Escape is the promise, and the title makes no secret of it. Kate Forster’s Perfect books belong to the branch of romance that offers a change of scenery alongside the love story, and The Perfect Retreat puts the entire proposition on the cover.
Retreat fiction has its own quiet rules. Somebody leaves a life that has stopped working, arrives somewhere with better light and worse plumbing, and is remade by the place and the people in it. Done carelessly it is wallpaper. Done well, and at nearly ten hours there is time to do it well, it becomes genuinely restorative reading, which is a harder thing to write than cynics tend to allow.
What we know here is what the books show, and they are not asking to be read as anything other than pleasure.