...should you choose to accept it. (And I strongly recommend that you do...)
- Go to a supermarket. Buy a large bar of chocolate (minimum 500g), a box of tissues, a bottle of wine/ indulgent beverage of your choice, and a copy of Abby Green’s latest book The Spaniard’s Marriage Bargain.
- Return home, thinking of a plausible story that will get you out of all domestic and social responsibilities for at least 24 hours.
- Unplug phone, make excuses to nearest and dearest and smuggle all purchases up to bed.
- Read Rowan and Isandro’s story, eat chocolate, drink wine and weep. And weep some more. And then probably read again...
This is a seriously special book. And I’m honestly not just saying that because Abby Green is my friend—absolutely the opposite in fact, as I’m very fond of telling her (as publicly as possible—preferably in front of editors) that her books are completely terrible and that if she ever wants any writing advice she only has to ask. So naturally it pains me deeply to have to report that this is a cracking, whole box of tissues, edge of your seat, emotionally wrenching page-turner of a read. The characters are perfect: both of them are real and fragile, and their struggle to come to terms with past hurt and move on from it is brilliantly drawn, as is the irresistible sexual tension between them. The story itself is actually pretty breathtaking in its simplicity and emotional logic, with a twist that I just know will make you gasp out loud (and thank me for reminding you to buy the tissues.)
Just don’t tell her I said so, OK?