Off Season: The Salt House

The season is over. There's one booking left. Claire Bennett was going to shut The Salt House this week. Drain the radiators, drink the leftover wine, and get through another Cornish winter the way she's got through the last four: alone, reliable, and not asking anyone for anything. At forty-five, with a body that's started keeping its own hours, she's stopped expecting to be looked at. She's fine with that. Mostly. >Dan is forty-seven, divorced, a cabinetmaker who fixes things without being asked and says exactly what he means. He came for the quiet. He didn't come for her. But the house is empty, the rain won't stop, and there's soup, and wine somebody left in September, and a rule Claire made about keeping to herself that she breaks by the second night. >It would have worked, if either of them had been telling the truth. Off Season is a frank, funny, explicit romance about a woman who decides, at forty-five, to want things: a heroine who says what she needs and a hero who listens, a village that keeps the minutes, and a body written the way bodies actually are. Hot flushes, cold feet, hospital corners and all. Book One of The Salt House. Five novellas, one Cornish guesthouse, and the people who come through the door in the months the brochures don't show. Contains explicit sexual content. For adult readers.