Zoe May - As Luck Would Have It

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'A hilarious and charming read that had me turning the pages until I’d devoured the whole book in one sitting… Sweet, heart-warming and full of gorgeously escapist descriptions… A must-read.' Daily Express, 5 starsNatalie Jackson might keep up appearances on Instagram, but in reality her fiancé has just jilted her after the birth of their baby and she’s moved back in with her mum. Life isn’t exactly going to plan!So when she enters the village raffle for the holiday of a lifetime, she thinks she has no chance of winning. But her name is pulled out – and, as luck would have it, so is a ticket bought by her childhood nemesis: Will Brimble.Surely a romantic holiday for two is the worst idea ever…right?Perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella, Sophie Ranald and Lindsey Kelk.Readers LOVE As Luck Would Have It:'You'll be rooting for Natalie and Will through every page of this delightful second-chance romance. Perfect holiday reading!' Sophie Ranald, author of the bestselling Sorry Not Sorry‘I soon became addicted… I couldn’t get enough of this story and I had to keep reading… Zoe May has done it again!!’ Ginger Book Geek‘I had a smile plastered on my face the whole time… A perfect holiday read.’ Goodreads reviewer‘A laugh-out-loud read that will have you hooked and begging for more… Will stay with me for the long haul.’ HayleyReviews10‘Devoured it in a day and thoroughly enjoyed it!’ The Bookish Gurl‘A pure celebration of friendship and second chances… An absolutely perfect read for summer.’ Girl Meets Book‘Delightful… Literally had me laughing out loud.’ Goodreads reviewer‘A great romantic summer read… I was pulled into the story immediately.’ Goodreads reviewer‘The perfect summer read.’ Goodreads reviewer‘Such a cute book!! Loved every second of it… You will not want to put it down.’ Reader review‘Wonderfully written with lots of love, fun and laughter.’ Reader review

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‘How come you’re wearing that?’ I ask, gesturing at her dress and noticing her face of full make-up. She’s gone all out with blue eyeshadow, lashings of mascara, blusher and bright red lipstick.

‘It’s Mick’s fundraiser!’ my mum says through a mouthful of cracker. ‘Remember?’

‘What?’ I head over to the counter and take a cracker from the open packet on the side.

‘Mick’s fundraiser. At the village hall?’ My mum eyes me expectantly, as though waiting for the penny to drop but I have no idea what she’s talking about.

‘Remember? We’re going!’ My expression is blank. ‘Oh Natalie! Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten? Baby brain isn’t meant to hang round for a year after you give birth!’ She tuts, reaching for another cracker.

I roll my eyes indulgently. ‘Seriously Mum, I have no idea what you’re talking about. What fundraiser?’

‘Down the village hall. Mick’s annual fundraiser for Cancer Research. It’s been happening every year since you were 12. Held on the anniversary of his wife’s passing. Maggie, remember? The fifth of May. Ring a bell?’

‘Oh that ,’ I reply, finally realising what she’s on about.

Mick has been our neighbour my whole life. He lives just a few doors down in a narrow terraced house just like ours. Our village is incredibly close-knit. Chiddingfold is a small place. There are only a few thousand residents and most of us know each other or know someone who knows someone we know. Sadly, Mick’s wife Maggie died from breast cancer around twenty years ago and Mick has been organising a charity fundraiser every year since in her memory. The whole community gets together in the village hall. There’s a buffet, drinks, an auction of donated items, a disco, and one year there was even a talent show for the kids. It’s a great event and it’s certainly been going on for a long time, but it’s hardly the highlight of my social calendar. It’s not exactly been at the forefront of my mind.

‘You used to love that fundraiser!’ my mum reminds me as I chew my cracker and feed a little bit to Hera.

She’s right. I used to love the fundraiser. I used to love the cake stand selling the prettiest cupcakes ever, the most chocolatey brownies and the fluffiest, most delicious Victoria sponge. The village hall would always be decked out with streamers and bunting and there’d be a massive bowl of non-alcoholic fruit punch for the kids and real punch for the adults. I used to love the disco, which was overseen by a Rick, a guy who worked at the Spar but doubled up as ‘DJ Bubble’ for the fundraiser. His rousing catchphrase was ‘DJ Bubble, you’re in trouble!’ which we all loved when we were kids even though, looking back, it was totally awful. He’d play what I used to think were the best sets ever but were probably just the top tracks from Now That’s What I Call Music 6 . One year there was even a smoke machine. Oh, and there was a raffle that everyone used to get so excited about. I used to love the raffle, even though the best thing I ever won was a John Lewis spatula.

‘Yeah, I did love that fundraiser, Mum, but the last time I went I was a kid! How am I meant to remember the dates of events I haven’t been to for nearly two decades?’ I ask exasperatedly before shovelling another cracker into my mouth.

‘It was on the calendar,’ my mum comments, nodding towards the calendar on the wall, where in red marker pen in today’s box are the scrawled words ‘Mick’s fundraiser’.

‘Right, so I’m supposed to just check the calendar every day to see if there are events I’m meant to be going to?’

‘Umm, yes love, that is what calendars are for!’ My mum laughs.

I love my mum but she’s impossible sometimes.

‘You could have told me, Mum. You know, reminded me or something. Verbally?’ I suggest.

She simply shrugs. ‘Oh well, I forgot.’ She looks at her watch. It’s a gold and silver bracelet-style one she always wears for special occasions. ‘We’d better head off. It starts in half an hour.’

‘Mum, I can’t go! What about Hera?’ I remind her, stroking Hera’s head.

‘She’s coming with us, love! Mick’s included loads of prizes in the raffle this year for baby stuff. There’s a baby rocker up for grabs. Even a baby forklift truck. Hera might win!’

‘Hera has a rocker!’ I point out. ‘And she doesn’t need a forklift truck!’

My mum just shrugs. ‘It’ll still be a fun outing!’

‘I don’t know, Mum, Hera will get tired. You know what she’s like after late nights,’ I remind her. Hera can get pretty loud and cranky the following day if she doesn’t get a good night’s sleep.

‘We’ll put her in her buggy, she can relax, and then we’ll duck out early. We don’t have to stay for the disco! Oh come on, Natalie, Hera can handle a little outing. And it would do you good as well,’ she says, giving me a pointed look as I grab another cracker.

Ever since I moved back home, my mum’s been on at me to get out more, and it’s not that I’m anti-social, but I honestly don’t see how I can. I have a business to run and when I’m not working, I’m taking care of Hera. My mum offers to babysit but she already looks after Hera while I’m working, and I feel bad asking her to do any more. She only recently retired from her job as a nursery school teacher and I don’t think spending more time with small children was quite what she expected from retirement. And anyway, she has a life too. A few years ago, she started seeing the landlord of the pub down the road – a good-natured divorcé called Tim and they’re totally smitten with each other. My dad upped sticks when I was little and moved to the French alps to start a new life as a ski instructor and I know it’s taken my mum a very long time to trust a man again. I should probably have been a bit damaged too, but I was so young that I don’t really have many memories of my dad and you don’t miss someone you’ve never known. Plus, my mum’s always been exceptional, so I never really felt I was lacking. She deserves happiness and she adores Tim. The last thing I want is for them to miss out on quality time together just because I decided to pop out a baby.

Besides, it’s not like my social life is completely non-existent. My best friends Lauren, Danielle and Amber come down to visit when they can and we go out for lunch followed by shopping or a walk in the park. I was a bit worried that my friends might get bored hanging out with a baby, but they adore Hera. Amber – a lifestyle blogger I met at a press launch years ago – is six months pregnant so she’s obsessed with everything baby-related. My uni mate Danielle and my best friend from school, Lauren, have very opposing views on children. Danielle longs to have three children and she and her boyfriend Jack have just started trying for a baby. She keeps asking me a ton of questions, like ‘which sex position is best for insemination’ and will she ‘get pregnant faster with regular exercise’ (like I used to). Unlike Danielle, Lauren, who’s still single and playing the field, prefers cats to children and swears she’ll never ‘breed’ as she puts it. Of all my friends, Lauren is the one I’m closest to, even if our lives are totally different these days. Lauren’s a freelance social media marketer and her days are packed with spin classes, Starbucks laptop sessions and nights out at glamourous industry events. My mumsy lifestyle is definitely not for her, but even Lauren loves Hera. Hera’s impossible not to love, really. She’s just so cute. She’s got the sweetest little smile imaginable and even her cry isn’t that bad. I’ve heard some babies at the local creche whose cries should be played in place of fire alarms. They’re that piercing.

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