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The One You Really Want
     

The One You Really Want

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by Jill Mansell
 

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"Mansell scores again with a multilayered contemporary story of loves lost and found...." —Publishers Weekly

A funny, heartfelt novel about second chances at love from international bestselling author Jill Mansell

When it comes to love, never say never

When Nancy discovers the expensive jewelry

Overview

"Mansell scores again with a multilayered contemporary story of loves lost and found...." —Publishers Weekly

A funny, heartfelt novel about second chances at love from international bestselling author Jill Mansell

When it comes to love, never say never

When Nancy discovers the expensive jewelry her husband's been buying isn't for her, she decamps from the Scottish countryside to her best friend Carmen's posh Chelsea town house to sort things out.

Nancy finds herself in a surprising new world, where rock stars are nicer than you thought, social workers are not necessarily to be trusted, and the filthy rich are folks with problems just like you. Everybody falls in love with the wrong people, and the path to true love twists and turns before you discover who you really want.

"Bursting with humor, brimming with intrigue, and full of characters you'll adore." -Heat on Don't Want to Miss a Thing
"Warm, witty, and romantic." -Daily Mail on Take a Chance on Me

Editorial Reviews

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"Mansell scores again with a multilayered contemporary story of loves lost and found.... Humorous dialogue defines well-drawn characters and adds a fun touch to lives that are spot-on with universal human angst." - Publishers Weekly

"Mansell's latest is a fun, lighthearted story that provides meaningful drama, yet never takes itself too seriously. Mansell is great with characterization; each character has a unique voice and plays a part in the narrative. It's not clear until the ending which of the love relationships are going to work out, so the pace moves quickly and keeps the reader guessing." - RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars

"Mansell (Falling for You, 2015) solidifies her status as a queen of British chick lit with this funny, heartwarming novel about finding unexpected love and building makeshift families." - Booklist

"[Mansell] writes funny, romantic chick lit in the vein of Marian Keyes and Sophie Kinsella. In her latest to be published in the United States, she takes a standard story line of a second chance at love and adds enough twists and endearing characters to make it fresh." - Library Journal

Library Journal
04/01/2016
Leaving her cheating husband behind in Edinburgh, Nancy heads to London to stay with her best friend Carmen, who is still nursing her own broken heart since losing her rock star husband, Spike, to a drug overdose a few years earlier. Spike left her with a posh house and plenty of money, but that just makes Carmen's first forays back into dating more complicated. Does Joe the plumber really love her, or is he after her money? Then there's her blunt yet charming brother-in-law Rennie to consider, although he's a rock star, too, and with a playboy reputation. Meanwhile, Nancy has fallen for the hot Irishman next door, but he's already seeing a woman his teenage daughter has dubbed "Cyanide Sadie." Somehow everyone seems to be falling in love with the wrong person, but eventually they'll all figure out the one they really want. VERDICT Best-selling author Mansell (Falling for You; The Unexpected Consequences of Love) writes funny, romantic chick lit in the vein of Marian Keyes and Sophie Kinsella. In her latest to be published in the United States, she takes a standard story line of a second chance at love and adds enough twists and endearing characters to make it fresh.—Melissa DeWild, BookOps, New York P.L.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781492604471
Publisher:
Sourcebooks
Publication date:
04/05/2016
Pages:
432
Sales rank:
204,100
Product dimensions:
5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.30(d)

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Chapter 1

"Go on, you can say it," Nancy offered, because it was so obviously what Carmen was longing to blurt out down the phone. Five-year-olds had more self-control than Carmen.

Five hundred miles away in London, Carmen replied innocently, "I wouldn't dream of saying I told you so. We all know what happens to best friends who do that. You're the one who married Jonathan, so it stands to reason you thought he was the bee's knees. If I'd told you then what part of a bee I thought he was, you'd have hated me. That's why I pretended to like him."

Nancy smiled to herself, thinking that she really should be crying. "And that's why you don't have an Oscar. You may have tried to pretend, but it didn't fool anyone."

"Ah, but I didn't tell you I thought he was an idiot," said Carmen, "and that's the important thing. You didn't feel as if you had to stick up for him the whole time-you didn't always have to defend him, d'you see?-because if I had told you, you wouldn't have taken a blind bit of notice anyway. And we'd have ended up falling out."

"Would we?" Nancy couldn't imagine falling out with Carmen. They'd been inseparable since they were eight.

"It wouldn't have been easy. Anyway, that's why I didn't. Which is why we're still friends," Carmen said cheerfully.

"You can still say I told you so if you want to." Nancy was feeling generous.

"Thanks, but I'll wait until I've put the phone down. I'm polite like that." More seriously, Carmen said, "Are you sure you're all right?"

Was she? Who could tell? Nancy suspected that she was actually in a mild state of shock. It was Christmas morning, after all. Christmas was such a happy day, in her experience, that it was quite hard to take in what had happened. When you'd put so much effort into buying and wrapping presents, sending cards, choosing a tree, and decorating the house-well, it assumed a momentum of its own. Actually holding up your hands and saying Stop! was easier said than done.

When you'd spent this long gearing up to Christmas, it was hard to imagine not...well, going ahead and having it.

"I'm great," said Nancy, because the last thing she wanted was Carmen worrying about her. "Mum's going to be here soon to give me a hand with lunch."

"And you're really not going to tell her?"

Nancy closed her eyes. "Completely ruin her Christmas, you mean?" Compared with the devastation this would cause, keeping the news to herself would be a cinch. "You know how Mum feels about Jonathan. She'd be distraught."

"OK, you're the boss." Mischievously, Carmen said, "Off you go, back to peeling the parsnips like a good little wifey. Ever tried them poached in honey and arsenic?"

"If I had, I wouldn't be here to tell you, would I?"

"See? You always were the clever one. I'd better let you go. Keep in touch," said Carmen. "Give me a ring this evening."

"OK. Thanks." Belatedly, Nancy said, "Are you all right?"

"Me? I'm wonderful."

Nancy felt guilty, because if anyone deserved to have a big fuss made of them over the Christmas period, it was Carmen. When your husband had died three years ago-and, unlike herself and Jonathan, Carmen had been totally devoted to Spike-you were entitled to be depressed. "Well, look after yourself. I'll call you tonight when I get a chance."

"Can't wait. And don't forget," Carmen said chirpily, "the honey disguises the taste of the arsenic."

*
• *

Had it only happened this morning? Was it really less than three hours ago that her world had tilted and begun to crumble?

OK, maybe not her whole world, but certainly her marriage.

Nancy, her breath misting up the bedroom window of their four-bedroom detached house, gazed out over the frosty yard, sparkling iridescent in the sunlight like one of those glitter-strewn Christmas cards her Auntie Mags was so fond of sending. The sky was cloudless and an unseasonal shade of duck-egg blue. In the distance, beyond Kilnachranan, the mountains rose up snowcapped and dramatic. The yard itself, all three-quarters of an acre of it, was wreathed in a glittery whiteness and heartbreakingly beautiful.

And down there on the stiff white grass stood the cause of her current torment: her Christmas present from Jonathan.

It was all thanks to this...thing that her life was about to change in a pretty major way.

The card had arrived ten days ago, among half a dozen others, as Nancy had been upstairs cleaning the bath. Even the sound of Christmas cards phflumping through the mail slot onto the mat was a thrilling one. They definitely made a more exciting noise, she had thought happily, than boring old bills and circulars. Because you never knew who might have sent you a card, completely out of the blue and against all the odds. Prince William perhaps, or Bono from U2, or Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones...

Well, she couldn't help thinking it and getting that lovely squirrelly feeling in her stomach, the one she always used to get when she woke up on Christmas morning and saw the bulging pillowcase of presents from Santa at the foot of her bed.

And incredibly, this time, there was an intriguing-looking envelope among the rest, a heavy expensive cream one addressed in handwriting she didn't recognize. Incapable of saving it until last, Nancy cast aside the others-from Auntie Jane and Uncle Denis in Brighton, the boring Matthews family across the road, Jonathan's smug cousin Edgar in Dundee-and ripped open the mystery envelope. The picture on the front of the card was a snow scene of an Edinburgh street. The rank of shops depicted in the painting rang a vague bell. Cavendish Row, that was it. Opening the card, Nancy read the printed inscription inside.

Christmas and New Year greetings to a valued customer, from all at Rossiter and Co., Fine Jewelers.

To personalize it, there was a formless squiggle of a signature at the bottom, the kind a monkey might have made. Tuh, so much for being sent a card by someone exciting. This was from someone who was barely human.

What's more, Nancy thought crossly, Jonathan's surprise had now been ruined. He'd clearly paid a visit to Rossiter's on Cavendish Row and bought her something from there for Christmas. Bought her something expensive, more to the point, because they were unlikely to send classy greetings cards, with Valued Customer on them, to every Tom, Dick, and Harry who needed a new watch battery and popped into the shop. Except it hadn't occurred to the not-so-clever people at Rossiter's that cards sent to the home of a married male customer stood a good chance of being opened, completely innocently, by his wife.

And since the whole point of Christmas presents was that they should be a fabulous surprise, her own Christmas morning was now spoiled.

Well, that was what she'd thought ten days ago. Gripping the window ledge, Nancy gazed down at her present. Having discreetly disposed of the greeting card in the trash, she'd spent ages practicing her surprised-and-delighted face, because that was how she'd planned to react when she opened the satin-lined box containing whatever item of jewelry Jonathan had ended up choosing for her.

Instead, he had steered her across the bedroom, instructed her to close her eyes, then pulled open the curtains with a triumphant flourish.

"Ta-daaa! You can open your eyes now," Jonathan had proclaimed, and Nancy had obediently opened her eyes, mystified as to why he would have wanted to put the jewelry box containing her Christmas present out on the windowsill.

Except, of course, he hadn't.

"It's a lawn mower." It had taken her a good few seconds to get the words out.

"The sit-on kind," Jonathan informed her with pride.

"It's...it's..."

"You just wait. You won't know how you ever managed without one." Jonathan was beaming now, incredibly pleased with himself. "No more pushing and shoving that old gas mower. This takes all the effort out of cutting the grass. Trust me." He slid his arms around Nancy's waist and kissed the back of her neck. "You're going to love it."

It took a little while for all the implications to sink in. When they finally did, Nancy felt like the slow girl at school, the very last one to get the punch line of a joke. If Jonathan hadn't bought some mystery item of jewelry from Rossiter's for her, then he must have bought it for someone else.

Hadn't he?

OK, OK, it was a mess, but not an entirely unexpected mess. If she was honest, there had been hints before now that Jonathan might be up to something, but never any that had been concrete enough to act upon. Nancy knew that girls who were overly possessive, jealous if their men so much as glanced in the direction of another girl, did themselves no favors at all. One of her old student roommates, Doug, had gotten himself saddled with one of these. Having convinced herself that he was cheating, Ella had interrogated him endlessly, demanding to be kept informed of his every movement, even rummaging through his dirty laundry bag in order to go through Doug's jeans pockets for phone numbers, and to sniff the collars of his shirts for traces of Other Women's Perfume. Nancy had caught her doing this once, at two o'clock in the morning. In a way, she'd felt sorry for Ella, but at the same time she'd known the girl was making a terrible mistake. Everyone had laughed about her behind her back, and Doug had been embarrassed because, let's face it, lookswise, he was no Johnny Depp. Girls weren't exactly falling over themselves to go out with him. If it had taken him six months to pluck up the courage to ask Ella out on a date, how likely was it that he'd be simultaneously seeing several other girls on the side?

Eventually, the teasing had become too much to tolerate, and Ella's inability to stop being jealous had taken its toll. Doug had finished with her, and Ella had been inconsolable, begging Nancy to persuade him to see sense and take her back. All this had had a profound effect on Nancy, who had longed to say I told you so, I told you you'd drive him away in the end. Instead, she'd vowed never to be the jealous type, never to indulge in interrogation sessions-and never, ever to accuse any man of hers of doing something he hadn't done.

Unless, of course, she knew he definitely had.

Nancy frowned. The thing was, did she know for sure? Could there still be an innocent explanation for what had happened, one that simply hadn't occurred to her? And if there was no innocent explanation, who in heaven's name could Jonathan be seeing?

Someone she knew? Someone from his office? Not his secretary, surely to God. The whole point of a mistress was getting one prettier and younger and bustier than your wife. Tania looked like a potato in a pashmina.

It couldn't be her, Nancy decided. To be honest, she'd be insulted if it were.

A car tooted outside, bringing her back to earth. Rose, her mother, was rattling up the drive in her green Mini. Car, not skirt.

OK, forget the unfaithful husband and the all-but-over marriage. It was Christmas Day. On with the show.

"Darling!" Rose threw her arms around her beloved only daughter. "You look beautiful! Merry Christmas!"

"You too, Mum." Nancy hugged Rose in return, thinking how frail she felt. Her mother was only in her late sixties, but there was always the worry that this year might be her last. This was why she couldn't tell Rose about Jonathan's philandering-OK, alleged philandering. It would break her heart and ruin her Christmas. If it kills me, Nancy thought, I will protect Mum from that.

"Where's that lovely son-in-law of mine?" Rose was peering hopefully past Nancy into the house. "I've got bags of presents here-they weigh an absolute ton."

"Jonathan's gone down to the pub to meet Hamish and Pete. Prelunch drinks." Nancy, who'd been delighted to be rid of Jonathan for an hour, said, "You know how it is: all the men get together and compare Christmas sweaters, the one with the most horrible pattern wins a...um, not that Jonathan ever stands a chance of winning," she added hastily, "but some people have families with terrible taste. Anyway, he'll be back by two o'clock. Let me carry the bags inside. Oh, Mum, you are naughty; you've brought far too many presents."

"Rubbish, I enjoy buying them." Following Nancy inside, Rose heaved a sigh of pleasure. "Such a gorgeous house. You're so lucky, darling. Can you believe how lucky you are?"

Nancy thought back to the times at the beginning of their marriage when she had thought she'd been lucky. Or before she'd begun to inwardly suspect that Jonathan might not turn out to be Mr. Faithful-Till-the-End-of-Time after all.

But this was her mother asking the question. This time last year Rose had bought Jonathan a mug with World's Best Son-in-Law! printed on it. Hastily changing the subject, Nancy said, "The turkey's in the oven. I've done the potatoes and the bread sauce, but the rest of the vegetables are still-"

"How did I guess they would be?" Rose had been busily arranging the Christmas presents under the tree. Straightening, she beamed. "Don't worry, darling, I'm here now. We can have a glass of sherry and a lovely chat while we're doing it all. You can tell me everything that's been going on."

Nancy had to turn away so as not to let Rose see the tears in her eyes. Did other twenty-eight-year-olds tell their mothers everything that had been going on in their lives? Maybe they did. But Rose always saw the best in people; there was a kind of innocence about her. Nancy, feeling it was her duty to protect her mother from disappointment, had never been able to bring herself to tell Rose the truth.

"Now, parsnips. Carrots. Oh my word, asparagus-that must have cost a fortune; you are naughty." Rose, surveying the contents of the vegetable basket, was torn between delight and terror at the thought of how much the bundles of fresh asparagus must have cost. "Right, I'll make a start on the carrots."

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Nancy watched her mother deftly peel and chop the carrots. Rose McAndrew, sixty-eight years old, four feet eleven inches tall, and weighing less than one hundred pounds with all her clothes on. Widowed thirteen years ago, she had never so much as looked at another man. She lived alone in a tiny, pin-neat, rented apartment in Edinburgh, still worked part-time as a cleaner in an old people's home, and was a prodigious knitter. Every spare second was spent producing, at lightning speed, soft knitted toys that she then donated to a thrift store supporting a children's hospice. Privately, Nancy found it heartbreaking that her mother could spend eight hours knitting, sewing together, and stuffing an intricately detailed clown complete with knitted tube of toothpaste, toothbrush, and pajamas, only for it to be sold in the shop for four pounds fifty. Four pounds fifty. She'd visited the shop and seen the price tags with her own eyes. So much work for so little return, yet Rose had exclaimed in delight at the amount of money she was raising for the poor sick children. It simply wouldn't occur to her to be offended, because that wasn't the kind of person she was.

There was no one better.

Turning, Rose said happily, "And what did Jonathan get you for Christmas?"

Nancy swallowed. "A lawn mower. The kind you sit on. It's out in the yard."

"A sit-on lawn mower? Oh my word, how marvelous! I say, darling, you'll be able to ride around on it like the queen. What fun!"

Forcing a smile, because she was unsure how often the queen actually rode around on a lawn mower, Nancy said, "I know."

"That's Jonathan for you, isn't it? So original. He always knows exactly the right thing to buy."

Other people might have mothers in whom they could confide every tiny detail of their lives, but Rose wasn't that kind of mother. She needed to be cosseted and protected from details that would only upset her.

Nancy knew she couldn't tell her the truth.

Meet the Author

With over 9 million copies sold, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Mansell writes irresistible and funny romantic tales for women in the tradition of Marian Keyes and Sophie Kinsella. She worked for many years at the Burden Neurological Hospital, Bristol, and now writes full time. She lives with her partner and their children in Bristol, England.

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The One You Really Want 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Meemo_B 3 months ago
Copy provided by Netgalley in exchange for an unbiased review. Jill Mansell is a new-to-me author. I’d picked up a couple of her ebooks free over the last few years, but I hadn’t read any of them yet. That will change, as I enjoyed this one and those others have now moved up my far-too-long TBR list. Reading this was a bit like watching a rom-com movie, the characters are sometimes funny, sometimes aggravating, often in denial. 
And while you’re pretty sure you know where things are going, there’s a bit of doubt up until the end. Overall, even though there are also parts of the characters’ pasts that are more dark/serious it was ultimately a fun, light read, and I look forward to reading more by Jill Mansell.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As an avid reader of Jill Mansell's romcoms, once again her witty dialogue and likable characters kept me intrigued. It kept me guessing too, wondering who was going to end up with whom. Nothing earth shattering here, just a nice story with a happy ending, and no smut! Refreshing!
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My_Peace More than 1 year ago
The One You Really Want by Jill Mansell was a book I completely enjoyed and felt part of! I laughed (a lot!), cared about the characters, felt heart ache, heart break along side them...but I also felt love and the determination these woman have. The One You Really Want starts off following Nancy and Carmen as their lives have taken an unexpected turns and it's time for them to take charge and move on. Most times that's easier said than done, though! Soon they find themselves living in Caremn's luxury condo in London joined by Rennie (Carmen's late husband's brother) and Rose (Nancy's Mum). As they all live together and try to go on with their lives, they have each other to lean on, to boss around, and to feel most of all that they are good people and can hopefully find happiness again. The entertainment value only increased in The One You Really Want as more characters move into the plot, and they all for a friendship. We learn about all of their lives, and Jill's smooth writing the characters blend well into the plot and work well to support the plot and each other. Going on this journey with them to find The One You Really Want was fantastic! I loved, loved this group of characters. Despite some of them being rich and famous, or struggling more, they are a perfect fit for a group of friends supporting each other, and they have a very obvious strong bond. They are all strong characters, by Rennie, Rose and Mia (see blurb) were my absolute favorites with their interfering ways and not always welcome suggestions. Have a good age range for the characters also worked well. There is a lot going on, potential dates that don't work, and lots of hidden under currents and desires between some of the Characters that developed into a memorable story. I felt like I could easily have joined right in and been welcomed! I also loved the London setting, the accents, and the different words at times that took me right there! My review probably doesn't do The One You Really Want justice, but it a fantastic, well flowing read told in numerous POV's that works really well. This is definitely not the last book by Jill Mansell I'll read! In fact I bought her recent release today to dive into next!! I'd highly recommend The One You Really Want to any romance reader who wants to be thoroughly entertained as you get to know these fabulous characters!!
Honolulubelle More than 1 year ago
Favorite Quotes: “You’re the one who married Jonathan, so it stands to reason you thought he was the bee’s knees. If I’d told her then what part of the bee I thought he was, you’d have hated me. That’s why I pretended to like him.” “My word, it’s like one of those TV programs, isn’t it? You know, where the people decorate one another’s living rooms and end up getting such a fright they burst into tears.” “Bugger, I’ve lost my blarney… I’m sorry. I don’t know where it’s gotten to.” “I mean, I can tell you like him, because I know you. But it’s not as if you’ve been twirling your bra around your head and purring at him like Eartha Kitt.” “‘Come on, you’re holding everyone up.’ Leaning across still farther, Connor swung upon the passenger door. ‘They all think you’re a hooker now, haggling over the price.’” “So this is what he’d been missing out on all these years. If he was honest, he’d never really seen the point of mouth-to-mouth combat before. But now he knew. This was what kissing was for.” My Review: I smirked, snorted, and laughed aloud as I read this clever and delightful tale. I enjoyed my stay in this upscale neighborhood of quirky Brits. There were several storylines going at once in this busy book, and I was totally enchanted throughout and adored each and every one of them. The characters were likable, flawed, smart, kind, and people I would want to know. The writing was humorous, involving, heart squeezing, emotive, clever, and fully of witty banter. I cared about these people and felt their disappointments as well as their joy. In addition, I love to learn new Brit terms – the one I gleaned from this book was wazzock – which Google tells me is an idiot, and I can never know too many terms for that. This was my first Jill Mansell read, but certainly will not be my last; I now have yet another author to stalk.
gaele More than 1 year ago
Having read a series of punch-in-the-gut romances of late, it was time for that slow burn story with heroines that are a little older, if not always wiser to the ways of the world, and The One You Really Want by Jill Mansell was just the right read. Nancy opens a Christmas card from a posh jewelry shop that was addressed to her husband, and believes he spent lavishly on her gift. He did, but the lavish money went to a new lawn mower with the jewels being gifted to someone else…his mistress. Reeling from the discovery, she heads to her best friend’s house to make some decisions. Carmen, too, is dealing with the recent death of her husband, so these two women are supporting one another through these massive changes that have happened, and more importantly, those to come. Mansell’s humor is spot on, as these two decide to re-enter the dating pool with some spectacularly awkward moments, funny moments and even a second chance at love. From the charity shop worker to Bennie of the Rock Band, through Connor – everyone is finding a new reason to smile. Each character brought something to the story that made it feel fuller, adding depth and breadth to the story. You get a sense of the drier humor of the Brits, the no-nonsense approach to her slimy husband’s betrayal from Nancy, and the completely relatable situations that are presented. Solidly written, if a bit older, this is the perfect getaway read for those who want a character driven story with just a touch of angst but plenty of humor. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
4.5 stars! Jill Mansell is sort of a new author for me. However, it's funny, whenever I see her books offered I'm like a kid in a candy store and all excited. I have never been disappointed and so excited to read them. This latest definitely falls into that category. As usual, she has many characters, all with their own story to tell. This one puts together a bunch of them that have a widow of a rock star band in common. They all end up living together in her mega mansion along with a few that live around the area. It's a great story about finding love or even companionship. The sex is implied for those wondering. And the story is very well written with lovable and likable characters. So much so that you hate saying goodbye to them at the end of the book. The author does such a good job of making them so human like and they seriously begin to become part of your day. I woke this morning wondering what Rose was going to fix for breakfast! And, of course, whether Rennie even made it home last night. It is definitely one of those books that grabs you, brings you in to their lives and holds you there, loving being part of their lives. I was definitely entertained and thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. Thanks to Sourcebooks for approving my request and to Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review. 2 likes ·
JerseyGirlBookReviews More than 1 year ago
In The One You Really Want, author Jill Mansell weaves a lighthearted and witty British romantic tale of friendship and second chances. Set in Edinburgh, Scotland and London, and told in alternating third person narratives, the reader is easily drawn into this witty and caring story as they follow a group of friends who help each other navigate the trials and tribulations in life and love. Nancy Adams unexpectedly finds out on Christmas Day that her husband Jonathan has been cheating on her. Nancy's best friend Carmen Todd invites her to move into her posh Chelsea townhouse in London. Carmen's husband Spike was a member of a famous rock band, who died three years ago. She has never gotten over her loss, and she spends her time volunteering at a local shelter. Carmen's rock star brother-in-law Rennie Todd steps in to try to help Carmen move on with her life. Carmen tries to move forward in her life, especially when a charity worker named Joe comes around, but she unexpectedly finds herself falling for Rennie. Shortly after moving in with Carmen and Rennie, Nancy meets next door neighbor Connor O'Shea, a fitness club owner, and his cheeky sixteen year old daughter Mia, who decides to play matchmaker between Nancy and Connor. The One You Really Want is a fast paced and humorous story that will keep the reader engaged and guessing as they follow Nancy and Carmen's journey to finding a second chance at love. I really enjoyed following the journey of these two best friends as they struggled to overcome life issues, both were determined to move forward with their lives. And when you add in a handsome next door neighbor, a cheeky teenage matchmaker, a caring mother, and a hot rock star brother-in-law, life certainly starts to get interesting when love is in the air for these two lovely ladies. The One You Really Want is a lighthearted and sweet story that has enough emotional depth, drama, romance, and witty banter, that makes it a delightfully entertaining tale that is a must read for chick lit and romance fans. Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author / publisher in exchange for my honest review