Jennifer Page

The Little Board Game Cafe

An irresistible story of love, friendship and the power of Games Night, perfect for fans of Holly Martin and Christie Barlow.
When Emily loses her job, house and boyfriend all within a matter of days, she's determined to turn a negative into a positive and follow her dream of running a small cafe in the gorgeous Yorkshire village of Rosegarth.
But she quickly finds she's bitten off more than she can chew when the 'popular' cafe she takes over turns out to secretly be a failing business. Emily desperately needs a way to turn things around, and help comes from the unlikeliest of places when she meets local board game-obsessed GP Ludek. But when a major chain coffee shop opens on the high street, Emily is forced to question if she'll ever be able to compete.
Has she risked everything on something destined to fail? Or can a playful twist, a homely welcome, and a sprinkle of love make Emily's cafe the destination she's always dreamed of?
'A heart-warming romance perfect for curling up with. I absolutely loved it' — Kitty Wilson
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  • Abigail Cronjehar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
    But first, the books.
  • Rita Piccicacacchihar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    You’re firing me? Seriously?’
    Emily slumped back in the chair and folded her arms.
    ‘I wouldn’t say firing, exactly.’ He pressed his hands together in a prayer-like pose under his chin and fixed her with a steely gaze. ‘With regret, I am making you redundant.’
    ‘With regret? That’s what Lord Sugar always says in The Apprentice, when he fires people.’
    ‘It isn’t personal. We’re having to let a few people go.’
    She stood up. ‘How? How can this not be personal?’
    ‘Do you think you could keep your voice down a little, please? We don’t want everyone to hear now, do we?’ He stood up too and walked past her to the windows that separated his private office from the rest of the open-plan area. She turned to watch as he closed the venetian blinds, obliterating the view of Annie from Accounts who was staring, open-mouthed. Annie would probably put a glass to the wall if she thought she could get away with it. Not that you needed a glass with these walls; they were paper-thin.
    He turned back to Emily, put a hand on
  • kiahtkehar citeretfor 7 timer siden
    In her imagination, she’d wandered the streets of Montmartre, sipped coffee in a tiny café beside the Seine and sniffed the lightly scented roses in the Jardin des Tuileries.

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