Two Days

Sun. Sea. Sand. And a vacation fling. Falling in love isn’t part of the plan.

When I get run over by a bike while walking in Greece on vacation, I look up to discover a Greek god staring down at me. Wavy brown hair, sparkling dark eyes, and olive skin – where do I sign up for a vacation fling?

Turns out my Greek god is a Dutchman named Nico, but I’m not picky.

Two days on the Greek island of Rhodes turn into a long-distance relationship, but I want more than occasional visits. So, I give up my life in Wisconsin and move to Holland to be with Nico.

Except when I arrive in Holland, Nico ghosts me. Maybe I should have told him about my grand plans of us living happily ever after in The Hague before I moved across the ocean?

Can a holiday fling on a Greek Island turn into a happily ever after?

This holiday romantic comedy features a woman who doesn’t bother looking before jumping into the deep end, a man who’s hiding a pint-sized secret for stupid reasons making him the world’s biggest idiot complete with a trophy and everything, a group of friends who always have their girl’s back, a scheming best friend who seems to know everyone’s secrets before they do, and a super sweet HEA.

Each book in the Love in the Lowlands romantic comedy series can be read as a standalone.

Previously published as Dutch Courage

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“This is a story that will make you laugh and make you cry, the banter between Nico, Char and the friends is hilarious, Oh, and D.E Haggerty’s book always have a wonderful HEA.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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“these characters are flawed but beautiful in how they love and take care of each other. The descriptions of the places they go are vivid and made me want to travel to see in person!” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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“To say these characters burrowed into my heart is putting it mildly!” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

“These two were adorable and when Nico finally came to his senses it was pure perfection.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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“Watch out,” the biker shouts.

There’s no time for me to escape. The breaks on the bike squeal as the rider tries to stop his forward momentum, but it’s too late. He barrels right into me. I fly into the bush as the bike crashes on its side.

“Shit. Shit. Are you okay? How do you ask if you’re okay in Greek?” 

“Ow! How the hell would I know?” I ask as I rub the shoulder I fell on. It feels wet. I pull my hand away to look at it and discover it’s covered in blood. Crap.

“I was a scout. I know first aid,” he says as he examines at my shoulder. “You’re bleeding.” 

I hold up my hand covered in blood. “No shit, Sherlock. What was your first clue?” 

He chuckles. “An English woman with a sense of humor. I thought they didn’t exist.” 

I glare at him. “I’m not English. I’m American, you imbecile.” 

He inclines his head. “My apologies. Now, do you have any bandages with you? We need to clean the wound and cover it.” 

“Yes, of course, I do. I always carry a package of bandages and antibiotic crème with me while I’m hiking in the wilds of Greece.” 

He smiles. “Excellent.” 

“I’m being sarcastic. Don’t they have sarcasm in Greece?” 

“Oh, I’m not Greek. I’m Dutch. Nicolaas de Ruiter at your service.” He does a little bow. 

“I’m Charlotte. You can call me Char or Charlotte, but never Charlie.” I wrinkle my nose. “Charlie is a boy’s name.” 

Nicolaas stands and whips off his t-shirt. Now, this is the picture you’ll find on the cover of a romance novel. A sexy romance novel. Wowzer! Someone works out. I lift my hand to touch the ridges of his six-pack abs, but then I remember I literally met this man less than five minutes ago. No touching allowed, Char

“Here,” he says and places his t-shirt against my bleeding shoulder. 

“Ouch! Take it easy. Looking like a Greek god doesn’t give you all-healing powers you know.”  

“You think I look like a Greek god? I may not be Greek but for you, I can pretend.” He winks. 

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