hope, the trip is a surprise treat from Charlie, her new partner. But she's struggling to enjoy the beauty of the city when she knows how angry her daughter is back home. And that it's all her fault . . .
For Sophie, the city has always been a magical place. This time she can't stop counting down the moments until her boyfriend Robin joins her. But in historic Prague you can never escape the past . . .
Three different women.
Three intertwining love stories.
One unforgettable, timeless city.
'The city is evoked in wonderful detail. An unashamedly romantic tale. There is plenty of love, laughter and tragedy to get the pages turning' Sunday Express
'Think love, laughter and tears all shaken up in a Prague snowglobe. Just fab' Fabulous
'A real escapist read' My Weekly