A Brit Down Under: The Holiday Series, #1

By Hanleigh Bradley

What the hell made me think this was a good idea?
A Brit Down Under is a holiday romance by the USA Today Bestselling Author, Hanleigh Bradley.
They all said I'd regret it. They said something would go wrong. It always goes wrong. I am the world's biggest clutz and yet I'd stupidly thought going on a backpacking holiday alone was a good idea.
I was wrong.
Mum told me I'd be bitten by a snake and Dad said I'd probably get mugged. My best friend Maddy thought I'd get lost and wind up in bed with a sexy Aussie… if only.
They all underestimated just how much of a clumsy idiot I am. No snake. No scary mugger. Unfortunately, no sexy Aussie… Just me and a shark.
Yup! A SHARK!
Worst day of my life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hanleigh Bradley
• Release date: Mar 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393701200

Hanleigh Bradley

British Author Hanleigh Bradley writes Contemporary Romance about British twenty somethings in London.

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This book is written in UK English as the author is a British author. You may notice the occasion variation in spelling and grammar if you are used to reading in American English.

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Contents

Dedication

Epigraph

1. The Worst Day

2. Shark Attack

3. Under the Stars

4. A Holiday Fling

5. Dinner with an Aussie

6. Not Wanting to Leave

7. A Terrible Surprise

8. Back to Reality

9. Epilogue

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Preview

Thank You

Acknowledgments

About Hanleigh

Hanleigh's London Saga

For everyone who wishes they could find that one person...

Sexy Aussie is a doctor?

Chapter one

The Worst Day

What the hell made me think this was a good idea?

They all said I’d regret it. They said something would go wrong. It always goes wrong. I am the world’s biggest klutz and yet I’d stupidly thought going on a backpacking holiday alone was a good idea.

I was wrong.

Mum told me I’d be bitten by a snake and Dad said I’d probably get mugged. My best friend Maddy thought I’d get lost and wind up in bed with a sexy Aussie… if only.

They all underestimated just how much of a clumsy idiot I am. No snake. No scary mugger. Unfortunately, no sexy Aussie… Just me and a shark.

Yup! A SHARK!

Worst day of my fucking life.

One thing I’ve noticed on this trip is that tourists tend to stick together. That’s how I met my travel buddy, Martin. He heard my Scottish accent and rushed to my side on my first morning at the hotel, all excited to find another Brit. I didn’t bother to tell him that I’d been eager to escape Britain and all those Brits back home.

So much drama. Too much politics… I just wanted a couple of months in the sun without thinking about anything serious. No more questions about when I was going to join my dad’s private practice… or my parents wanting to know when I’m planning on settling down to have kids.

Seriously, I’m like twenty-five… Can’t they at least wait until I’m thirty before they ask those sorts of questions?

The one good thing about Martin is that he’s significantly less chatty than the other tourists staying at the small hotel on the seafront. It works. I like the quiet. Neither one of us is particularly chatty—it’s probably a British thing—and so being his friend or ‘travel buddy’ as he keeps saying isn’t that bad.

Until he suggested surfing.

Now I really can’t completely blame Martin. He only suggested we do something I’ve been dying to try since the first day I arrived down under but had yet to have the courage to do.

I’d ummed and ahhed for the best part of an hour before finally relenting and following him down to the beach. He told me he’d found the best instructor around. Apparently, he came HIGHLY recommended, whatever that meant. I think he meant