Maybe we can all satisfy our yearnings for France, until we get there again.
I started a book called The Chocolate Thief by Laura Florand. What could be better than a book about France and chocolate? I don't usually read romance, and I didn't even realize that it was. I just saw the photo of the Eiffel Tower and the word chocolate and snapped it up. The beginning was a little off putting, but the descriptions of Paris and of chocolate are making me hungry and giving me wanderlust to visit France again.
Here's a snippet:
In the shop, an elegant blonde whose every movement spoke of wealth and privilege was buying a box of his chocolates, unable to resist biting into one before she left the shop. He could see her through the glass window that allowed visitors a glimpse of the way artisan chocolate was made. He saw her perfect teeth sink into the thumbnail-sized chocolate and knew exactly the way the shell yielded with a delicate resistance, the way the ganache inside melted on her tongue, the pleasure that ran through her body.
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