A raunchy, hard to put down story of a life rebuilt following heartbreak.. Isabella moves to a new town following her divorce to set up the Italian restaurant of her dreams . There she meets French restaurant owner, Etienne. Will it be entente cordiale?

I went into this thinking it would be a cute, spicy little detour….a rebound read, if you will.

I didn’t expect it to charm me so quietly. So fully. And yet, here I am, fully swept into the sun-warmed streets and slow-burn ache of this found family + friends-to-lovers + small town goodness.

Let’s talk about Isabella; fierce, focused, and freshly scorned. She isn’t here for love. She’s here to rebuild. To breathe. To do something for herself after London and heartbreak chewed her up. And honestly? I rooted for her with my whole chest.
She’s sharp-edged, soft-hearted, and the kind of female lead that doesn’t need saving—she just needs space to save herself. But then in walks Etienne…

Etienne is a menace, and I say that with love. All charm, confidence, and blue-eyed swagger—he had me rolling my eyes with Isabella at first, but oh, did he win me over. He’s not just some cocky chef across the square. He’s patient, present, and quietly aching too.

And the banter? Delicious.
The chemistry? Simmering.
The emotional payoff? Well earned.

This book had spice, yes, but it also had softness. Loneliness. Rebuilding.
It felt like slipping into a warm kitchen on a cold day, where someone’s just poured you a glass of wine and said, “Stay. You’re safe here.”

The romance unfolded slowly but confidently, with all my favourite tropes (forced proximity! found family! accidental late-night heart-to-hearts!) and the kind of emotional build that actually makes the heat mean something.

I loved the small-town setting—tight-knit, charming, full of food and gossip and how it gave Isabella not just romance, but community. Something about that hit harder than I expected.

If you like your romance warm but spicy, cozy but emotionally satisfying, All Mine is the kind of story you curl up with and find yourself unexpectedly sighing over.

It's not just about falling for the guy next door, it's about trusting that your heart knows how to heal. Even when it’s been shattered. Even when you swore you wouldn’t let anyone back in.

And Etienne? He’s worth the risk.
(Isabella, babe, I would've broken that no-men rule too. Don’t blame you one bit.)