oh deary deary me. Tissue paper thin romance of a style that my granny would have loved. I do wonder what the readership for this style of novel might be nowadays.I'm not going to worry about spoilers, the plot (such as it is) is so telegraphed that you can pretty much imagine the end from the first 5 pages. Anyway, Chloe's a nurse & she starts work at a practice in a small midlands town in 1926. She's introduced to the Doctors and falls instantly, on no more basis than his green eyes, for Dr Adam Raven. After a string of polite dates and a rather impetuous kiss while acting a scene in the village play, they discuss the state of affairs. He doesn't declare his love, he says that his career is more important and the practice has a rule about fraternisation between colleagues (it is 1926). So she's about to get her heart broken and thus leaves for another post - not telling him where she's gone. They meet, he's an idiot, they part. Repeat 3 times. Finally, after getting the wrong end of the stick one more time, they do end up together. I'm not sure why she bothers with him, he's prone to jumping to unwarranted conclusions and sounds like a right selfish git. It all ends up beautifully happily ever after, and even the rival for Chloe's affections isn't really - although Adam is dense enough to get the wrong end of the stick over it. Hey ho. As I said, my granny would have loved it; for me nothing like enough dash, verve, gumption, plot, characterisation and, you know, story... OK is the best I can offer.