Toffee Apple

This is not a lesbian book. Well, it is, but it isn't. Here's the blurb :

Mica is slow to learn about relationships. She gets it so wrong all the time. Why would you think you're gay, when you are clearly not gay? Who does this?!

Mica does.

'Your life is like one, long, European summer vacation!' her friends said.

This is true. Mica does spend a lot of time relocating and living in fun places.
London in the UK.
Nice in the South of France.
Sydney in Australia.
Fun, fun, fun.
More energy spent relocating means less energy spent looking inward. Because Mica has inherited her Central American mother's distrust of men, and she's reached adulthood having skipped the Romantic Relationships part. She is single. Really single. Always been single.

She wonders if she might be gay and she drinks her way into a gay relationship, then decides she isn't gay. But, she doesn't know how to end it. It's tricky. (It's not).Solution? Move to the South of France! Hurrah! Beach, baguettes, wine. Très bien, non ? No. The girlfriend follows. The result is Mica's entertaining struggle on the beaches of Nice with thoughts of 'Be an adult and just end it,' and 'Ah, what's the harm? Let's ride this out.'

All the time, Mica hides her 'girl friend' from her Central American black magic family in Australia because she's scared of being judged. They do find out when she's back in Australia however, and the results are surprising.

It is a long and very bumpy road towards self-acceptance for this 35-year old overthinking, overcomplicating, single woman! When is she going to get out of her own head, and get her man?!

The struggle is real. A journey towards acceptance of her body, men, her family, and her sexuality.

Written by a traveller for travellers. A funny and descriptive journey across England, France, and Australia. It's comedy, light romance, culture and travel story all in one. It's for anyone who's had one of those relationships where you think, 'Not sure what I was thinking there. Why do I do the things I do? When will I learn?'

Warning:
The author uses vivid descriptions. The reader may find themself craving red wine and thin-crust pizza in the South of France.

The book has British spelling, swear words, and Oh my Gods.