This was a very readable and enjoyable romance. It is at times light hearted, other times humorous, then quite serious and tugging at your heart strings - and then it all gets a bit explicit, oooh-er! (but only a little bit.)
Two men and two women, all at times married, find themselves variously separated, divorced or just isolated in their marriages. They all meet up in a village in Devon - one of them is a world famous artist, one is an interior designer in hiding, one is a stone mason, and another is a GP.
Veronica Henry obviously has a real feeling for this part of the world and writes about it vividly. The local characters, for example those in the pub, really come to life. The plot had quite a few twists and turns, enough to keep me occupied in trying to guess the final outcomes.
My only quibble is that someone seems to have decided to make this into a Christmas book (hence the snow on the front cover) and all of a sudden, the characters are planning Christmas, which just feels a bit forced and unrelated to other events. Maybe there's some kind of publishing rule that all the rom-coms at this time of year have to be glittery and snowy...