At the famous Patisserie Clermont, a chance encounter with the owner's daughter has given one young man a glimpse into a life he never knew existed: of sweet cream and melted chocolate, golden caramel and powdered sugar, of pastry light as air. But it is not just the art of confectionery that holds him captive, and soon a forbidden love affair begins. Almost eighty years later, an academic discovers a hidden photograph of her grandfather as a young man with two people she has never seen before. Scrawled on the back of the picture are the words “Forgive me.” Unable to resist the mystery behind it, she begins to unravel the story of two star-crossed lovers and one irrevocable betrayal.
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In the dead of night, with blood on her hands, she made her escape.
"A novel of the south of France"--Jacket.
It is 1919, and the end of the war has not brought peace for Emeline Vane, alone at the heart of a depleted family.
glittered in a thin layer across the bottom, like frost. I drew my fingers through it, scraped up a scant pinch. Before the war, we'd used salt without ...
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Twenty years, seven letters, and one long-lost love of a lifetime At age 40, Samantha Verant's life is falling apart—she's jobless, in debt, and feeling stuck... until she stumbles upon seven old love letters from Jean-Luc, the sexy ...
1989. At the end of an idyllic summer holiday, four teenage girls swear to be 'blood sisters', sticking with one another through thick and thin, sharing their secrets come what may. 2005.
A tremendously vivid, page-turning and plausible novel that depicts the rise and fall of Anne Boleyn, the most spirited, independent and courageous of Henry’s queens, as viewed from both the bedrooms and the kitchens of the Tudor court.
In a medieval cookbook in a special-collections library, near-future London, jaded food and drink authority Nick Kippax finds an alluring stain next to a recipe for the mythical crandolin.