“I’ll get locked up and then we’ll go…go home.”
Llywelyn grinned at me and stood by the door, foot tapping like he couldn’t wait a second longer. “I’ll just go and get the van started,” he said.
Just as he stepped outside I called his name and he stooped with his hand on the door. “I need you to know,” I said. “I love you too.”
And I would. Forever.
The End
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A message from Matt…
If you enjoyed this book, the first in theWest Wales Romanceseries, please head over to my website at www.mattpetersauthor.com. If you sign up to my newsletter you’ll get a free, sweet and sexy epilogue toHandy Manin your inbox, as well as future short stories set in the town of Hiraeth. If you enjoyed please leave a review on Amazon and/or Goodreads. I’m a little guy just starting out and the more reviews there are the better visibility I get!
So what next for the little village of Hiraeth? Well, Tudor has a whole troupe of actors and crew coming to town. Surelysomeone will catch his eye, even if he doesn’t particularlylikethem at first.
And with the flat above the garage now empty due to Alun and Alaw finding a place in the village proper, there’s space for a mysterious and brooding stranger to move in. One who doesn’t like to talk about the past…
Thanks again for reading. I hope you’ll stick around for the ride.
Also, a little thank you to my partner for giving me a kick up the arse to get this book done. Thank you to my two lovely dogs for endless cuddles on the sofa as I write. Read on to the next page for a sneak peek of the next book in the series!
Books in This Series
Handy Man - 10 March 2022
Hollywood Crush - 31 July 2022
Full Service - 1 December 2022
WELSH LANGUAGE GLOSSARY
Nain- Grandmother
Cariad- Love
Hiraeth- Longing (for home)
Bach- Little
Pobl y Cwm- LiterallyPeople of the Valley, a Welsh language soap
PREVIEW OF BOOK 2
Hollywood Crush: Chapter 1
Daniel
I could hear the rain falling on my trailer and shuddered at the thought of having to go out in it. It had been 3 weeks since we had started filming an indie film in Ireland and the days had all fallen somewhere on the scale of a drizzle to a downpour.
My agent, Sandra, was staring me down with all the intensity of a predator. “So, have you decided onThrones of Bloodyet? Because if I could decide for you, you’d be-”
“Yes, I know, I know.” I replied. “I’d be taking the big fat pay check and living off it for a little longer. I could take on more indie projects .”
“And you don’t want to, why?” Sandra asked. She tapped one red-tipped acrylic nail on the contract she had placed in front of me, the bit with the frankly eye-watering amount per episode written just above the dotted line which required my signature.
“Because of this,” I gestured upward and around. The trailer was comfy enough, but having spent so long in here with the sound of the rain was slowly driving me insane. “Why not the new thriller with Tom Cruise in the Bahamas?”
