My Review:Emily is happy with her life just as it is.
She has a career as a midwife that she loves . She enjoys living on her own as a single woman. But she also feels it’s time for a change and a spot of some sea air.
So when her best friend Rebecca asks whether she’d like to spend the summer cooking on a ‘puffer’ boat just off the Scottish coast, she jumps at the chance.
But she barely has time to get to grips with the galley before she finds herself with a lot on her plate.
Rebecca is heavily pregnant and is thrilled to have her friend on board doing most of the work. Then there’s Emily’s competitive and jealous kitchen assistant who thinks she should be head-cook, not Emily.
And there’s Alasdair, the handsome local doctor who Emily is desperately trying not to notice.
Because if she falls in love with him, as he appears to be falling for her, will she ever want her old life back again?
I am loving all of these re-releases of Katie Fforde's books! I think these are older book and that they've been given updated covers and are now coming out on kindle. You can read a recent review of one of these other re-releases HERE. But getting back to A Summer at Sea -- this one was so fun, so heart-warming! I loved the setting in Scotland and on the water in the 'puffer' (boat) and I really, really loved Alasdair -- the incredibly warm and HOT single-dad and doctor that provided swoon after swoon. This was just such a great story -- perfect for light summer reading: romantic, fun, not a trope you read in every other contemporary romance and just such a delight!
'So, do you want the job?' she asked when Emily had finished describing it.
'If it wasn't here, I'd love it!' said Emily. 'It'll be varied, I'd be learning lot of new stuff for the health visitor aspect of it. And I think they could learn a lot from me on the maternity side. But it is here.'
'And what's wrong with "here"?'
'Oh, Bec, you know! It's Alasdair! He's in every blade of grass and bell of heather. And sorry if that sounds like a cheesy song lyric. I'm not over him and if I was up here it would take me far longer to do it. I'd be constantly worrying that I was going to see him or yearning to see him. My head would be a mess. I need to go back home and find a man who wants children, who wants me! Not hanker after a man who never will want me.'