Description
Amélie's plate isn't just full; it's a Thanksgiving feast at this point. Between her father's recent Alzheimer's diagnosis, keeping her family's inn afloat in North Hatley, tending to their lavender farm, and wrangling her teenage brother, she's busier than a bee. Enter Elliot Weston, heir to the Weston Corp (practically Canadian financial royalty), who saw dollar signs where Amélie saw rolling hills and quaint shops. His plan? wait for it... Buy the entire town and convert it into a prestigious golf course. Snore. One fateful (and slightly fermented) night, Ellio, bless his perfectly coiffed head, mistook her enthusiasm for his impending takeover for something, well, more seductive. He stumbled into Amélie's art studio, captivated by her paint-splattered passion. Amélie, ever the hostess, tried to be welcoming, but Elliot, his brain swimming in Sauvignon Blanc, saw a calculated move where there was only genuine warmth. What followed next shattered the trust Amélie had in the world. Months passed. A surprise blossomed within Amélie - a tiny life, a product of the misunderstanding. This unexpected blessing became her strength. Elliot, clueless about the life he'd unwittingly helped create, vanished, leaving Amélie to juggle motherhood and the town's dramatics solo. Vowing to focus on her family and her inn, Amélie swore off men - especially the big-city variety. That is, until a fancy Range Rover (looking like it just tangoed with a ditch) careened into the ditch next to her inn. A stranger, looking expensively unconscious, and decidedly out of place, lay slumped over the wheel. Could this be a karmic twist of fate, or just another headache Amélie didn't need?
Chapter 1
