The book has left the building.
I seem to have been writing it forever, but in fact it's only four months -- not long by recent standards. But now Lady Rose (aka Annie) and George Saxon, with their hang-ups over Christmas and dysfunctional families, are my editor's problem. At least until it rebounds onto my desk with "fix this" stamped all over it.
Mine is part two of this duet, in which Lydia (aka Lady Rose) embarks on a week of pure luxury in a secluded resort.
Some hopes, Lydia...