Autumn in the Vineyard
by Marina Adair
There’s always a girl. She’s either poor, or she’s lost all her money; she’s either alone, or she’s been disowned; she’s either socially incompetent, or she’s incited by her own humiliation. This time, it’s Frankie Baudouin and she wants to grow grapes on her own land and make wine. She wants to compete with the big boys. But she has to work with them — or at least one of them — in order to get what she wants. Readable, despite the author’s humiliation fetish.