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The Riviera
Karen Aldous
The journey is only as good as its end…It’s been a hard journey, but Lizzie Lambert’s life is a Provençal dream come true. Her business is wildly successful, and with her little boy and the love of her life, Cal, she is making a beautiful home on the vineyard for their blended family.But when Cal goes to America to support his son through a teenage crisis, it becomes clear the kid’s not the only one with some growing up to do: Cal’s glamorous ex-wife wants to get her claws in him again. As Cal spends longer and longer away, Lizzie wonders, was it all too good to be true?Escape to Provence with Karen Aldous’ The Riviera, the perfect read for an idyllic summer. ‘A story of relationships, love and the importance of family, a romantic tale that leaves the reader with a glow.’ – Postcard Reviews‘I could have been lost in this book for months on end and I wouldn't have noticed the days slipping by…’ – Becca’s Books‘Light, easy to read and entertaining, perfect for a summer holiday read.’ – Portybelle‘A perfect book for these final summer days, to indulge in with a glass of wine or two.’ – Paris Baker (Amazon Reviewer)‘Escapism with more than a touch of reality…Karen Aldous is an author that you need on “auto order”!’ – Crooks on Books‘A great holiday read – quick, easy and entertaining!’ – Ginger Cat Blog
The journey is only as good as its end…
It’s been a hard journey, but Lizzie Lambert’s life is a Provençal dream come true. Her business is wildly successful, and with her little boy and the love of her life, Cal, she is making a beautiful home on the vineyard for their blended family.
But when Cal goes to America to support his son through a teenage crisis, it becomes clear the kid’s not the only one with some growing up to do: Cal’s glamorous ex-wife wants to get her claws in him again. As Cal spends longer and longer away, Lizzie wonders, was it all too good to be true?
Escape to Provence with Karen Aldous’The Riviera, the perfect read for an idyllic summer.
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2015
Copyright © Karen Aldous 2015
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E-book Edition © July 2015 ISBN: 9781474036504
Version date: 2018-09-19
KAREN ALDOUS
Inspired by novelists such as Jilly Cooper and Barbara Taylor Bradford, many moons ago, Karen never lost her passion for writing. It always got put on the back burner though with stories and articles fuelling the Aga rather than popped in the mail box. Gaining life experience and confidence has been crucial though, so she feels raising her three children along with being in the property and travel industries have not only brought material for her writing but have allowed her to indulge in her favourite pastimes.
Karen currently lives on the edge of the North Downs in Kent and owns a website design business so is able to use her skills and creativity but she craves nothing other than earning a living from writing romance. Her dream! Her friends call it Karen’s world, and why not? Her teachers always said she had an overactive imagination so it makes sense to put it to good use!
She still gets a kick from travelling and seeking that property bargain but her husband and family, particularly her three grandchildren, continue to steal her affections – along with Bertie, her golden lab. There’s barely enough time to go round, she admits, but their love and support never wavers and without them, and that from fellow writers at ‘The Write Place’ and the RNA, her aspirations may never have flourished!
Special thanks and best wishes to Lucy Gilmour, my Editor, Charlotte Mursell, Clio Cornish, Victoria Oundjian and all the wonderful Team at HQ Digital.
Thank you also to all the beautiful establishments featured in this book - you may not know it but you’ve provided my characters with some truly memorable moments to share with the readers.
To Glyn for your constant love and strength xx
Contents
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Title Page (#u06c2c2a5-d9da-530f-9c23-b2695d0f5a56)
Copyright (#ua872c3b4-323f-56a3-b9e7-b2a2f8704529)
Author Bio (#uf5293358-38c0-5f85-a392-cf65cb5b2a35)
Acknowledgement (#ubc702fa0-ff41-586b-a259-7ab2ac564ee1)
Dedication (#u408b0e75-3cf1-5ccb-9ca3-378363378f14)
Chapter 1 (#u931fd12d-fa3d-5c6d-89c5-2ee2aac5dac8)
Chapter 2 (#u4141355b-8007-501e-9c60-a64c6cbea660)
Chapter 3 (#u0d72c849-6dc4-5189-8681-d4b9170f2616)
Chapter 4 (#u3b387a25-3f78-5d55-be5a-39715923f807)
Chapter 5 (#u3712f156-40e3-5797-9a84-01ce9291fbae)
Chapter 6 (#u3d7efa0d-d48a-5033-91ea-495e08375062)
Chapter 7 (#u4eea2f9e-65d4-5f44-b2c0-6270f79f1061)
Chapter 8 (#uf2e14d9a-9fa7-57d1-b763-d626ee1449dd)
Chapter 9 (#u90cd5c2a-cc13-5955-b37d-9bf62eb2cda4)
Chapter 10 (#u187396d0-0d1b-5726-b0c8-902037ee52b3)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 24 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 25 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 26 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 27 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 28 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 29 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 30 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 31 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 32 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 33 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 34 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 35 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 36 (#litres_trial_promo)
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About the Publisher
Chapter 1 (#ulink_c124ccda-7058-5a82-9f4f-10ce8585fcdf)
Lizzie Lambert rushed from the bedroom tailing Cal McLaren. She had never seen him move so fast.
‘You admitted yourself you thought Kelly was a drama queen,’ Lizzie said.
‘It was you who said she was a drama queen.’ He charged across the living area to his laptop on the dining table and tossed Lizzie an accusing glance.
‘Yes, but you agreed,’ she said glaring at him. He was obviously concerned. This wasn’t the time to begin an argument. They’d not argued in the four months they’d been together. She peered down at her feet on the cool marble floor wishing she had grabbed her slippers.
‘OK, so usually she is,’ Cal conceded hauling out an iron-framed chair. Lizzie squeezed into the one beside him, her eyes roving over his taut body and approving of the pert bum snuggled into his CK briefs. She waited as he opened the laptop and hit the start button. He tapped his fingers on the table as the machine fired up. ‘Come on.’
‘What do you think the email means?’ Lizzie asked, scooping chestnut brown hair back with her fingers and tying it up loosely. Then realised the stupidity of her question.
‘I really don’t know. I want to check on here in case I’ve missed something on my phone screen,’ he told her entering his password and clicking a few times. ‘Oh come on.’ He scratched his head and checked the time. ‘It must be about six o’clock in the evening in Nantucket.’
‘Yes, I should think so,’ Lizzie said pausing to check her own phone. ‘Yes, it’s now ten after midnight.’
Faintly listening, Cal clicked once more at the brief email. ‘Here it is.’
Dad,
Please, please, come and get me. Take me away from this horrible town! I can’t talk about it here but come quick. I can’t stay.
Jack
‘Nothing else,’ he said catching his breath and scrolling his mouse down to check he’d not missed any other emails. ‘That was sent an hour ago. Shit. I’ll ring.’ He then quickly typed ‘On my way. Xxx’ and pressed send.
‘Bloody hell. He sounds desperate,’ Lizzie said gazing at dark-grey sumptuous eyes but observing a panic in them she’d rarely seen. Feeling the urge to hold him close, she covered his free trembling hand with hers, yearning to brush his dark hair with her fingers.
‘Yes, very. I need to go.’ He finished punching the screen on his phone and pushed back his chair, swiping his hand away as he stood. Lizzie’s eyes followed him as he mindlessly began pacing towards the full-length terrace doors and back, phone tight to his ear. She scampered to the kitchen and reached for the kettle. She stopped.
‘Kelly, it’s Cal, can I speak to Jack?’ he asked.
Lizzie remained still gripping the kettle in her hand. Teenagers were such vulnerable creatures. It didn’t make sense. Jack seemed so happy just two months ago when they visited him at the New Year. Cal’s brows, she observed, were joining up. She feared for him as his eyes turned steely hard and his face paled.
Cal signalled to the pen and Lizzie grabbed it at the ready and wrote down the number as he called out.
‘And you’ve no idea why he’s been quiet or hiding away?’ he snarled at Kelly. Lizzie saw his face scowl as his head shook.
Finishing the call, he picked up the bookmark and tapped in the long number. Lizzie followed his figure as he paced almost naked back and forth. Staying silent, she walked over and checked the door to Thierry and Marie-Claire’s rooms the other side of the living room. It was slightly ajar, so she gently pulled it to. Cal’s face was now almost white as he finished and hit the end button with his thumb.
