If you're going on holiday, you need to take this book with you. It really fills you with a warm glow and reminds you of past holidays spent with your family. Each chapter is told from a different person's perspective so avoid it if you don't like those types of novels - personally, I love them -...
The Liddiards have lived at Honeycote House for generations. But all that might be about to change ... Rakishly charming Mickey Liddiard has several problems. Unbeknownst to his angelic wife Lucy, his family-run business, Honeycote brewery - the mainstay of picturesque Honeycote - is up to its ...
Ever since I discovered Veronica Henry I have been a big fan of her works. She creates stories that aren't overtly feminine with characters and plot lines that are strong and familiar. Of all her books I didn't particularly enjoy A Night On The Orient Express but with this one I felt on much safe...
Suzanna and Barney Blake are swapping city life for the countryside - determined to breathe new life into the Honeycote Arms and a marriage touched by tragedy. Newly seperated Ginny Tait arrives in Honeycote at around the same time - with very nubile twin daughters and an awful lot of baggage. ...
When I picked up the book the first time around, I set it down pretty quickly. A society girl and the heir to a run-down Manor? Sounds like a modern version of a Barbara Cartland novel. But luckily I gave it a second try, because the characters are in fact likeable (even TV-starlet Richenda Fox) ...
The two girls who helped her with wedding flowers were sitting with her. They had a long piece of rope lined up on trestle tables in front of them, and were attaching bunches of green foliage to the rope with pieces of wire. Once the rope was covered, it would be hung up o...
The nails looked bruised, as if someone had stepped on her foot. The infuriating thing was she’d known all along she wouldn’t like it, but had given in. Now she’d have to go back tomorrow and have them re-varnished her usual pillar-box red. Then she sighed. Was this what her life had come to? Whe...
A deep, bright green. Almost iridescent. She reminded Pip of an exotic parakeet as she flittered about the bookshelves. It was very plain, a shift dress, and it outlined how very tiny she was. Her hair was bleached white and cut in a very short crop. Her eyes were huge and wide with spidery lashe...
The sea seemed to glitter more invitingly than ever; boats bobbed in impatience as they awaited their passengers and the smell of coffee and frying bacon wound its way through the streets. Cars started arriving even earlier than usual as eager visitors claimed their pitch, wanting to make the mos...
Every time he saw it, Craig couldn’t believe how lucky he was. By six o’clock in the morning, the copper from the Midlands was walking towards the sea with his surfboard tucked under his arms, his footprints in the damp sand the first of the day. He reached the water’s edge. The white frill of su...
The sky was bright, the air was crisp and most of the passengers got off to stroll up and down the platform underneath the Olympic ski jump that towered above them. Emmie had dressed for their arrival in Venice in an eau-de-nil tea dress. A wide-brimmed straw hat trimmed with a swathe of chiffon ...
It would be madness to attempt to go anywhere. The gritters never came this far. Most of the roads across the moor were blocked. Sheep were left to fend for themselves as farmers gave up the futile attempts to get their Land Rovers out with bales of extra hay. They just had to pray their flocks h...
The last time Harry Milton saw Florence Carr, she was a spotty, frizzy-haired skinny little thing, youngest daughter of the family three huts down whom everyone tried to avoid because they were total trainspotters. And now? Now she was quite simply stunning. The ginger frizz had morphed into copp...
Delilah’s agent. And when she said Delilah’s name like that, she knew it was bad news. If it was good news, she burbled on for a few minutes about nonsense. ‘As you know, I’ve been talking about renegotiating your contract with the production company.’ ‘Are they baulking a...
‘There’s two things,’ Kate told her. ‘First, I want your advice about coming off the sleeping tablets. What you said really struck a chord. I tried going without one on Saturday night. But it was hopeless. Even though I was exhausted I fell asleep and then I woke up and that was it. I had to take...