Liv’s furious – but you’d never know. As morning TV’s go-to relationship therapist, she’s built herself a no-nonsense, easy-breezy reputation. But when she’s caught on video having a tiramisu-fuelled meltdown, she goes viral for all the wrong reasons. Suddenly everyone knows that the woman whose mantra is ‘keep calm and carry a condom’ can’t keep her cool. Her boss gives her an ultimatum: anger management or unemployment. It should be simple, just six sessions stand between Liv and her old life. The problem is her therapist, Edward, who's insufferably perceptive and, worse still . . . devastatingly hot. "Babe can you pick the spoon down? … … No, because I ordered the tiramisu and I'm going to eat it. You can dump me but you can't stop me eating my pudding." In the past, I’ve described Lucy Vines writing as a literary version of nightclub bathroom conversation with new girlfriends but with added sparkle and I stand by my statement. Liv just had a very public, vi...