Choc lit. An example;
Sally is devastated about her break up with her lawyer fiancé Adam, her job isn't going well and she's finding city living not what she expected it to be.
Leaving behind her close knit group of friends (the neurotic bestie, the ditzy bombshell and the token gay) she takes some time away from her hectic life and recent trauma and goes to stay in Tiggleton on the Whye, a quiet little hamlet consisting where luckily enough her kindly one deceased aunt lived in a beautiful cottage adjoining a chocolate shop. (Which is there for Sally to move into, no I don't understand either).
...Sally finds making chocolate therapeutic, reopens shop, meets local curmudgeonly but hot and single vet, locks horns a few times, goes to many many ceilidh evenings in pub with a band of eccentric locals who naturally all love her, friends visit and comment on how well she suits country life, how much weight she has lost, how glossy her hair is from country air, twists ankle in rainstorm, rescued by vet, admit feelings - kiss, falling out over misunderstanding, fiancé comes back on the scene, considers leaving chocolate shop, village woman has a word, Bingo the dog needs midnight surgery, Sally assists vet, kiss, love, chocolate etc etc...
And breathe, Choco-Shit for beginners.