All I Want For Valentine's: All I Want Series, #2
By Clare Lydon
5/5
()
About this ebook
Nothing says romance like a toddler dropped on your plans…
Tori & Holly hooked up just before Christmas, and now they're ready to face the New Year as a loved-up couple, just the two of them. Well, that was the initial plan. Enter Holly's dad, step-mum, toddler sister and all manner of distractions… The next six weeks aren't what they envisaged, but it's amazing how romance can still bloom in the strangest circumstances!
Step back into the lives of Tori & Holly in this funny, romantic and heart-warming story, the second in a series set to follow the lives of London's favourite lesbian duo through their first calendar year.
Don't delay - get your Valentine fix today!
Related to All I Want For Valentine's
Titles in the series (4)
All I Want For Valentine's: All I Want Series, #2 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5All I Want For Spring: All I Want Series, #3 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5All I Want For Summer: All I Want Series, #4 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5All I Want For Autumn: All I Want Series, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related ebooks
All I Want For Spring: All I Want Series, #3 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5All I Want For Summer: All I Want Series, #4 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5All I Want For Autumn: All I Want Series, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPuppy Love Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Language of Love Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBuilding It All from Scraps Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNo Strings Attached Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Two Hearts Alone Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5New Girl on the Street Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Lucky in Love Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5For the First Time Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Call of the Wilde Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Always Next Summer Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Worth Waiting For: Friends to Lovers Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsZero Chill Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Just Say Yes: The Proposal Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Party Wall Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Hope in the Heart of Winter Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNight-Sky Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Unwrap these Presents Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Death by Cocktail Straw Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Turn for Home Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Love Times Two: A Double Dose of Romance for Valentine’s Day Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fool for Love Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Locked Inside Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Miles Apart Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Curious Woman Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gingerbread Hearts. Six Lesbian Christmas Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Knowing Katharine Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Confused by Shadows Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Lesbian Fiction For You
Whole Lesbian Sex Stories: Erotica for Women Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Love and Pleasure: A Steamy Lesbian Romance Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Lesbian Gangbang Sex: Ambers First Time Lesbian Sex Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Doctors Orders: Lesbian Doctor Erotica Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Her Client Part 1 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Worth the Wait Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Priory of the Orange Tree Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Second Chance Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5When She Was Good: Best Lesbian Erotica Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Butter Honey Pig Bread Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Lesbian Teacher Sex: Seduced In The Shower Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Emmanuelle Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Older Women, Lesbian Desires Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOrphan #8: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Chemistry Lessons Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5RE: Trailer Trash Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Shut Up You're Pretty Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Luminous Dead: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Her Name in the Sky Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A Sapphic Affair Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Girl, Woman, Other: A Novel (Booker Prize Winner) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Empress of Salt and Fortune Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Gilda Stories: Expanded 25th Anniversary Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Footprints in the Sand Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ghost Wall: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sorrowland: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Zombie: A Novel Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5City of Laughter Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5We Are Water: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for All I Want For Valentine's
2 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
All I Want For Valentine's - Clare Lydon
January: Week One
Tori tilted her head to the left, then to the right. It didn’t look good whichever way she turned.
Holly,
she said. Her voice was shaky, brittle to the touch. It stuck in her throat and vibrated as she spoke. Behind her, she heard Holly’s shoes squeak on the laminate floor as she turned.
Hmmm?
Can you come and look at this?
Holly was frowning, Tori could just tell.
You okay?
Holly asked.
Er, no.
Tori swallowed and closed her eyes. When she reopened them, nothing had changed. Britney and Madonna were still floating lifelessly, the waterwheel in their ample tank still turning as if nothing had happened.
A wave of nausea washed over Tori, quickly followed by a swell of dread. I think they’re dead,
she said, her voice hamstrung with guilt. She knew the signs, remembered from her own short-lived forays into the world of small-fish ownership.
They were probably putting up warning posters all around town now: Lock up your goldfish — the grim reaper is back!
How was she going to explain this to her neighbours when they returned from their weekend in Lisbon?
Dear Matt & Kim, Hope you had a good weekend away! Oh, and by the way, I killed your fish. Soz.
Dead?
Holly was beside Tori now, peering down into the tank. Oh shit, they are too.
She drew in a colossal breath, before running a hand through her short black hair. How can they be dead? We fed them last night, did everything they told us to do.
Holly paused. Bugger.
The pair stood over the tank, staring at the dead fish, willing them back to life. It didn’t work.
It was only January 1st and Tori had already managed to kill two living creatures. This did not bode well for the coming new year.
What am I going to tell them? We’ve only known them for three weeks and I’ve bumped off their pets.
Tori put her head in her hands, before straightening up. Unless…
she said, pointing at Holly. Do you think we could get replacements? Go to the pet store down the road? They never need know anything has happened.
She raised an eyebrow. It could work.
There was a note of desperation in her tone.
Holly bent down to get a closer look at the fish. We could try, I suppose,
she said. Trouble is, they’re not very orange, are they?
Tori bent down so that her head was beside her girlfriend’s. You’re right. When did goldfish become non-orange?
Maybe these ones aren’t from Essex. Maybe they’re hipster goldfish.
Tori’s nausea rose again, but that might have something to do with all the rum she’d consumed last night at the New Year’s Eve party, as well as her current predicament. Today had been scheduled for lying on the sofa and dying quietly (her, not the goldfish). She could really do without this balls-up.
Do you think they’re really expensive, exotic goldfish? Ones you can’t even get around here? Have we killed goldfish royalty?
Tori couldn’t bear to look anymore, instead walking over to her neighbours’ couch and sitting down, shaking her head. I can’t even feed goldfish for two days without killing them. I’m a liability. I should come with a health warning.
Holly sat down beside her, smiling a sympathetic smile and put an arm around Tori, kissing the top of her maple brown hair.
Tori was immediately soothed.
Babe, you’re not the grim reaper, goldfish die every day — they’re pretty skilled at it. When I was a kid, I remember winning three at the fair and they were all dead within a week.
Tori’s eyes widened. Maybe it’s you,
she said, jabbing a finger into Holly’s arm. Maybe you’re the reason the goldfish are dead.
Holly held up both hands, laughing. You can absolutely blame me if you like.
She kissed Tori on the cheek, then settled back against the sofa.
They were both silent for a moment as they stared into the space straight ahead, which held a shelf of boardgames including Pictionary and Trivial Pursuit.
Tori hated boardgames — she made a mental note never to accept an invitation here. Not that it was likely to happen now.
But whoever we blame, it doesn’t take away from the fact the goldfish are dead, does it?
Tori shook her head. Nope.
She paused. We’ve got two options as far as I see it.
Holly turned her head, sitting up. They are?
Tori held out a finger. Option one: we tell the truth.
Holly frowned. And option two?
Tori held up another finger. Option two is we see if we can find replacements.
Holly chewed the inside of her cheek. But what about option three?
There’s an option three?
Holly nodded. Absolutely. Option three is we barricade ourselves in and never answer our door or leave the flat again. Either that, or we flee the country and hope the authorities don’t track us down and charge us with murder.
I like option three. Let’s go with that one.
Holly stood up and offered Tori her hand.
Tori accepted and hauled herself upright with a grunt. Her head was banging and she desperately needed some painkillers.
Do we just leave the fish like this?
Tori asked, walking back to the tank and peering glumly downwards.
Unless you want to scoop them out, pat them dry and leave them on the side for Matt and Kim, we don’t have a lot of other choice.
Holly took Tori’s hand and pulled her towards the front door of their neighbours’ flat. Let’s go home and think about it for a bit — we’ve got 24 hours to decide. Shall we go to the pub for lunch?
Tori sighed, then nodded. That’s the best idea so far today, after me taking some headache pills.
Chapter 2
The next day, Tori was a portrait of contriteness on her neighbours’ doorstep, but they took the news surprisingly well. In fact, Matt even told her that the fish were their second set since moving into the flat, and that the first pair had died for no apparent reason, too.
Tori slunk home a stone lighter, the tag of murderer stripped from her. Maybe she could be trusted with pets after all. Maybe she and Holly should get one, just to prove she could be left in charge of another living being.
Holly was laid out on their L-shaped couch watching a cookery show when Tori got back. On the TV, a chef with a deeply furrowed brow was barking orders at a kitchen full of startled people, before enormous pats of butter were slapped into pans and the cooking commenced. These shows cemented Tori’s fear of cooking, but Holly loved them.
When she heard the front door, Holly turned her head and grimaced. How did it go?
Concern was etched on her sculpted face.
Outside the large lounge window, a train rattled by on the tracks. Tori waited until the noise had died down before answering, hugging her arms around her body. It was finally winter outside today, with frost coating the overhead railway lines. Tori’s bones were chilled just looking at it.
"Fine. He was cool about it, told me they’d already killed a pair of goldfish since they’d been there, so it’s not like they were