The Chocolate Kiss (Amour et Chocolat #2) by Laura Florand

via Goodreads

Rated it: 5 stars    Recommend it to: 18 and above. People who liked The Chocolate Thief, and chocolaty romance.

GR blurb

The Heart of Paris

Welcome to La Maison des Sorcieres. Where the window display is an enchanted forest of sweets, a collection of conical hats delights the eye and the habitues nibble chocolate witches from fanciful mismatched china. While in their tiny blue kitchen, Magalie Chaudron and her two aunts stir wishes into bubbling pots of heavenly chocolat chaud.

But no amount of wishing will rid them of interloper Philippe Lyonnais, who has the gall to open one of his world famous pastry shops right down the street. Philippe’s creations seem to hold a magic of their own, drawing crowds of beautiful women to their little isle amidst the Seine, and tempting even Magalie to venture out of her ivory tower and take a chance, a taste…a kiss.

Parisian princesses, chocolate witches, patissier princes and sweet wishes—an enchanting tale of amour et chocolat.

My take on the cake

How do I even begin? Magalie has trust issues that stemmed from her uprooted childhood of continent hopping due to her parents’ complicated love. Now all grown up, she’s her aunts’ protégé and sole heir to their charmingly delicious shop, La Maison des Sorcieres, stirring her sweet concoctions of dark hot chocolate thrice and a good wish for the sipper, unaware that there was magic in her mindless ritual. There on her little island just outside the bustling city of Paris is where she’s felt truly at home in a long time.

Enter Philippe Lyonnais, le Prince des Pâtissiers (which I’ll hazzard a guess means Prince of Pastries). He’s opening a new branch of his world renowned pastry shop. Magalie goes on the defensive, threatened by his presence on her territory, her future, since his very presence there can put her out of business. I believe that the fear of losing their shop means she’s going to be losing her place, her center, her only anchor. This panic inside of her blinds her to the man who Phillipe is. Okay, he can be arrogant, righteously so in his opinion. He didn’t go there specifically to  snuff them out but he doesn’t see why he shouldn’t be where he wants to be. After all, Paris was his.

They both longed for someone to love, only that she’s reluctant as hell and he’s more open to the prospect of love. Nothing was rushed, nor was it lagging much. But did I mention his arrogance? She calls him on it almost every time but then takes it upon herself to label him as ‘spoiled’, which wasn’t entirely true as he explained to her. Like Magalie, he had the passion for all that was devilment to the palate. They were meant to be, but first they must learn to control the sparks they sent flying, instead of burning each other, they could stir a love so true under that blaze of theirs.

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Picture and Write: Lured

Finally, I’m back on Picture it and Write! and not surprisingly to those who read my stuff, this is a lengthy one. This is last week’s entry, and it gives you a peek at the other side of these magnificent structures, often romantic but seldom seen as sinister. I had fun with this one, I hope you do too!

via Ermilia Blog

The fluorescent bulb began its frantic flickering dance over two hours ago and was now taking a toll on my dusty eyes. Lifting my gaze up from the stacks of bills perched precariously along the edge of the desk’s age old surface. I did a full body stretch tilting the chair along with me, managing just barely not to tip it over. By the looks of it, this is the newest addition of furniture to the office in years. Fredrick gave a new meaning to frugality, and it’s beyond me how he intends to ‘start fresh’ and ‘renovate’.

An impulsive shout of laughter escaped my mouth recalling his animated speech in the lunchroom yesterday and his flat refusal to invest in a new stapler after, but I don’t care, Mrs. Uptight and Womanly wasn’t in today. I heard a rustling sound above my head. Chester, a smile crept along my lips. He was the resident time keeper, and apparently found me amusing. I wonder how many people the old coo-coo clock, perched on the topmost shelf Chester called home, had seen hunched over indecipherable handwriting that somehow managed to pass for legit receipts. Everyday I am losing faith in people, if they can’t write a darn how can I trust anyone, I’m weird that way I guess.

Without a warning there was an almighty crash outside and I ended up on the floor anyway. Gingerly, I stood up and made sure nothing seriously injured and it was no laughing matter. Little Jimmy popped a knee cap last week just by carting up a refill for the water dispenser, but then, it was widely agreed upon that ‘little’ Jimmy need to go on a diet. With everything intact I padded bare foot to the window and was greeted with great swirling clouds, dark phantoms against the twilit sky as if someone was stirring an electric concoction for a malady unknown. The impending storm came out of the blue as its often expected but there was something in the air, something other.

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Young girl in love

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She’s just a girl

Never been in love

So badly wants to feel its embrace

But what lies in her chest

Is a heart hardened by the tales and

Thoughts of heartbreak and heartache

Not naive as to think that a prince will

Find her someday, somewhere

And have a happily ever after

For she knows the world doesn’t work that way

All she does is dream from a distance

And hopes her forever-love comes her way

Someday

© Devina S.

I had originally posted this on Poet’s Corner.

Picture Via thoughtsofalonelyblogger.blogspot.com

Love opens our eyes

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Love is not blind, how can that be?

When it opens your eyes and gifts you

The boon of seeing the extraordinary in the mundane

The ripple in the puddle is the echo of a heartbeat

The bone-dry orangy-red leaves cartwheeling in the fall air is a sweet kiss

The fluffy white clouds wondering in their lethargic grace

Are dreams above your head

The crack in the wall is a flaw in him you accept without a blink

The humid summer air is a soft lingering caress

The blank book is your love story to be written

The blooming flower is the passion burning from within.

If this is what being blind in love is

Then I shall embrace this darkness with open arms

With my eyes widely closed

And see.

-Devina

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For those of you amongst the incurably curious, I’ve never been in love only in infatuation, haha :)

Quote: Andy1076

What love defines..what love gives..

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”Love is fair and does not judge.. it does not waiver and does not fade..it is defined only by our feelings alone..no love is ever the same again..it is a journey through fire of love and the cold of loneliness..that brings us together to where we are now..in each other’s loving embrace..”

-Andy1076

Andy is a friend of mine on the net and he continues to amaze me with his work on My Story to You and you can learn a little about him here. I’ll be featuring some of his stuff from time to time.