In the beautiful village of Chamillon lies the Café Belle Vie, where you'll always find croissants and friends when you need them the most - and where Elle is hoping to uncover the truth about her past... Thirty-year-old Elle Matheson has decided it's finally time to find the mother who gave her up as a baby. With a faded postcard from the Café Belle Vie in hand - one of the very few things she has from her mother - she heads straight to the Île de Ré to begin her search. With only the postcard and the ivory shawl she was wrapped in as clues, finding her mum is like trying to find a needle in a haystack, even with the help of friendly - and gorgeous - café-owner Charlie. And since Elle hasn't exactly told her younger sister what she's up to, the little white lies about where she is are starting to add up... But Elle is really starting to feel at home on the beautiful island. The locals are welcoming, the café is homely, and Charlie is always there with a helping hand, a listening ear, and a pain au chocolat. Is Elle about to discover not just where she came from - but where she belongs? A hilarious rom com perfect for reading in the sunshine! Fans of Debbie Johnson, Zara Stoneley and Debbie Macomber will love Karen Clarke! What readers are saying about Karen Clarke: '5 Stars. Wow, this book has everything. Romance, friendship, second chances and drama. I could not put the book down!' Goodreads Reviewer 'Had me in hysterics!... Kept me thoroughly entertained from start to finish... Fun, lighthearted and addictive.' The Writing Garnet 'Has you hooked from the beginning... Full of friendship and romance... So heart-warming... You just want to be curled up in front of the fire when you read it.' Goodreads reviewer 'Had me properly laughing... A light-hearted, fun, easy-to-read story that will have you giggling.' Rachel's Random Reads 'Karen Clarke has such a knack for writing hilariously funny one-liners. I have lost track whilst reading this how many times I've laughed out loud... Five Stars!' Stardust Book Reviews 'A fun and heart-warming read that had me feeling all toasty inside... Karen Clarke has become one of my must-read authors and is one I can rely on to cheer me up and chase those bad old blues away.' By the Letter Book Reviews 'This book had me laughing from page one. The story was light, funny, warming and LOL all the way through. I cannot recommend this book enough.' Goodreads reviewer 'Totally amazing... So heart-warming while funny as well. Full of families, beautiful seaside countryside and romance... An excellent book from the first page, has you hooked and so well written. I highly recommend reading this.' Goodreads reviewer
‘Unputdownable... A perfect summer holiday read’ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Reader Review Sparkling sun, strolls in the gorgeous French countryside, that first sip of cool, crisp wine – Summer is Kat’s favourite season.
Thoroughly loved this story!’ Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars ‘I snort laughed… Hilarious.’ Smile Love Read Repeat ‘5 Stars. Wow, this book has everything. Romance, friendship, second chances and drama.
Escape to the French coast this summer with Jennifer Bohnet’s deliciously uplifting read.
With all the buoyant charm that made The Little Paris Bookshop a beloved bestseller, The Little French Bistro is a tale of second chances and a delightful embrace of the joys of life in France.
I switched my gaze to the café nestled on top of the headland, surrounded by a white picket fence, the light dancing off its whitewashed walls... Hang on! There hadn't been a white picket fence the last time I'd looked, and the exterior ...
'On the arse,' she said, casting me a dark look that suggested Maitland's Café was on the brink of bankruptcy, thanks to me. 'Gwen, you're a superstar.' The customer's face transformed into an affectionate smile, despite Gwen's stony ...
I knew from her cousin, who'd worked at Maitland's for years before retiring, that Gwen was divorced, but she'd never talked about her marriage before. Intrigued, I waited until she'd taken a couple of orders and turned her attention to ...
'He's called Peter Robson, h-h-how boring is that?' she cried, body heaving. 'Peter Robson! Not my Donny Dashwood any more. But he's still my son!' A sob wavered at the back of my throat. 'Of course he is.' I kissed her hair, ...
Beth said, perching on the stool behind the counter while Harry got busy with his tape measure. It was after six, but the only time Harry could get away, and Beth had insisted on accompanying him. She said she needed to get out from ...
'Councillor Gerald Finch, this is Oliver Matheson,' he said, gruffly. Mr Finch was short and broad, with squat legs like a bulldog. In a seasonal nod, a pair of flashing antlers had been clamped over his thinning, metal-grey hair.