The Little Paris Patisserie: A heartwarming and feel good cosy romance - perfect for fans of Bake Off!
‘Irresistible’ Sunday Times bestseller Katie FfordeIn a cosy corner of Paris, a delicious little patisserie is just waiting to be discovered. And romance might just be on the menu…As the youngest of four, Nina Hadley has always had her big brothers telling her what to do. So, when she’s given the chance to move to Paris and help run a patisserie course, she can’t say au revoir quick enough!There’s just one problem: high-flying chef Sebastian Finlay is the owner of the patisserie. He’s also her brother Nick’s best friend – and the man she has secretly been in love with since forever.Amongst the mouth-wateringly delicious eclairs and delicate macaroons, Nina’s culinary creations aren’t the only tempting thing she’s working with…Readers love Julie Caplin:‘The crème de la crème of rom-com confection’ Mrs W Reviews‘I have found a little piece of myself in the story…a joy to read’ Kate McLaughlin Reviewer‘I loved this book…the slow building romance, the descriptions of the shop as it comes to life. When I finished it, I had an incredible urge to go bake something’ Sharon Redfern, Librarian‘Simply brilliant’ Nicola, Goodreads‘Another gem in this series’ Rachel’s Random Reads
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Table of Contents
Stamping her sore and tired feet on the gravelled surface to get some warmth into them, Nina looked at her phone for the ninety-fifth time in ten minutes, almost dropping it. Where the heck was Nick? Fifteen minutes late already and her fingers were about to snap off, adding to her general sense of misery. Standing here at the back entrance to the kitchens in the staff carpark, there was little protection from the biting wind whistling around the sandstone manor house and certainly none from the bleak thoughts in her head.
âHey Nina, are you sure you donât want a lift?â asked Marcela, one of the other waitresses, in her heavily accented voice, winding her car window down as she backed with some speed out of one of the spaces.
âNo.â She shook her head. âItâs alright thanks. My brotherâs on his way.â At least he had better be. Nina wished she was in the little steamed up car with Marcela and the other two staff members, and almost laughed at the rather annoying irony. Mum had insisted Nick pick her up so that sheâd know Nina was safe and here she was standing in a car park in the pitch black about to be completely on her own.
âOK then. See you in eight weeksâ time.â
âHa!â piped up a gloomy East European voice from the back seat â Tomas the sommelier, a perennial pessimist. âYou think the builders finish on schedule.â
A good-natured chorus shouted him down.
âSee you soon, Nina.â They all waved and shouted their goodbyes, Marcela winding the window back up as the ancient Polo roared away, as if she couldnât wait to escape the end of her shift and put up her feet. Which was exactly what Nina was hoping to do, if her brother ever got here.
At last she spotted the headlights speeding down the drive towards her. This had to be Nick. Nearly everyone else had gone. With a speedy gravel-crunching turn, the car pulled to a halt in front of Nina.
She yanked the door open.
âHi Sis. You been waiting long? Sorry, sheep emergency.â
âYes,â snapped Nina, scrambling in grateful for the heat of the car. âItâs bloody freezing out there. Iâll be so glad when my carâs fixed.â
âTell me about it. It took me all the way here to thaw out. Bloody sheep. There was a ewe stuck in the wire fencing up on the moor road. I had to stop and help the stupid creature.â
Was it really churlish to think that at least the sheep had a nice woolly coat while she was in a skirt and tights on a cold February evening?
âSo how was it? The last night,â asked Nick, leaning down and turning the radio off, which had been blaring football commentary at full blast. âAnd did your mate get a good send off?â
âFine. Bit sad as we all wonât see each other for a while due to the renovations. And Sukie will be in New York.â
âNew York. Thatâs a bit of a change.â
âSheâs a brilliant chef. Going places.â
âClearly. To New York. And whatâs everyone else doing?â
âThe regular staff are being redeployed and having lots of training.â
âSeems a bit unfair. Why not you?â
