Snowdrops and Stardust

By Sue Lilley

Was he on a promise or just so used to girls falling at his feet he couldn't tell the difference? Lust at first sight was more his thing than good old-fashioned love but she was stirring something forgotten. 

Who doesn't dream of being the girl he gives it all up for? If you love a rock-star romance, you won't want to miss this captivating short story.

Flame-haired rock-god Aiden Delaney has it all. But three days before his sell-out headline gig, he takes off alone, disillusioned and on a quest for inspiration. Fame and fortune was never meant to be such a senseless treadmill. Where does he go from here?

In his recurring nightmare he's trapped beneath the stage in a padlocked crate, frantically battering the sides. A few feet above him the show goes on, louder as he hammers for help. Nobody misses him. It's time he got the hell out. But nobody jumps ship without a life-raft.  

Is it fate he gets snowed-in with beautiful country-girl Marianne? But can he admit to feeling lost and scared of the future? He'll sound like a lunatic. She could be his muse or his salvation but she doesn't even own up to recognising him.

They have three days alone in her cottage, miles from the city. Three magical days which will surely change their lives.

This sizzling short romance is sure to melt your heart. Don't miss out. Click buy to start reading.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sue Lilley
• Release date: Jul 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781393670407

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Snowdrops and Stardust

Snowdrops and Stardust

Sue Lilley

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A sizzling slice of romance to melt your heart

Aiden Delaney jumped from the truck and slung his scarlet guitar over his shoulder. The driver tossed down his battered holdall. It thumped into the fresh snow, already drifting along the hedgerows.

You sure about this, mate? We’re in for another blizzard any minute, I reckon. If you want to hang on, I’ll get shot of this load and we’ll be back on the motorway in time for breakfast.

Right here’s just fine, Aiden insisted. Thanks for the lift.

As the truck moved off with a hiss and a grinding of gears, Aiden had a moment to wonder what the fuck he was doing. But three full days of freedom beckoned, a luxury he hadn’t experienced in a long time. The guys had grasped the chance to fly home. But Aiden had nowhere he wanted to be.

Wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home…

He hummed the tune as he surveyed the snow-shrouded valley. But the sentiment thudded in his guts. Lately it had started to bother him but he hadn’t worked out what to do about it. One thing he did know. He’d had enough of limos and private planes and it was time to do something real.

He’d given his hawk-eyed manager the slip and hitched a ride north from London, with no idea where he’d end up. The truck driver was chatty, glad of the company and Aiden eased into the relaxing bubble of the darkened cab. The journey passed in a flash until suddenly a road sign announced they were too close to the city for comfort.

On a whim, he’d asked the driver to pull over. They were right on the brow of a hill, miles from anywhere. It was barely light. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen dawn break when he hadn’t been sleepless in some skyscraper hotel.

He gulped the crisp country air, so pure it stung like needles in his lungs. Somehow his life was a blur of snatched moments, impersonal and unfulfilling. A whirl of late-night parties, a jumble of sounds and smells he was relieved to forget as the truck disappeared into the distance. When had he become such a sad shell of his fantasy?

The heavy sky was ominous with the threat of snow and all about him were fields of pristine white. A cluster of cottages nestled in the hollow, gathered beside a toy-town Saxon church. It only needed a robin in the foreground and he’d have the full Christmas card set. Nothing was moving this early in the