Sometimes life just takes the biscuit…
Abby Spencer knows she can come across as an airhead – she talks too much and is a bit of a klutz – but there’s more to her than that. Though she sacrificed her career to help raise her sisters, a job interview at biscuit company Crumbs could finally be her chance to shine. That’s until she hurries in
late wearing a shirt covered in rusk crumbs, courtesy of her baby nephew, and trips over her
Managing director Douglas Faulkner isn’t sure what to make of Abby Spencer with her Bambi eyes,
tousled hair and ability to say more in the half-hour interview than he manages in a day. All he knows is she’s a breath of fresh air and could bring a new lease of life to the stale corporate world of Crumbs. To his life too, if he’d let her.
But Doug’s harbouring a secret. He’s not the man she thinks he is…
Oh Crumbs is sweet vanilla escapism. It’s nicely paced and doesn’t stagnate, or even really meander. I enjoyed the dual perspectives – you’re never really left guessing how Doug or Abby are feeling, which makes for a nicely rounded story. I would have liked a little more sass in parts, and more from Doug’s sisters. Secondary characters perhaps, but you got much more of a feeling Abby’s sister’s personalities, and it would have been great to have learnt a little more about Doug’s, too, if nothing more than for the complete juxtaposition of their lives and upbringings. Still, I found myself cheerleading everyone by the end, especially the Faulkner Matriarch. There’s more to her than meets the eye.
All in, I liked Oh Crumbs. It would make a nice poolside read, probably doable in one sitting if you have the time. You don’t have to think too much about it, it’s not complicated to keep up with, and it’s benign and sweet, sort of like a custard cream or one of those sugary Nice biscuits.
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About the Author
A former pharmacist, I’m now a medical writer who also writes romance. Some days a racing heart is a medical condition, others it’s the reaction to a hunky hero.
With two teenage boys and a husband who asks every Valentine’s Day whether he has to buy a card (yes, he does), any romance is all in my head. Then again, his unstinting support of my career change proves love isn’t always about hearts and flowers – and heroes come in many disguises.
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