Bridget Harris feeds the whole of Hartfell and never keeps a slice for herself.
A widow raising two boys alone in a Lake District village, she is the woman everyone leans on: the one with the casserole on the step the day the bad news lands, the one who mends the torn cuff and the torn week both, the one who copes. What nobody has ever thought to ask is who feeds the woman who feeds everyone.
Then Sam takes the cottage past the church. A widower, a builder, hopeless with a needle, and he keeps bringing Bridget his mending long after the buttons have run out of reasons. He fixes her broken door without being asked. He makes her somewhere to sit down. And he waits, patiently, at a heart she has kept shut for three years, because loving someone you can lose is exactly how she nearly came undone the first time.
Across one turning year, with a dead woman's recipes to bake from and a whole village that refuses to let her be as alone as she insists she wants to be, Bridget will have to learn the hardest thing she knows. Not how to give. She has always known how to give. How to be given to.
A Slice of Her Own is a warm, closed-door, slow-burn romance about grief, second chances, and the kind of small brave hope that grows back green over the same ground, year after year. Complete with fifteen home-bakeable recipes, from rock cakes to a wedding cake, so you can bake along in your own kitchen.
Set in the same beloved village as The Recipes That Brought Her Home.