Life is very busy at the moment but so glad to be back with this Blog tour Riviera by Karen Aldous and a sneaky preview. How exciting
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.
Karen Aldous – Author
Karen Aldous enjoys village life on the edge of the north-downs in Kent with easy access to the buzz of London. Not only does she love the passive pleasures of reading and writing, she also craves the more active pursuits with her family and friends such as walking, cycling and skiing especially when they involve food and wine!
Karen gets much of her inspiration from her travels and if she had to choose, France, Greece, Switzerland, Italy and Lake Tahoe in US would be her favourites. However, wherever she goes, she discovers a new character emerges in ‘Karen’s World’. She likes to write about strong independent women who can direct their own lives – but struggle to control them! And, of course there’s always a gorgeous hunk or two!
Leaving Cannes, they set off along the motorway towards the hills with a much better atmosphere amongst them. Figuratively and literally it was the calm after the storm. The overnight rain was still evident as the vehicle splashed through puddles and muddy spray peppered the windscreen. White clouds began emerging however, high and light, giving them hope of a brighter day. And, Lizzie hoped, family harmony restored. She silently squealed with joy; the reminder of that feeling she’d had in Nantucket as they’d driven around the island. There was something fulfilling about being a normal, happy family. A far cry from where she was just ten months ago.
Once off the motorway, the landscape became increasingly rural and rugged with undulations of green and grey tones. Fields were furnished with shooting crops and trees just bursting to bud. As the car ascended and twisted through tiny villages, signs of life bustled in bursts, like the blossoming cherry and almond trees. Lizzie also admired scatterings of wild flowers edging the road whilst, on the horizon, one by one the clouds vacated the sky leaving behind a soothing cornflower hue and a sunny vista.
‘This is beautiful. Are you excited, Cal?’ Lizzie asked breaking the silence.
‘I am. I’m glad you like it. Jack, are you impressed?’
‘It’s cool,’ Jack mumbled.
Thierry, peering up at Jack next to him echoed, ‘It’s cool.’
A spluttering of laughter filled the air. Even Jack’s face began to crack, Lizzie noted.
‘I just hope I can remember where it is. There’s a road we have to take on the left here somewhere,’ Cal said looking in his rear-view mirror and slowing down. ‘Ah, I think this is it. Yes, it’s up and to the right.’
Lizzie swallowed, her insides gurgled beyond excitement. Or was it apprehension? As Cal negotiated the narrow winding road, vines either side of her draped and tumbled down the gorge. Spectacular ochre villas with pools perched on ledges of differing levels with cypress trees sunken, then soaring around them. She suddenly felt she was embedded into a picture postcard. Cal turned the car to the right and it bounced along the track until it reached the other side of the gorge where, not only did it mirror the beautiful ledges of the other side, but the view stretched wider than the gorge and graduated down across the plateau and to the Côte d’Azur. Lizzie gasped letting out a ‘Wow’ then realised Cal had stopped the car. She looked back to the windscreen. In front of her was a building of sorts. She gasped, instantly grappling her chest. A Provençal manor house. Yes, it appeared somewhat bedraggled and neglected, she thought, but its charm was completely captivating.