Much Ado About You Read Online Samantha Young

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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
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Much Ado About You

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Samantha Young

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08818VSYR
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The cozy comforts of an English village bookstore open up a world of new possibilities for Evie Starling in this charming new romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young.

At thirty-three-years old Evangeline Starling's life in Chicago is missing that special something. And when she's passed over for promotion at work, Evie realizes she needs to make a change. Some time away to regain perspective might be just the thing. In a burst of impulsivity, she plans a holiday in a quaint English village. The holiday package comes with a temporary position at Much Ado About Books, the bookstore located beneath her rental apartment. There's no better dream vacation for the bookish Evie, a life-long Shakespeare lover.

Not only is Evie swept up in running the delightful store as soon as she arrives, she's drawn into the lives, loves and drama of the friendly villagers. Including Roane Robson, the charismatic and sexy farmer who tempts Evie every day with his friendly flirtations. Evie is determined to keep him at bay because a holiday romance can only end in heartbreak, right? But Evie can't deny their connection and longs to trust in her handsome farmer that their whirlwind romance could turn in to the forever kind of love.
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Samantha Young



I do love nothing in the world so well as you.

—William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

One

Chicago

I had not gone on a date in two years.

That would explain the riot of butterflies in my stomach and the overwhelming and panic-inducing sensation building up in my gut. My foot tapped nervously against the floor.

I took another sip of the water the waiter had brought me and tried to look like I didn’t care that my date was fifteen minutes late.

It didn’t make sense.

Aaron and I had been talking for four weeks, but it felt longer. We met on a dating site, and when we realized how much we had in common (a thirst for travel, an obsession with cooking and renovation shows, a true appreciation for Shakespeare, a love for quiet nights in and the occasional nonquiet night out . . .), we’d graduated to sending each other Snapchats.

Four weeks of daily snaps.

My cheeks burned with the heat of rejection, and I flicked my fingertips across my phone screen to open the app. I’d saved huge chunks of conversation between us because the banter was so great, and I liked to reread them.

I looked at our snaps from last night.

AARON T

So what are you like in the mornings?

ME

Useless without that first coffee.

AARON T

Note to self—priorities: bring Evie coffee in bed first thing in the morning. I need her useful there.

ME

ME

Why do I need to be useful? Surely your priority in the morning is to be useful to me.

AARON T

Okay, here’s the plan of action. I’m useful to you first. Then I get you a coffee. This will be followed by you returning the favor of usefulness.

AARON T

You know “useful” is a euphemism for going downtown, right?

ME

*snort* I did but thank you for clarifying so charmingly.

AARON T

Oh that was me being a gentleman about it.

Frowning, I turned my phone over on the restaurant table and eyeballed the entrance again. At first our flirtation had been sweet, but as Aaron and I got to know each other, things had heated up. For me, it was a weird mix of feeling reckless and safe flirting with him since I’d never met him, but he’d been so up-front with me. I had rules against dating younger men because I’d attempted it a few times and those relationships always failed due to the men’s immaturity. Aaron was twenty-eight—five years younger than me. However, within the first week, I lost all concerns about his maturity because he was so open, confiding in me about how awful his ex made him feel about himself. He’d quit law school because he was miserable and instead started over again, studying to be a vet. I loved animals, so I loved that about him. But his ex never supported him. Then when he started missing gym visits because he was studying so much, and not eating great, she’d crushed his confidence with her pointed comments about his body.

He’d sent me snaps of himself, and Aaron was not fat. He just wasn’t built like a cover model. Who cared? He seemed like a great guy. Aaron was the two h’s: honest and handsome.

Dating was not my favorite thing, especially online dating, and I had walls up for miles. However, because Aaron had been so forthcoming, I told him that for the last five years I’d had one bad date after another. How on my thirty-first birthday I’d declared I was taking some time out from dating. Most of my friends tried to be supportive, but you could see the worry in their eyes.

Poor Evie. She’s in her thirties and still single. Shouldn’t she be working harder to find a man, not taking a break?

Only my best friend and soul mate, Greer, genuinely supported this decision. Until I’d turned thirty-three a few months ago, and she’d said it was time I got back on that horse. Two years without sex was unimaginable to her.

Meh.

Honestly, my vibrator was a hundred percent more effective than seven of the eight guys I’d had sex with.

My schedule and Aaron’s did not seem to want to align themselves, and tonight was the first either of us could make work. By the fourth week, it felt like we’d been talking forever, and Aaron had begun to show me his very flirty side.

I felt like I could talk to Aaron in a way I hadn’t connected with a guy in a long time. In my desperate hope that perhaps I’d finally found someone, I’d been far too open with a man I’d never even met.

A man who hadn’t shown up for our date.

I opened my phone again and scrolled through my saved snaps.

AARON T

Tell me your favorite thing about yourself.

ME

I have many flaws . . . but I think I’m kind. I try to be kind.

AARON T

Kindness is underrated. You ARE kind. I can tell. It’s one of my favorite things about you too.


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