âTis the season for second chances â¦
Serena Hunter loves her new life in the sleepy Devonshire countryside! Itâs a world away from her crazy past as the wife of American bad boy rock star, Ritchie Dangerfield.
Now she spends her days making delicious chocolate using milk from the local dairy and she finally feels that everything is back on track. That is, until her handsome ex-husband arrives in the village to win her back â¦
Away from the limelight, Serena gets to know Ritchie all over again and wonders if maybe a second chance at love is the Christmas miracle sheâd been dreaming of all along?
A fabulously festive read to curl up with this Christmas. Perfect for fans of Caroline Roberts, Cathy Bramley and Heidi Swain.
To you. Yes, you. You reading this. Thank you. So much. Itâs a constant source of surprise and joy to think that someone I have never met would take the time to read something I wrote. Thank you for taking a chance on the residents of Rabbits Leap.
Laura Hancox â Iâm so glad my cousin brought you to stay with us. Youâre an absolute gem, and I thank you for taking the time to set me straight on milking practices and to all my farming questions. Your animals are lucky to have you, as am I.
Writing can be a lonely experience, which makes me incredibly grateful for my team of cheerleaders who urge me to keep going, and to never stop. Merilyn, not only are you the best boss EVER, youâre a dear friend who gives the best advice. Susie Frame - you give the best pep talks, and are one of the most generous and kind souls Iâve ever met. Natalie Gillespie â can you imagine how Kiwi my books would sound if it werenât for you? Aaron aka The Husband â your faith in me amazes me. Thank you.
Lastly, but never least - because a good editor is to be treasured, and Iâve been lucky to work with great ones â I canât thank Rayha Rose and Charlotte Mursell enough. At times this felt like the never-ending book, but your kindness, support and wisdom got me there in the end.
CHAPTER ONE
One more day. One more sleep. Her dream was so close she could almost taste it. She could certainly smell itâ¦
Calm swept over Serena as she worked the solid nibs into the melted chocolate. The two meeting, melting, blending together. The decadent aroma â rich, sweet, with a hint of bitterness â steadying her mind. Centring her. Reminding her of all sheâd achieved, all she still planned to achieve.
Increasing the pace of her stirring, Serena scanned the ingredients before her. Dried cherries. Miniature white marshmallows. Pistachio nuts. All soon to be married with the dark chocolate, cooled down, and turned into Christmas rocky road, then bagged and sold tomorrow when she opened the doors of her very own chocolate shop.
Finally. She allowed herself a small smile. Her whole life sheâd been trying to find out who she was, what drove her, how she fit into the world. Sheâd left Rabbits Leap as a teenager to seek adventure, excitement â a life opposite to in the one she led at home. And the life she had sought out, sheâd experienced in spades. Yet here she was, back home, in the village sheâd been so desperate to leave, happier than ever.
At least thatâs what she repeated to herself every moment the gloom set in, threatening to derail her plans. Threatening to send her running back to the person who sheâd devoted herself to for so many years, probably only to realise the devotion was one-sided.
Happier than ever.
An automated alert â high-pitched and cheerful â rang through the air, punctuating her point.
Another online order. Another customer wanting to indulge in the artisan range of chocolates sheâd spent hours dreaming up, concocting, then perfecting. Proof sheâd made the right decision to leave Ritchie, to return to Rabbits Leap, to start afresh.
Now she just had to prove that to those who doubted her. Those? More like âsheâ. Her mother had barely spoken to her since sheâd announced sheâd leased the old milkshake shop and the rooms above, and was leaving the family farm to pursue her dream as a chocolatier.
Their relationship, rocky at best, was at an all-time low.
âHello? Anyone here?â
The throaty tones sheâd known so intimately for a decade filled the shopâs front room and drifted into the kitchen.
Serenaâs heart slammed against her ribcage, shattering her sense of calm. That couldnât be the voice she thought it was. That voice was meant to be in a recording studio. On the other side of the world.