‘My husband died.’

My new landlord sat back, surprised. ‘Accident?’

‘Duff heart. No one knew.’

He stared at me. ‘I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. That’s fucking terrible. If my wife died, I’d probably spend the rest of my life holed up in some cave in Azerbaijan, wallowing in misery and yak’s piss.’

‘Are there caves in Azerbaijan?’

He blinked, then grinned. ‘I have no fucking idea.’

After her husband’s sudden death, romance novelist Darrell Kincaid runs away to London. But grief has a habit of following you, and Darrell struggles to shake off the loneliness, and fear that she will never again find happiness and love. But slowly, she starts to gather people around her, and at least one of them will make her second-chance life very complicated indeed.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Absolutely brilliant”