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Facing a crossroads-- both career and personal-- the youngest of the five Bennett Sisters, Elise, does what she does best: she runs away to think. This time she runs to a farm in Provence that produces heaven-scented lavender for oils. The area is famous for the beautiful purple flower, the symbol of this southern region of France. Her sisters are stumped. Elise never seemed like the farming type, or even gardening, for that matter. But she's signed up for a farm stay vacation, an idea she got from an unlikely source, the trophy wife of one of her law partners.
When she arrives, courtesy her older sister Merle who drives her to the Luberon from the Dordogne, she discovers she is the only guest at the picturesque family farm who is not a college student. The rest are all doing a French language exchange program and are 20 years younger than Elise, leaving her feeling like an outsider and wondering about her life choices. Not only is her judgment in men and careers awful, but she can't even plan a decent vacation.
Meanwhile in the Dordogne, Merle's niece, Willow, arrives for some R&R before she starts law school. But she brings a few surprises with her, a boyfriend plus Elise's fiancé. Or is it ex-fiancé? It will take several sisters-- and of course Pascal-- to unravel the facts as all descend on southern France for July in the heat and lavender.
Suspense, romance, intrigue, and humor as the summer heats up for the Bennett Sisters again. Another delicious adventure in international travel and cozy mystery as the Bennett Sisters fight their way to truth, justice, and a perhaps a summer fling, deep in the French countryside. A summer fling in France never hurt anyone, now did it?
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A few years ago I had a desire to see Provence from the ground up and booked a walking tour (similar to the Bennett Sisters in 'The Girl in the Empty Dress'.) It was a fabulous trip, seeing the backroads, small villages, hilltops, and plague walls of this beautiful region of southern France. Until the last day when it rained. It rarely rains in Provence in the summer, but this was April and it was foggy and wet. I slipped on a big slab of granite, having lost the trail markers and attempting to turn back to find them. Long story short: I broke my ankle. Luckily my intrepid hiking and traveling friend flagged down a yellow postal van and the kind driver gave us both a ride to the last hotel on the journey.
This experience did not dampen my love of Provence, which I hope shines through in this book. I didn't get to see the lavender in bloom, or do a farm stay like Elise, but they are on the bucket list for a future French adventure! Enjoy.
