Pub: Penguin UK
Secrets ripen and fester over a long sweltering summer in France . . . The annual grape harvest at the Cambon family’s magnificent vineyard is always a cause for celebration. But not this year. When an accident destroys the crop, leaving the estate facing ruin, Clarisse Cambon knows exactly who to blame – her daughter-in-law Jane. It’s just the latest incident in a decades-long feud whose origin both women have concealed from Luc, who struggles to keep his wife and mother on speaking terms. But is Luc the saint he appears to be? When tragedy strikes, Jane is thrown into doubt. What secrets has her husband been keeping? Forced to take charge of the ailing vineyard, Jane uncovers further proof that Luc may not be the man she fell in love with twenty years ago. And, worse still, she knows that her old enemy Clarisse is the only one who knows the truth . .
Oh to be Jane, living in a gorgeous Provencal farmhouse in France, with the smell of lavender and the crisp September air. I was transported to Les Cigales in an instant and there I stayed through the hate, the secrets and the tragedy of Carol Drinkwater’s wonderfully descriptive tale.
Littered with French words and beautifully penned, Jane and her husband Luc’s life is captured and the the reader cannot help but fall in love.
Family drama, loss and mystery, Jane needs to find out what her husband was hiding and who knows. Her mother in law Clarisse hates her and has a vile and unnecessary nature. But is she the only person who can help Jane??
I got so involved with this book and was sad when I finished it, I adore Carol’s books. She has a way of combining love and mystery along with her love of France that the reader cannot help but be totally absorbed.
For me it just doesn’t get any better.