When a funeral director opens next door to her wedding chapel, Marla Jacobs declares war.
Who will win the battle for Beckleberry High Street?
Love phobic Marla Jacobs is horrified when a funeral parlour tries to open up next door to her Little White Wedding Chapel, and declares all out war. The chapel in the sleepy Shropshire countryside has been a national smash hit for the last few years, but the arrival of Gabriel Ryan's Funeral Parlour threatens everything.
She can picture the scene. Wedding limos fighting for space in the street with hearses. Brides bumping into widows. Wreaths instead of bouquets. And really, how many happy couples would run the risk of ending up with a party of sobbing relatives huddled in the back of their wedding photos?
Throw in the fact that Gabriel is off the scale gorgeous with his gypsy curls and irish lilt, and Marla is in all kinds of trouble. It infuriates her that he makes her stomach fizz and her throat desert dry - she spends half of her time hating him, and the other half wanting to rip the shirt off his back.
Factor in a motley crew of weird and wonderful local supporters, and the battle lines are drawn.
So... Team Marla, or Team Gabe?