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Bon Appetit: A Novel (French Twist #2) [Paperback]

By Sandra Byrd (Author)
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Lexi Stuart puts her life in Seattle on hold to work and attend school in Rambouillet, France, but must decide between staying there or returning to Seattle after a new romance begins with a French widower.

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Pastries, Paris and romance–Lexi's adventure has just begun!

Lexi Stuart is risking it all. Saying au revoir to the security of home, her job, and could-be boyfriend Dan, Lexi embarks on a culinary adventure in France to fulfill her life dream of becoming a pastry chef.

As she settles into her new home in the village of Presque le Chateau to study and work in a local bakery, her twenty-something optimism meets resistance in the seemingly crusty nature of the people and culture around her. Determined to gain her footing, she finds a church, meets a new friend, and makes the acquaintance of a child named Celine–as well as Celine's attractive, widowed father, Philippe. Even Patricia, the gruff pastry cook, shows a softer side as she mentors Lexi in the art of baking.

As Lexi lives her dream, the only thing she has to do is choose from the array in life's patisserie display window: her familiar home, friends, and family in Seattle or her new life in France. Lexi discovers that as she leans more on God the choices become a little clearer– and making them, well, c'est la vie!
“A wonderful follow-up to Let Them Eat Cake! I was caught up in Lexi's tug-of-war between her charmed life in France with its possibility of romance, and the pull to Seattle where her family and a very special man long for her return. What a perfect story for an evening by the fire or a day at the beach.” 
Deborah Raney, author of Remember to Forget and Leaving November

“Paris, French culture, and pastries loom prominent in Bon Appetit by Sandra Byrd, who writes with insight and authenticity about the life of an American student at a prestigious pastry academy.”
Ruth Axtell Morren, author of The Rogue's Redemption, The Healing Season, and Hearts in the Highlands

“Sandra Byrd does it again! If you want a book as sweet as carmelized sugar and as intriguing as a handsome stranger,  reach for Bon Appetit. Delicious and satisfying!”
Lyn Cote, author of the Texas Star of Destiny series

“Lexi is a delight, and one can't help rooting for her as she struggles to achieve professional success while seeking the perfect recipe for romantic bliss. Bon Appétit est très magnifique!
Trish Perry, author of Beach Dreams, Too Good to Be True, and The Guy I'm Not Dating

Bon Appetit captures the range of emotions and personal growth caused by cross-cultural experiences. It's a literary petit four–a tasty morsel that delights and makes you want another. Fantastique!
Meredith Efken, author of SAHM I Am and Play It Again, SAHM

“Sandra Byrd's Bon Appétit is a delicious tale to be savored. It will leave you wanting more. More pastry. . . more café. . . more chocolat. . .but best of all, more novels by Sandra Byrd.”
Stephanie Grace Whitson, author/speaker

“For a sumptuous taste of French culture without all the jet lag, get the next best thing by reading Bon Appetit. Not only does Sandra Byrd vividly paint the French landscape with loving detail, but the reader can't help rooting for Lexi as she navigates the oh-so-tricky waters of a new career, a burgeoning faith, and the trickiest endeavor of all, finding true love in the midst of it all. You'll enjoy every minute.”
Christa Ann Banister, author of Around the World in 80 Dates and Blessed Are the Meddlers

Bon Appetit had such a unique twist. I can't wait for the third!”
Erynn Mangum, author of Miss Match and Match Point

"In this sequel to Let Them Eat Cake, Byrd again entertains with descriptions of delectable food and, this time, with exquisite details of France as well. Foodies will delight in this novel, and anyone who adores romance will warm to the story. It's easy to identify with Lexi's struggle in life, because they mirror so much of what everyone experiences, no matter what their age."
-Romantic Times Book Reviews
Best-selling author Sandra Byrd enjoys a successful career writing adult, teen, and children's books, including the Friends for a Season, Secret Sisters series and the French Twist series, including the first Lexi Stuart novel, Let them Eat Cake. She is also a regular contributor to newspapers and magazines. Sandra lives in Washington state with her husband and two children.
Chapter One

How can a nation be great if its bread tastes like Kleenex?
-Julia Child

Living in France was my dream, and I was going to make it work. With that goal in mind, I waited nearly two hours to get my autorisation provisoire de travail, the temporary work permit that would allow me to take a job at the Delacroix bakery while I attended pastry school.

A bored-looking woman behind the counter beckoned me forward with her finger.

“I need to apply for the APT,” I said in fluent French, handing over my paperwork. I had a letter from Luc's uncle saying I would be working at two family bakeries in a neighboring village and town, the student resident permit Luc's mother had acquired for me, and a letter from L'École du Pâtisserie stating I was enrolled in their sixteen-week program from September through December.

“If you are a citizen of a European Union nation, you don't need this.” She flicked the papers back at me but paused to look at my identity card. “Lexi Stuart. What a strange name.”

“I'm an American.”

The room went quiet except for some muttering. I felt like shouting, Yes, an American. You know, the ones who saved you in World War II.

Instead, I forced a polite smile onto my face.

“You speak French,” the woman said, as if noticing for the first time.

I answered. “My permit, please?”

She moved incredibly slowly. Finally, having assembled and stamped all of my paperwork, she handed a card over the countertop. “You do know that you cannot work in France once you complete your school program? You'll have to go home.”

I shook my head. “I read that foreign workers are welcome in France.” The words dried up in my mouth.

“Welcome? Non. But they can be hired. If no one in the EU can be found to do the same job, that is. Of course, we don't have many bakers and pastry makers in France, so I am sure they'll make an exception for you.” She directed her sarcastic laugh more at the woman next to her than toward me. The second woman coughed out a laugh, but hers seemed half hearted rather than truly cruel.

“Here, Lexi,” she said, drawing out my name to make it sound like “Leaksie” before continuing. “Bon courage. I hope you enjoy your stay in France. This permit expires in six months.”

I left, slowly walking to the Rambouillet city center, and stood by myself at the train station, permit in my purse, shoulders drooping, sensible shoes on my feet. I slumped onto a bench.

I heard the arriving train announced in French, and the suave melody of the language reminded me. Lexi! You're in France. You're living in France. Your dream has come true. One cranky, ill-informed government worker does not a nation make.

In spite of everything, I was here. I was breathing French air, eating real French bread, meeting French people. Kind of. I grinned, remembering a joke I'd read before leaving Seattle a few weeks ago.

In European heaven, the British meet you at the door, the Germans orchestrate your schedule, the Spanish plan your entertainment, and the French prepare your food.

In European hell, however, the Spanish orchestrate your schedule, the Germans plan your entertainment, the British prepare your food, and the French will greet you at the door.

Considering my welcome thus far, I could assume I'd landed in European hell. All I needed to confirm it was an unorganized siesta and a plate of fish and chips followed by a lively reading of Goethe's Faust.

I decided not to worry. I'd make it work.

Thirty minutes later I got off the train and lifted my chin toward the sun. My village, Presque le Château, was perfect, a tiny jewel on the necklace of towns that encircled Paris. Old houses, tidily kept, lined the streets. The air was perfumed with the sweetness of orange blossoms and bitterness of orange zest. I trailed my hand along the low stone wall fronting the sidewalk. My fingers and heart tingled at the thought that hundreds of years before the United States was even a nation, some other young woman may have trailed her fingertips along this very wall, wondering what life held for her.

I called to a woman I passed on the street. She said, “Bonjour!” back to me. Would that exact woman show up to buy her baguette from me in a few days? In fact, that very woman may become a friend or end up buying baguettes that I make in a few months. Or ordering a birthday cake from me in a year! I loved that thought.

When Luc, my boss at the French bakery where I'd worked in Seattle, had first approached me with the idea of swapping places with his sister, I felt both excitement and anxiety. His family owned several bakeries in France and two in Seattle. As they expanded their business, the family members went back and forth between Seattle and France to get experience in both. Luc's sister was coming to the US to work in Seattle for six months or more. Would I be interested in taking her place in France?

Mais oui!

I arrived at Luc's maman's house and pushed open the black wrought-iron gate. Their big stone house was threaded with ivy, and the wooden shutters were flung open, letting in the mid-July sun. As I walked by, I squinted at the windows, unable to see in through the lace curtains. That's how the French were. Beautiful, stylish, but with a veil of privacy between you. Intimacy reserved. Since arriving a few days ago, I had not been invited into my host's house. I was starting to fear that what I'd heard was true: I'd never be invited anywhere personal while here.

Come on, Lexi. It's only been a few days.

I walked along the cobbled stone path that led to the cottage tucked behind the house. In the old days, it had housed the bread ovens. Luc's family had transformed it into a perfectly petite cottage for his sister. Now it was my home.

I opened the door and walked in. The front room was a tiny kitchen, complete with all appliances, and an eating area with a wooden table for two, painted mustard yellow. Beyond that was the smallest living room I'd ever seen. A fairy room, really, perfectly proportioned, with two soft, needlepoint chairs and footstools. I pushed open the windows and inhaled the pepper and spice of the red geraniums spilling over the window box.

I opened my laptop and logged into my e-mail. One new one from my mom, which made me laugh. She was getting ready to visit Italy and said she'd wave when she flew over France. That was it for new e-mail.

My finger hovered for a moment, indecisive. Then I clicked on an older e-mail I'd read several times already.

Hey Lexi,

I know we said good-bye in person last night, but I wanted
to send an e-mail to say one last thing. It's hard to believe
we've said good-bye for now. I keep thinking of things I want
to tell you, but I know living in France is your dream. I admire
you for working so hard to make your dream come true, and I
want to honor that. Have the time of your life, and keep in
touch from time to time. I want to hear what's happening.


Yours, Dan. But the tone was much cooler than the heat we'd felt when saying good-bye in person.

I resaved the e-mail, pushed back the unwelcome emotions it aroused, and shut down the computer. Then I went into my bedroom and kicked off my shoes. I lay on my bed and fell into the deep sleep of the recovering jet-lagged.

When the phone rang hours later, darkness had swallowed the house.

“Hello?” I said, fumbling for the phone and trying to get my bearings.

“Hi, Lex.” It was Tanya, my best friend from home.

“Oh. Hi.”

“Wow, I'm overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of that greeting,” she said.

I laughed. “Just waking up.” A slow warmth spread through me. It was good to hear from Tanya, but I'd hoped it would be someone else.

I took the phone with me as I went to close the windows, looking jealously at the twinkling lights in the “great house” where Luc's maman and papa lived. Chattering voices floated out of their windows despite the hour.

“Ready for work tomorrow?” Tanya asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Busy day, I think. It's the Fourteenth of July. French national holiday, like July Fourth.”

“Trial by fire.”

I agreed. “Lots of dishes to wash, I'm sure.”

“When do you start school?”

“Not till the beginning of September,” I said. “That'll give me plenty of time to make friends at the bakeries or in the village and figure out what I'm doing. I hope to make a couple friends to explore Paris with, and scope out what the future job market looks like.”

“It's really nice that they're paying for you to go to school while you're working there,” Tanya said. “They'll probably want you to stay on.”

“Yeah.” I hoped! “That's how I know they feel like I have a future here. Otherwise, they wouldn't be investing in me–the tuition and boarding costs.”

“Any word from Dan?” Tanya asked, her voice quiet.

“He e-mailed right after I left, and I e-mailed back. He's busy working on a case. His law firm has really cranked things up. And their softball season is in full swing.” I thought maybe you were him when you called.

“You guys decided there was no commitment, right? Since you were leaving and didn't know when–or if–you'd be back?”

“Yep. It was actually my idea. I wanted it to be open-ended since I didn't know what the future held.” At least, that's what I said I wanted.

“So it's okay as it is,” she said, softly. “I'd better go. Steve is taking me to the lake. We're jet-skiing with some other couples and want to scout the place out and swim a little first.”

“Oh,” I said. “Right.” We said our good-byes and hung up. I sighed and nibbled on a sandwich made from a crusty baguette of the most magnificent bread I'd ever tasted and some stinky cheese.

Then I laid out my uniform for the next day and set the alarm for three o'clock in the morning. It was really quiet, but I just lay there, wishing I could sleep.

When I did sleep, I dreamed Dan was jet-skiing with another woman, and Tanya and Steve knew and didn't tell me.

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Item Specifications...

Studio: WaterBrook Press
Pages   304
Est. Packaging Dimensions:   Length: 7.9" Width: 5.2" Height: 0.9"
Weight:   0.65 lbs.
Binding  Softcover
Release Date   Sep 16, 2008
Publisher   WaterBrook Press
Series  French Twist  
Series Number  2  
ISBN  1400073286  
ISBN13  9781400073283  

Availability  0 units.

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Register your artisan biography and upload your photo! Sandra Byrd is a prolific writer of fiction, including the popular Friends for a Season series for teens, and the bestselling Girls Like You and Secret Sisters series for young girls. She is a regular contributor to national Christian publications."" Before she began writing full time, Sandra worked in marketing, sales, and acquisitions for an educational publisher. She and her husband have two children, and make their home in Seattle, Washington.

Sandra Byrd currently resides in Portland, in the state of Oregon.

Sandra Byrd has published or released items in the following series...
  1. Daughters of Hampshire
  2. Friends for a Season
  3. London Confidential
  4. One Year

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Reviews - What do customers think about Bon Appetit: A Novel?

Bon Appetit  Mar 23, 2010
Came the first day of estimated delivery and was very neatly packaged. Amazing book, lots of twists and turns
Decent and refreshing  Oct 15, 2009
I love this series and highly recommend it for an enjoyable, decent, and pleasant read. A great role model for young women entering the work force and learning what it means to date, work and enjoy life as a young Christian. I also thought the storyline was realistic and even though I am not a baker, it sure made the job and travel sound interesting. The third book was even better than the first. This series was better with each book I read.
Great book  Sep 11, 2009
Book was addicting. Great flow. Easy read. Can't wait for her next to come out!
ENJOYABLE READ  Sep 11, 2009
I will not synopsis this book as it has already been done. A fantastic sequel to Let Them Eat Cake. All characters are charming as is the French locale. Fast, entertaining and enchanting. I look forward to the third and final series installment out very soon.
Sweet  Aug 22, 2009
This Christian Chick-lit novel is about what you'd expect from the genre--a quick sweet read, with a splash of romance and some religion thrown in. Lexi is from Seattle and works for a French family-owned bakery. They send her to France for a year to study at a famous culinary school, and to work in their bakery there. She leaves behind Dan, an attorney to whom she is beginning to become attached. While in France she becomes close to Phillipe, one of the owning family, and his young daughter. The resolution of that particular part of the plot has to wait until the next book in the series. We follow Lexi through her year of school and learn a little about French baking. The book even includes a few recipes. Besides French cooking, she learns about France and the French. She makes friends and tries to be a good Christian witness to these French folks who, though nominally Catholic, don't really practice any religion. She works her way through John's Gospel in the book and we read a few of her reflections on it, so I'd say that if religion in a book turns you off, there is probably enough of it here to do that.

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