I'm a fan of Helen Walsh's books. She is down to earth, unafraid of life's intimate moments and although her earlier books are not quite decent sometimes, she seems to have changed the deliberate and obvious for a much more seamless and entertaining style. Not that the family she has invented for this book is in for an easy ride. They are on holiday in Mallorca, in a lovely villa with a pool. They have been to this villa several times and take possession with a sense of pleasure. The only problem is that Emma, who is fifteen, has managed to persuade her Dad to allow her new boyfriend, Nathan to come too, and from the very beginning Jenn senses that he likes her, perhaps more than he should.
Jenn feels guilty for her undercurrents of feeling for Nathan, who is seventeen, very good-looking, and personable. Greg, her husband is less taken, as you might expect. So far, so predictable, but Walsh is an excellent writer and she doesn't stick at the obvious. This is a very neat little tale, and it is only towards the end that you might begin to feel she has just about steered the action away from danger, but there is a fatal little flaw which is not given away for some time. There is a deliciously wicked denouement that you might have missed had you not been paying attention. Deserved perhaps, given the game Jenn and Nathan have been playing. Will she get herself out of her tight corner? I'm not saying.