Kissing Fish

Emily Plaice - Fish to her friends - thought she knew where her life was going. 

  • Long-term boyfriend, headed towards engagement: check. 
  • Academic career: check. 
  • Brilliant friends: check. 
  • Annoying but well-meaning family: check.

But then her boyfriend buggers off to America, her job leaves her wanting, her brother sends the family into an uproar...and a kiss from a masked stranger sends her senses spinning, leading her to rethink the life she's taken for granted.

A single kiss can change everything. 

If only she knew who he was.


Catch up with Kissing Fish here:

Masks

Fish Needs a Hug

Prelude to a Kiss

The End

All the Single Ladies

On Again, Off Again

Welcome Home

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