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One too many heartbreaks has turned Jemma into what her sister calls a jaded cynic. But on the morning before Valentine’s Day, cafe owner Dave tucks a note in with her toast, and Jemma is reminded of the delights of falling in love. All she has to do now is stop playing it safe, and take a chance. (Number 1 in the 'Holiday Romances' series of short stories.)
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