An aristocrat and a gardener walk into a bar, and the barman says—never mind. They walked into a shed, and they’re kissing. Oops.My father trying to set me up with every eligible bachelor in England? Check.A crazy aunt with even crazier goats who keep eating the flowerbeds? Check.Me secretly moonlighting as the internet’s newest agony aunt and fixing relationships one love language at a time? Check.One grumpy, bearded gardener that I keep accidentally kissing?Um, oopsie…Please note that Love Language is set in England and is written in British English.
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