At this time of year, I enjoy reading books that are just light easy reads. And this was a perfect short cozy mystery that is set during the Christmas season. I really enjoyed the main character, Emma Wild, and plan on reading more in this series. The author gave us a couple of suspects in the mu...
She’d agreed to meet up with Madeleine in a small café in the ninth arrondissement near Galeries Lafayette, where she was working that day. As Clémence and Madeleine chatted about their plan, Clémence went on Google Maps and saw that there was a crêperie across the street from the café, where sh...
She wore an emerald green wrap dress, courtesy of her designer friend Marcus Savin. It was simply the most comfortable dress she’d ever worn, with the silk-and-cotton blend soft to the touch. With a black Chanel clutch and basic black Louboutin heels, she was ready to mingle with the bourgeois. ...
I didn’t know if Chris was watching me walk away—I wasn’t about to turn around and look back—but if he was, I wanted to be out of his view as soon as possible. I paused just around the corner to see if I could hear footsteps following me. I couldn’t, but I didn’t know how likely it was that I wou...
I took a detour to the falls to clear my head, though. I’ve seen enough photos and sunsets or sunrises over the falls to last a lifetime, but that time of day when drivers don’t know whether to turn on or leave off their headlights just washes the world in soft blues. It’s nature’s own magic. &nb...
Standing stone still at the window, I felt a wave of sadness and guilt rush over me. Dare I look at the swinging thing to my right? It was a man. I knew it was. Without looking directly at it, I knew who it was. But I couldn’t bring myself to look. No. It wasn’t real, and ...
A study group of about sixteen young people came in all at once. They each wanted something different, and they took up just about every seat in the café. Once they left, the lunchtime rush came in. As soon as things started to slow down, Min and Amalia paid us a visit, wh...
Inspector Cyril St. Clair exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “I’m surprised to see you here.” Clémence crossed her arms and tried not to roll her eyes. “That was sarcasm, if you didn’t get that,” Cyril said. “Loud and cl...
She said that if the store wasn’t reopened by tomorrow, she’d have the country’s best lawyers down Cyril’s throat. She also threatened to bill him with the profit loss because there was no way any of her staff had anything to do with this. After she helped Caroline call and inform the customers ...
Clémence said. “He did it. He killed Nicole Blake.” “Who?” Cyril asked. “The director of this film,” Clémence said with exasperation. “He’s out there right now. This is his wife Cynthia. At first I thought it was her, but I just confirmed it was Chr...
At 26, Theo was working on his MBA. He knew about Arthur and Clémence’s relationship, and she’d met him on several occasions. Theo was a bit shorter than Arthur, but with a wider built. He had the same hair and eyes, while his face shape was rounder and his nose stronger. “Want a glass of wine?”...
If you’re in France, you will often see French people carrying these long, thin loaves home after work, often tucked under one arm. Making gourmet quality French baguettes at home is not as hard as you think. This recipe makes 2 large baguettes or 4 small ones Ingredients: 1/4 tsp. rapid rise y...
Aunt Astrid and I sat on my black picnic blanket in front of my parents’ graves. “I know, I know,” I said to the gravestones. “I’m early.” I turned to Aunt Astrid. “This suddenly got awkward.” “What do you mean?” “I mean…” I ...