“You don’t look like a health guru.”

Laura turned from the luggage-claim conveyor belt and looked down at the young Frenchwoman who had pronounced “guru” like it tickled her nose to say it.

“You are Laura Thacker, oui?”

“Yes,” Laura said, with a bit more snap than she’d wanted. She was exhausted from the flight and wanted nothing more than a hot bath, a bar of dark chocolate, and silk sheets. “And you are?”

“Marie Kinnard. I am from Maintenant Books. Paul asked me to take care of you while you are in France.”

Laura smiled. “Oh, of course.” Her tensed shoulders dropped from being ready to box to a relaxed half-guard. Paul, her agent, had contacted each major bookstore chain she’d be... Read More