How to Hook a Husband
By Sarah Harvey
Published by Manilla eBook, 28th July 2016, £4,99
A witty, page-turning read for fans of Marian Keyes,
Jill Mansell and Carrie Elks
When Belle returns home from backpacking for her best friend’s wedding and catches the groom-to-be with another girl, the wedding is called off and Nicky is eternally grateful.
Realising her friend has a talent for spotting men with a roving eye, Nicky puts her friend to work helping others and soon Belle is hanging out in bars and hiding in bushes, hoping to catch unsuspecting Casanovas…
Then she is hired to follow the elusive Eddie Farrar and everything changes as Belle finds herself falling under his spell.
Will she be able to resist his charms or is there more to him than meets the eye?
About the Author:
Sarah Harvey is an internationally successful writer of fun, young romantic fiction. How to Hook a Husband is her first novel published by Manilla. Sarah lives with her partner and their dogs in Northamptonshire.
He’s caught the bait, now it’s time to reel him in…
He’s caught the bait, now it’s time to reel him in…
Guest Post:
What actually is romantic love, why do we all look for the one?
I met a man the other day. I was in a car garage so that wasn’t that unusual, those kind of places being a mecca for all things maledom. What was unusual was the fact that I found him incredibly attractive. I am what my mother terms as “choosy”. I don’t meet many men that catch my eye. It doesn’t help that my heart seems to be permanently taken by someone who doesn’t actually seem to want me too, it makes me walk through life with a set of blinkers on, as if no other man really exists except for this elusive he. But this man amidst the cars, who came up and started talking to me, well he stuck in my mind so much that he’s still there, three days later. So I was trying to think what it was about this one that made him slightly different. Was it the fact that he was friendly but a little and very sweetly shy, that he was interesting and as we talked I found we shared several interests that were uncannily specific, or even perhaps that he looked rather like Johnny Depp in “the Tourist”, I really wasn’t sure, but the more I thought about it, and wondered how my usually unswayable heart had suddenly skipped a small but noticeable beat, the more I realized that what attracted me was actually completely indefinable. And such I feel is Love, it is one of those feelings that is so hard to put into words, although the poets over the years have tried their emotional and emotive best. Pablo Neruda, whose poems are as deeply soaked in love, as a good old fashioned Christmas trifle is with sherry, describes it thus, “love is a clash of lightening bolts, and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey”. Such a beautifully romantic description. I cannot profess to being able to put into words so wonderfully exactly what I think that love might be. I know from experience that what we think is love can be so easily distilled by disappointment, and if love isn’t lasting, was it ever actually love in the first place, or just that odd mix of chemistry and expectation that is instant attraction? Perhaps it’s not something you recognize with logic or your head, it’s something that you recognize with your heart, and for that I truly have no explanation. It’s something you find when you look into their eyes and see not just the beauty of the colour, but the beauty of their thoughts and heart and soul as well. I do know that we are forever as a sentient being in the constant pursuit of things that make us happy, and what gives us those wonderful ecstatic highs more than being completely and utterly in love? But is there only one person on this entire planet who can do that for you? I am actually not so sure that this is so for everyone, but I do know that although my heart may occasionally skip a beat when I meet someone new, for me there truly is only “the one”, because when I’m with him it doesn’t just skip a beat, it sings an entire opera.
What actually is romantic love, why do we all look for the one?
I met a man the other day. I was in a car garage so that wasn’t that unusual, those kind of places being a mecca for all things maledom. What was unusual was the fact that I found him incredibly attractive. I am what my mother terms as “choosy”. I don’t meet many men that catch my eye. It doesn’t help that my heart seems to be permanently taken by someone who doesn’t actually seem to want me too, it makes me walk through life with a set of blinkers on, as if no other man really exists except for this elusive he. But this man amidst the cars, who came up and started talking to me, well he stuck in my mind so much that he’s still there, three days later. So I was trying to think what it was about this one that made him slightly different. Was it the fact that he was friendly but a little and very sweetly shy, that he was interesting and as we talked I found we shared several interests that were uncannily specific, or even perhaps that he looked rather like Johnny Depp in “the Tourist”, I really wasn’t sure, but the more I thought about it, and wondered how my usually unswayable heart had suddenly skipped a small but noticeable beat, the more I realized that what attracted me was actually completely indefinable. And such I feel is Love, it is one of those feelings that is so hard to put into words, although the poets over the years have tried their emotional and emotive best. Pablo Neruda, whose poems are as deeply soaked in love, as a good old fashioned Christmas trifle is with sherry, describes it thus, “love is a clash of lightening bolts, and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey”. Such a beautifully romantic description. I cannot profess to being able to put into words so wonderfully exactly what I think that love might be. I know from experience that what we think is love can be so easily distilled by disappointment, and if love isn’t lasting, was it ever actually love in the first place, or just that odd mix of chemistry and expectation that is instant attraction? Perhaps it’s not something you recognize with logic or your head, it’s something that you recognize with your heart, and for that I truly have no explanation. It’s something you find when you look into their eyes and see not just the beauty of the colour, but the beauty of their thoughts and heart and soul as well. I do know that we are forever as a sentient being in the constant pursuit of things that make us happy, and what gives us those wonderful ecstatic highs more than being completely and utterly in love? But is there only one person on this entire planet who can do that for you? I am actually not so sure that this is so for everyone, but I do know that although my heart may occasionally skip a beat when I meet someone new, for me there truly is only “the one”, because when I’m with him it doesn’t just skip a beat, it sings an entire opera.
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