The Ticklemore Tavern
Violet makes her own gin.
Logan Cassidy sells it in his pub, The Ticklemore Tavern.
It should have been a match made in heaven, especially since the pair of them fancy the socks off each other, and they are both young, free and single.
Logan’s mum, Marie, doesn’t think Violet is good enough for her son. No woman is, or ever will be. And when she becomes ill, Logan is torn between looking after his mum or following his heart.
However, neither Logan, nor Marie, has taken the sheer force of nature that is Violet into account. What Violet wants, Violet gets.
But maybe not this time, eh?
Liz Davies writes feel-good, light-hearted stories with a hefty dose of romance, a smattering of humour, and a great deal of love.
She’s married to her best friend, has one grown-up daughter, and when she isn’t scribbling away in the notepad she carries with her everywhere (just in case inspiration strikes), you’ll find her searching for that perfect pair of shoes. She loves to cook but isn’t very good at it, and loves to eat – she’s much better at that! Liz also enjoys walking (preferably on the flat), cycling (also on the flat), and lots of sitting around in the garden on warm, sunny days.
She currently lives with her family in Wales, but would ideally love to buy a camper van and travel the world in it.
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Oh my! Where have I been? How did I miss the previous books in the Ticklemore series? I LOVED The Ticklemore Tavern! So much. Fortunately it’s easily read as a stand-alone. That said, I shall look forward to checking out the other books in the series.
So, what exactly is so wonderful about The Ticklemore Tavern? By that, I mean the story, not the pub – which sounds amazing too. Well, putting aside the glorious gin concoctions that Violet makes, the story is one that hooks you like a soap opera. Both Violet and Logan are such likeable characters, and from the moment they meet, it’s impossible not to root for them. They have great chemistry that is infectious … until Logan’s mum, Marie, gets involved.
I understand (a wee, tiny bit) that she is worried about losing Logan, and that she feels no woman would ever be good enough for him, but when those headaches start, it’s blatantly obvious what she’s up to. And, Logan, bless him, won’t have a bad word said about his mum, and consequently the tell-tale signs go way over his head.
Thank Heavens for Hattie – who I know now to be the stalwart of Ticklemore’s residents – the mender of broken hearts, the fixer of all things wrong, and, unfortunately for Marie, the seer of fake illnesses. It doesn’t bear thinking what might have happened to Logan and Violet had this wise octogenarian not done what she does best and stepped into the fray between the loved-up couple and Marie.
The Ticklemore Tavern is a sweet, heart-warming story that really pulls you in. It’s a happy, feel-good read with plenty of inner turmoil and conflict to keep you turning the pages. And those Gin flavours – please tell me they are real!
I hope there’s more to come from Ticklemore, but in the meantime I’ll busy myself catching up with the author’s back catalogue.
Highly recommended for those seeking some respite from everyday issues. Grab a copy, a cup of tea (or gin!) and put your feet up in Ticklemore.