She arrived with the wrong bag, no return ticket, and absolutely no intention of falling for the most infuriatingly competent man on the island.
Margot Bellamy is thirty-one, freshly unemployed, recently un-engaged, and in possession of a suitcase full of religious icons that do not belong to her.When the life she’d spent a decade building turns out to have been built on someone else’s dishonesty, she does the only logical thing: she follows a six-year-old postcard from her late grandmother to a tiny Greek island she can’t pronounce.
She is not expecting to stay.
She is definitely not expecting Alexios Stavros.
Lex runs Taverna Stavros with the quiet authority of a man who has thought about everything before he says it — which is fortunate, because he doesn’t say much.He corrects Margot’s napkin-folding. He provides laminated cards when he notices she’s been misinforming tourists about the recycling.He does not, she eventually realises, correct her Greek, which is a more devastating discovery than it has any right to be.
Eleven weeks. One accidental cat name. One overheard phone call that puts everything at risk. And a grandmother’s postcard that might have known something Margot is only beginning to understand.
One More Summer is a warm, witty British romcom about the specific joy of arriving somewhere — and the terrifying possibility that you might already be home.
