This is how you know we muses (and Pegasus) post honest, unbiased reviews, folks:
There I was reading this lovely story, not remembering the title or author, but impressed with the writing and basking in extravagant descriptions of Parisian food, shopping, and architecture. I thought, “Wow, this book reminds me of Anita Hughes’ novels. Everything is so luxurious and magical. The romance is subtle, slow, and authentic.”
And I kept reading, enjoying the serendipitous meetings of Isabel and Alec. Balconies, cobblestones, gardens, restaurants. I loved the magic of the fortune teller and her adorable daughter. Mathieu was the PERFECT wingman, and Bettina the perfect wicked stepsister.
I just couldn’t get enough.
After a satisfying happily ever after I finally checked the title and author.
Christmas in Paris. Anita Hughes. BOOM.
Mais, oui, I should have known.
This is on my TBR list. Anita Hughes IS one of my favorite authors.
Mine too! I blame my kindle for me not remembering the title and author of this book. It’s not like I could turn my kindle over and see the cover. 😂