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'I wish I could get a seat on the tube... I hadn't eaten that entire bag of Maltesers... I could meet a man whose hobbies include washing up and monogamy...' Heather Hamilton is always wishing for things. Not just big stuff - like world peace or for a date with Brad Pitt - but little, everyday wishes, made without thinking. With her luck, she knows they'll never come true... Until one day she buys some heather from a gypsy. Suddenly the bad hair days stop; a handsome American answers her ad for a housemate; and she starts seeing James - The Perfect Man who sends her flowers, excels in the bedroom, and isn't afraid to say 'I love you'... But are these wishes-come-true a blessing or a curse? And is there such a thing as too much foreplay?
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Be Careful what You Wish for, Alexandra Potter
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- Released
- 2006
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- Language
- English
- Authors
- Alexandra Potter
- Publisher
- Hodder Ome
- Released
- 2006
- Format
- Paperback
- Pages
- 368
- ISBN10
- 0340899611
- ISBN13
- 9780340899618
- Series
- Tags
- Fiction, Romance, Humor, Love, Women, Magic, Sexuality & Intimacy, Infidelity, Wishes, Disappointment
- First published
- 2006
- Original title
- Be Careful What You Wish for
- Rating
- 3.75 out of 5
- Description
- 'I wish I could get a seat on the tube... I hadn't eaten that entire bag of Maltesers... I could meet a man whose hobbies include washing up and monogamy...' Heather Hamilton is always wishing for things. Not just big stuff - like world peace or for a date with Brad Pitt - but little, everyday wishes, made without thinking. With her luck, she knows they'll never come true... Until one day she buys some heather from a gypsy. Suddenly the bad hair days stop; a handsome American answers her ad for a housemate; and she starts seeing James - The Perfect Man who sends her flowers, excels in the bedroom, and isn't afraid to say 'I love you'... But are these wishes-come-true a blessing or a curse? And is there such a thing as too much foreplay?