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â⦠a lovely book, with a beautiful endingâ
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âI thoroughly enjoyed this book it had a sprinkling of festivity, a touch of romance and a glorious amount of mouth-watering baking! I donât think I have ever felt so hungry reading a fiction book before.â
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âIt was a beautiful read with the just right amount of festivities.â
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âThis was one of my first Christmas reads of 2014 and it was really good. Highly recommend this one!â
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âWith gorgeous descriptions of Paris, Christmas, copious amounts of delicious baking thatâll make your mouth water, and lots and lots of snow â what more could you ask for from a Christmas novel!â
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â⦠this book had me in tears by the end.â
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âI really enjoyed this book and I loved how it was more focused on a family love, rather than the heroine seeking out a man to help her get over the infidelity of her husband. By the time I finished the book, I got this real âFrozenâ vibe to it.â
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âWhatâs not to like about Christmas, Paris and baking?!â
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âJenny Oliver writes contemporary womenâs fiction which leaves you with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.â
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JENNY OLIVER wrote her first book on holiday when she was ten years old. Illustrated with cut-out supermodels from her sisterâs Vogue, it was an epic, sweeping love story not so loosely based on Dynasty.
Since then Jenny has gone on to get an English degree and a job in publishing thatâs taught her what it takes to write a novel (without the help of the supermodels). Nowadays, her inspiration comes from her love of all things vintage, a fascination with other peopleâs relationships and an unwavering belief in happy ever after! Follow her on Twitter @JenOliverBooks or take a look at her blog jennyoliverbooks.com.
The
Sunshine and Biscotti Club
Jenny Oliver
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2016
Copyright © Jenny Oliver 2016
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E-book Edition © June 2016 ISBN: 9781474045223
Version date: 2018-07-23
For guaranteed sunshine all holiday long, pack your bags and escape to The Sunshine and Biscotti Club â Tuscanyâs newest baking school!
As the church clock struck midnight, Libby Price was attempting to haul a double mattress up a flight of stairs on her own.
Now halfway up, the decision to begin the process was beyond regretful. The night was sweltering. The stairs were narrow. She was exhausted. But sheâd had to do something. Something that strained every part of her being, because otherwise she would have lain in her bed contemplating her afternoon.
Still she kept being plagued by visions of herself striding purposefully to the bottom of the endless garden. Seeing Jake lounging in one of the deckchairs. Legs up on the metal table, eyes half closed as they soaked up the sun, bottle of water in one hand, sweat trickling off his forehead.