To Hook a Star Read Online Patsi Harvey

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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 111798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
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Kirsty Green is a young, widowed, single mum to Abi. After losing her husband in a tragic accident, Kirsty has suffered years of grief, while bringing her young daughter up alone. One unsuspecting day she bumps into a stranger who completely turns her world upside down. As she comes to terms with heartache, battling her guilt, grief, and an ex-boyfriend who won’t take no for an answer, will she get another chance of happiness, or will this stranger turn out to be a lot more than she bargained for because Dillon James isn’t your average guy…

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Chapter 1

Let me start by introducing myself – I’m Kirsty, a 33-year-old, single mum to Abi who is 12. We live in a village in Kent, in a small but lovely two-bedroom cottage. I’ve been a self-employed wedding planner for 12 years, and I drive a silver Beetle that Abi calls Bert. There you go – my life in three sentences. So what happened this summer catapulted my relatively normal life into chaos…

Let’s get the hard bit out of the way. Abi’s dad, my wonderful husband, Gary, died in a tragic accident whilst we were on a family camping holiday. A multitude of things happened... the tide came in fast, the weather got bad all of a sudden, and he slipped under a giant wave and drowned. In an instant, he was washed off rocks that we were exploring – rocks that we had been on as a family many times before – and into the sea. He didn’t stand a chance. My dad and brother tried to save him. I tried to jump in after him, but I was pulled back. It was too dangerous. He went under within seconds and knocked his head. It was the most horrifying event of my life. I went into shock and poor Abi … She saw the whole thing and she’s never forgotten it. She was only six and still has nightmares now. But we deal with it, we get on with life, and we have each other. She’s had counselling, her schools have been fantastic, and she has a brilliant network of support. Me? I do ok. I have to, for Abi. Part of me wishes it were me that day. I was standing in Gary’s place only seconds before we swapped. All of me thanks god every day that it wasn’t Abi standing there. She was holding her granddad’s hand.

Six years have gone by, and I’ve been on some dates. I had a brief relationship with one of Gary’s friends, which ended, but we remain really good friends. My friends try to set me up with their colleagues and friends, but to be honest I’m really not interested. I’m more likely to fall in love with my window cleaner than my prince charming.

I’m a lot happier now; Abi is in her first year of secondary school, my work keeps me busy, and I like nothing more than to settle down in the evenings with a large glass of wine, Netflix, and our dog, Merlot.

Our home is bright, colourful, and funky. Imagine Ikea, with some colourful bunting and dragonflies thrown in. Every room is different, and we both love bright colours. The cottage was in a reasonable state when I bought it, thankfully. We just needed to add our own touch to it, and that we have. You need to be able to imagine our cottage to really get to know me and Abi. The front is white wash with light blue window frames and a pretty hanging basket with fuchsia pink roses. There are two steps leading up to a giant old wooden front door. The entrance leads straight into our lounge where there’s a fireplace, which has, instead of a fire, a photo of me and Gary, with a then five-year-old Abi. We have cream sofas with bright blue and pink pillows, and we have strung very tasteful silver dragonfly bunting along the beams. Dragonflies are really significant to us. The dragonflies in our home represent Gary. Abi saw one quite near to her at his funeral, so to help her with her grieving process we incorporated dragonflies into our home to make her feel that he is there with us.

Our kitchen is white, with a splash of lime. There’s a lime green notice board, which I had specially commissioned. It’s nearly the size of a door. It’s Abi’s board. I have photos from when she was born and nursery school drawings, her first curl from her first haircut hangs up there in an organza bag, her first tooth that I had set into ceramic, her hand print, her christening and birth certificates. I’ve even added a wooden long length ruler to the side, for a height tracker. So it’s a collage dedicated to Abi. Just Abi. It’s my most favourite thing in the house.


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