| Author: | Judith Summers | ISBN: | 9781909121119 |
| Publisher: | Acorn Independent Press Ltd | Publication: | November 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Acorn Independent Press Ltd | Language: | English |
| Author: | Judith Summers |
| ISBN: | 9781909121119 |
| Publisher: | Acorn Independent Press Ltd |
| Publication: | November 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Acorn Independent Press Ltd |
| Language: | English |
“A comic, uncorny update of the old fairy tale about the princess who marries a no-hope nerd.” SHE Magazine.
Your boyfriend has just announced that he’s buying a flat with his ex-lover. Your mother’s efforts to sweep you off the shelf and into the pocket of a prospective husband have landed you with the most offensive blind date known to woman. It’s raining, you’re crying, you step off the kerb and into the path of an on-coming car.
The man who manages not to run you over isn’t good-looking. Or interesting. He’s driving an ancient Ford Escort. But he offers to take you home, and he likes your company enough to ask you out. Self-pity and lack of attention lead you to accept. And your biological clock is ticking, and he lives in Monte-Carlo, and you’re stuck in a rut…
So you marry him.
Then you wake up from your misery-induced stupor, and realise the truth. All your life you were waiting for a prince, but you’ve married the frog. Perhaps he’d be transformed, if you could only bring yourself to kiss him…
“A comic, uncorny update of the old fairy tale about the princess who marries a no-hope nerd.” SHE Magazine.
Your boyfriend has just announced that he’s buying a flat with his ex-lover. Your mother’s efforts to sweep you off the shelf and into the pocket of a prospective husband have landed you with the most offensive blind date known to woman. It’s raining, you’re crying, you step off the kerb and into the path of an on-coming car.
The man who manages not to run you over isn’t good-looking. Or interesting. He’s driving an ancient Ford Escort. But he offers to take you home, and he likes your company enough to ask you out. Self-pity and lack of attention lead you to accept. And your biological clock is ticking, and he lives in Monte-Carlo, and you’re stuck in a rut…
So you marry him.
Then you wake up from your misery-induced stupor, and realise the truth. All your life you were waiting for a prince, but you’ve married the frog. Perhaps he’d be transformed, if you could only bring yourself to kiss him…
