I thoroughly enjoyed the prologue of this novella. It was well written and witty, and told of how an author received her inspiration for her next novel. However I found it all rather downhill after that.
The rest of the book is made up of the tale that the author wrote. I have to say that, for me, the writing lacked maturity, and I eventually gave up about halfway through. That was after I discovered a glaring error that I have found several American authors make when writing about the British.
Maddie, the heroine of the story, was in the process of setting up an English tea room and was trying out a blend of tea on her grandmother. She explained to her grandmother that the cream needed to be put into the cup before the tea was added. No, no, and a thousand times no! We do not put cream in our tea in the UK! It's always milk, never cream - cream is for coffee.
With this error and the fact that I was finding the story a bit of a drag I left it there. I would have liked to have found out the fictional author's own story though. Did she ever get together with the hunky UPS guy?