The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

Description

Product Description

“Beguiling . . . Longworth evokes the pleasures of France in delicious detail—great wine, delicious meals, and fine company.” —Publishers Weekly

When a scandalous author moves to the outskirts of Aix-en-Provence, Verlaque and Bonnet are called in to investigate whether he’s haunted by more than just his past, in this delightful new mystery from M. L. Longworth

Provençal Mystery Series #7

 
One hot summer night, Aix-en-Provence is aflutter with news that controversial author Valère Barbier, who once shared dinners with French presidents and all-night drinking bouts with rock stars, has moved into La Bastide Blanche, a grand house left empty for decades. But Valère’s ideas of a peaceful retirement are quickly dashed. Rambunctious neighborhood children, a fast-talking gossip of a housekeeper, and a rival novelist filter through the home at all hours of the day—and by night there are unseen visitors with more sinister intentions.

While Antoine Verlaque investigates Valère’s sordid history, his wife and partner, Marine Bonnet, questions why the estate was abandoned in the first place—and what they both find raises more questions than answers. Is Valère imagining the ethereal cries that fill the bastide at night? Is he losing his mind? Or have these ghosts returned from Valère’s checkered past to haunt him?

Review

Praise for The Secrets of the Bastide Blanche

“Reading the latest installment in M.L. Longworth’s Provençal Mystery series is my favorite way to relax. Full of gourmet meals, silky wines, and sumptuous homes, these cozy mysteries transport you to the south of France for significantly less than the cost of airfare. Perfect for the gourmands or francophiles in your life.” — Slate

“A fun and evocative mystery . . . best read beach-side with a glass of French wine in hand.” — Bustle

“Longworth’s stellar seventh Provençal mystery offers elegant prose and a juicy plot . . . rich with details of daily life in Aix-en-Provence . . . Francophiles will be enthralled.” — Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Longworth once again transports readers to the South of France, peppering the story with sensory details that bring the setting to life. Antoine and wife Marine are as delightful as ever, and the compelling mystery keeps you wanting more.” — Library Journal

“The strength of Longworth''s tale is its depiction of the good life in Provence.” — Kirkus


Praise for M. L. Longworth’s Provençal Mystery series
 
“The Verlaque and Bonnet mysteries . . . plunge you into a languid world of epicurean pleasures and good living.” —Eleanor Beardsley, NPR
 
“Beguiling . . . Longworth evokes the pleasures of France in delicious detail—great wine, delicious meals, and fine company.” — Publishers Weekly
 
“Longworth’s novels . . . are mysteries for foodies, with the plot providing a table upon which the enchanting meals and accompanying wines are served.” — Booklist


Praise for The Curse of La Fontaine


“Beguiling . . . Longworth evokes the pleasures of France in delicious detail—great wine, delicious meals, and fine company.” — Publishers Weekly

“Longworth confirms her long-standing lovebirds as Aix’s Nick and Nora; their pursuit of miscreants never interferes with their enjoyment of the good life.” — Kirkus Reviews

About the Author

M. L. Longworth has lived in Aix-en-Provence since 1997. She has written about the region for the  Washington Post, the  Times (London), the  Independent (London), and  Bon Appétit. She is the author of a bilingual collection of essays,  Une Américaine en Provence. She is married and has one daughter.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Chapter One

New York City, September 22, 2010

J ustin Wong grew up in New York City, but he had never walked its streets as quickly, nor with such intent, as he did that afternoon. He felt like he could fly. It had only been seven years since he graduated from the Liberal Studies department of NYU, and here he was, working at a major publishing house-even if he was a lowly associate editor-and about to meet one of the most famous authors in the world. Prix Goncourt 1982. Voted into France''s LŽgion d''honneur in 1986. Short-listed for a Nobel in 1987. Millions of sales and translated into forty-two languages. Justin stopped to catch his breath, with his hands on his hips and bending over slightly. Don''t blow it, he told himself. You have to get this deal tonight. Maybe then Mom and Dad will forgive you for not studying medicine.

He straightened up and looked at his reflection in a design shop''s window. Average height, slim, jet-black hair freshly cut, and new clothes purchased specially for that evening (chinos, a pressed white cotton shirt, and for added flair a blue-and-green-checkered waistcoat and blue brogues that were too expensive even on sale). Ready.

He turned at the Flatiron, and then slowed down as he got closer to East Twentieth Street. He knew this neighborhood well; he and a few buddies used to go to a cheap jazz club nearby. Not only his boss but also the publisher had met with Justin to decide on the evening''s venue. They chose a restaurant famous for its food and extensive French wine cellar. The writer was known for his love of wines and cigars. Justin liked both, but that wasn''t why he had been chosen for this meeting. The editor in chief or publisher could have easily gone instead. Justin had been singled out by the great writer himself, whose lawyer had written a letter to New York on very old-fashioned embossed letterhead. Justin walked slowly now-he was early-with a huge smile plastered on his face as he recalled part of the letter for the millionth time: "My client, Valre Barbier, would like to meet with Mr. Justin Wong, an employee of your esteemed publishing house. M Barbier will be in New York for three days in September. Merci beaucoup. Ma”tre Guillaume Matton, 15 avenue Hoche, 75008, Paris."

The letter surprised Justin as much as it did the publisher, who immediately called Justin into her office (They had never met; it was a big company). "Did you call Barbier''s lawyer, this Ma”tre Matton person?" she hollered, pacing the room. "How did he get your name? You can''t just contact world-renowned authors without your boss''s consent!" She was red in the face, almost as red as the Chanel jacket she wore. Justin looked at the floor, hiding his grin. He always laughed when he was terrified. He sat down in a leather chair, resting his sweating palms on his thighs. There had to be an explanation. Think. What connected him to this French writer? He had spent a year at NYU''s Paris campus, but he never even read Valre Barbier''s works while he was there. He had been too busy chasing French girls. Besides, Barbier had switched genres by then, infuriating his critics but gaining even more readers.

Clothilde had thought it a wild joke. "It looks so good on us!" she laughed over beers in the Latin Quarter. "We French are such snobs! And Valre Barbier has shoved it back in our Gallic faces!" She reached over and rubbed Justin''s cheek-that part he remembered vividly. "You are such a cute little New Yorker!" she said. "So cute I am going to take you back to my flat tonight!"

"Clothilde," he said aloud.

"What?" the publisher asked. "Who is Clothilde?"

"Clothilde is a French girl I met while studying in Paris," Justin began to explain. It was the only connection he could think of. "She was writing a thesis on Barbier."

"So what?" the published lashed out. "A lot of people have-at least until Barbier went off the rails."

"Clothilde actually met him and did some secretarial work for him. And she sent me a weird e-mail a few days ago. I didn''t understand-"

"Read it to me."

Justin pulled out his cell phone and scrolled down until he found the e-mail. He began reading, omitting the sexual banter at the beginning. " ''Justin, chŽri, you will soon need to brush up on your knowledge of French wine. Your career may depend upon it. Bisous!'' "

The publisher stopped pacing. "That''s Barbier all right. He once quizzed three separate publishers about wine before deciding which one to go with." She looked at her young editor. "Do you know French wines? I don''t drink."

Justin nodded.

She looked at her watch. "It''s evening now in Paris. Text or e-mail this Clothilde person. Ask her what''s going on." Justin ran through his contact list, amazed that he still had Clothilde''s cell number. He sent her a text, and while they waited, he cruised his Facebook page and saw that he and Clothilde were friends. She could have easily seen his employment status. She rarely posted photos or news, nor did he, but he read her latest status. She now worked for Canal Plus, one of the big French television and film companies. That didn''t surprise him.

In minutes his cell phone beeped. The publisher, who had been looking out at the Hudson River from her eleventh-floor window, swung around. Justin read Clothilde''s text, again omitting the sexual innuendo: " ''I''m still in contact with Valre Barbier, cher Justin. Ran into him the other day at work, and we had some mojitos together. Imagine! Mojitos avec Barbier! Sounds like a film title, n''est-ce pas? He told me he is unhappy with his publisher-a big competitor of yours-and I gave him your name. He wants to write another book, an autobiography! Voilˆ! I told him you love France.'' " Justin paused and said, "True . . . and I love his new books," then looked at the publisher and shook his head, grimacing. He silently finished reading the text: "La vie est belle. Ciao, darling! Trop cuuute!" The publisher meanwhile sat down and folded her hands on her desk. "Well, that''s that," she said. "Who''s to argue with the Great Man?" To Justin''s delight, she gave him permission to proceed. He got up and shook her hand, thanking her.

She returned his handshake and smiled. "I was silly as an undergraduate."

Justin looked at her, perplexed.

"I, too, did a year in Paris, but I didn''t have a love affair."

Justin was still grinning when he got to the restaurant. He looked at his watch-ten minutes early-opened the heavy glass door, and walked in. His publisher had booked the quietest table possible. Justin introduced himself to the hostess and followed her long legs as she led him through the nearly empty restaurant, to a table in its own snug room. The walls were painted a golden hue, the lighting was subdued, and wine bottles in wooden niches ran, floor to ceiling, around three sides of the room. It bothered Justin that the room wasn''t climate controlled, but perhaps these were cheap wines or bottles that sold easily. "There''s a curtain, if you need more privacy," the hostess said, pulling lightly at the beige velvet drapes on either side of the room''s entrance.

"Thank you," Justin said. "We''ll leave them open until my, um, acquaintance arrives." He had almost called Valre Barbier his friend. Too much hyperactive Clothilde influence. Trop cuuute! "He''s elderly, kind of. Sixtysomething. With thick white hair and a French accent."

The hostess nodded. "Would you like to drink something while you''re waiting?"

"Water, please." Justin coughed, realizing how nervous he was. "Sparkling." May as well go all out, he thought. It''s my first expense-account dinner.

"Forget the sparkling water," an accented voice sounded from behind the hostess. "Bring two glasses of your house champagne."

Justin quickly stood up, and the hostess coolly nodded to the Frenchman and walked away.

"The house champagne will be good, non?" Valre Barbier asked in perfect but accented English.

"Oui," Justin said, coughing again. "Il est trs bon."

"We can speak English," Barbier said. "I lived in New York for five years, to escape the French press after my infamous genre switch." He smiled. "How do you know that the house champagne is good?"

"I looked up the wine list before coming. It''s Drappier."

"Excellent!" Valre said. "You''ve done your . . . devoirs!"

"Homework. Yes, I hope so. Please, have a seat."

Valre Barbier sat down across from the editor. He was taken aback by his youth, but, then, Clothilde had said Justin Wong was a friend, so of course they must be roughly the same age. Almost thirty. Valre realized that he himself had done much by that age. "I like people over eighty and under thirty. One of my best friends in Aix-en-Provence is eleven years old. The ages in between are full of la merde! How old are you?"

"I''m twenty-nine," Justin said. "One year away from becoming une merde."

Valre slapped the table. "ƒnorme! Quel garon!"

Justin smiled, wondering if the author had been drinking before he came. But it didn''t matter. The hostess returned with two flutes of champagne. Valre reached over and swiftly plucked them from the platter. "Merci beaucoup!"

"Tell me, which of my books is your favorite?" Valre asked, lifting his flute to Justin''s and giving it a strong tap. "SantŽ!"

"Well," Justin began. "When I found out we were going to meet, I started reading An Honorable Man."

Valre leaned forward. "And are you finished?"

"Halfway."

"ƒnorme, ce garon. You won''t lie and say that you love all my books?"

"No," Justin replied.

Valre took a big gulp of champagne. "So why did you start with that one?"

"It was your first, and you wrote it when you were my age. Twenty-nine. Before you-"

"Before I became a shithead!" Valre yelled.

Justin smiled awkwardly; that wasn''t the way he had intended to finish the sentence. "Let''s get down to business," he said.

"NŽgociations? DŽjˆ?"

Justin laughed. "No, M Barbier. Let''s look at tonight''s menu and wine list."

Justin was careful not to argue too much about the wine. He was there to try to sign Valre Barbier as an author, not to show off his own knowledge. He had asked for the market list instead of the impressively thick reserve list, not wanting to spend all of the publishing houseÕs money. That was the way he had been raised. But he also surmised that one should be able to find a great wine at a reasonable price in such a good restaurant. He shared this second line of reasoning with Barbier, who was impressed and agreed. Valre silently thought that any other editor would have chosen from the reserve list. They agreed on a burgundy, a few years old, from Puligny-Montrachet.

"We''re showing off," Valre said. "Even if the price is good, eh?"

"I know," Justin agreed. "But I''ve never had it."

Valre laughed. The waiter, a young man with freckles and dark-red hair, walked in and announced the amuse-bouche, "Peekytoe crab in a cucumber roll," placing dishes in front of each diner, "with smoked corn chowder and a yellow-tomato sorbet with balsamic vinegar."

"Merci," Valre said as the waiter left. He leaned over to Justin and asked, "What is this peekytoe crab?"

"It''s all the rage in New York right now. It''s just an Atlantic crab whose legs curve inward."

Valre raised an eyebrow and said, "You seem to know a lot about food and wine. When I was your age, my books were selling, but I was still counting my centimes."

Justin smiled. "I like to read foodie magazines. But always on a full stomach."

Valre laughed, selected a spoon, and dipped it into the tomato sorbet. "Bon appŽtit."

"Same to you," Justin said. "I love the look of this sorbet. It''s like egg yolk."

"I was just thinking the same thing," Valre said. "It could almost be zabaglione. Very imaginative . . ."

Justin set down his spoon when he had finished and looked at Barbier. "I''ve read a lot about your life, but I have questions."

Valre set his own cutlery down and looked at the young man. "Go on."

Justin saw something in the writer''s eyes change. Up to now he had been a bon vivant, a man without a worry in the world. All of a sudden he looked older and more pensive. His large brown eyes narrowed, and a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

Justin said, "This ch‰teau you bought in Aix-en-Provence-"

"Bastide," Valre corrected. "La Bastide Blanche."

"Right. I''ve read a few articles about the fire and everything that happened this summer. I became a little obsessed by it."

"Tell me what you know," Valre said.

"Well, that the bastide burned down, and, no offense, that some people accused you-though that was never proven."

"No, it wasn''t proven."

"But you were there when it happened."

Valre nodded and began eating. "I can''t remember much from that night," he said. "They tell me I was yelling something about Agathe-"

"Your late wife."

"Right," Valre replied. "There was a time when Agathe was more famous than me. But only very briefly. Do you know anything about her?"

"Well," Justin began, "I know she was an artist, that you guys were married a long time, and that she died in 1988." He resisted using the word "mysteriously" after "died."

Valre smiled and picked up his wineglass. "Do you believe in ghosts, Justin?"

Was Barbier talking about Agathe? Justin rested his chin on his folded hands and tried to think of an honest reply that would also get Barbier talking. He now remembered reading that Barbier claimed the house was haunted on the night of the fire. "Yes. Yes I do," he answered. "I believe the dead prance around old buildings at night because they think they are still living there. When I was in high school we had to memorize a poem. I chose Shelley. All I can remember now is ''When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness.''"

"Night''s weird sounds . . . I couldn''t sleep at La Bastide," Valre said, sighing. "It was their busy time."

Justin asked, "Their busy time?"

"It''s a long story," Valre said, draining his champagne. "But we have all night. If I''m going to write one last book, my potential editor needs to hear, and believe in, my story. Are you up for it?"

"Oui, monsieur."

Chapter Two

New York City, September 22, 2010

Valre Begins His Story

A s its name implies, La Bastide Blanche had a stucco facade, painted white but cracked and peeling by the time I bought it. The house was perfectly symmetrical, as bastides usually are: a wooden front door-three feet across-in the center, flanked on each side by two tall windows. Above that were two windows in the same configuration, and over the front door another window, bigger than the others, with a Juliet balcony. A large B was woven into the balcony''s wrought-iron railing. The third story, not as tall as the other two, allowed room for five bull''s-eye windows, ovals set on their side rather than vertically. The red-tiled roof-obligatory in Provence-was a patchwork of new and old tiles, replaced over the centuries, each one a different shade of red, orange, and even yellow. Sometime in the future, I imagined, I would restucco the crumbling facade and paint it yellow; the shutters, a faded red, would be olive green.

Product information

Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Videos

Help others learn more about this product by uploading a video!
Upload video
Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Customers who bought this item also bought

Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Customer reviews

4.5 out of 54.5 out of 5
275 global ratings

Top reviews from the United States

Constant ReaderTop Contributor: Fantasy Books
3.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Better than some, Worse than some
Reviewed in the United States on May 19, 2018
This book is the seventh in a mystery series set in Provence. I read the first book, Death at the Chateau Bremont, years ago so it is largely forgotten. This book left me feeling lukewarm toward the series. I did not intentionally jump from Book 1 to Book 7 and that jump... See more
This book is the seventh in a mystery series set in Provence. I read the first book, Death at the Chateau Bremont, years ago so it is largely forgotten. This book left me feeling lukewarm toward the series. I did not intentionally jump from Book 1 to Book 7 and that jump may have been part of my problem. There were too many names and characters for me, but perhaps if I read the interim books more of the names would have been familiar. The story when a famous author, Valere Barbier, moves into a haunted house in the countryside outside of Aix-en-Provence. He has a storied past with great acclaim, big awards, a wife who died under mysterious circumstances years before and an unusual mid-career shift of genre. The town and the neighbors are welcoming even if they are slightly star-struck. Unfortunately the story is told to the reader at a later point in time. The set-up is that M. Barbier is in New York meeting with a very junior staff person at a publishing house over dinner. It is unimportant to the story that he has requested this particular junior person at the recommendation of a young French woman. This story telling device is tedious at times and it creates more distance between the reader and the events. The only purpose to the device seemed to be that it allowed the author to fill pages with descriptions of wines and the multi-course dinner. The chapters are headed with a location and date so that the reader knows whether it is the mystery in Provence or the dinner in New York. The mystery plot is also convoluted with elements of a ghost story, two contemporary crimes, and the re-opened investigation into the death of M. Barbier’s artist wife. This all left me cold. This mystery series is not one that I follow like those by Elly Griffiths, Mark Pryor, Jean Luc-Bannalec, Martin Walker, Cara Black, Louise Penny, Paul Doiron, or Anne Cleeves. It is not of the same caliber with their complex plots, characters that I care about, and well-developed sense of place. I have purchased another book in the series, Murder in the Rue Dumas, and I will read it to give the series another chance since I could not remember the first book and skipped over several. I am hoping that the other book will be better without the structure of this book.
10 people found this helpful
Helpful
Report
Publishing Professional
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Not as great as the others, but definitely worth the read
Reviewed in the United States on May 2, 2018
I have l loved this series since the very first book, and always preorder the latest book as soon as can, and eagerly await it''s arrival. I will put whatever else I am reading on hold to read these. They are slim and quick reads. This is the first time I am not able to... See more
I have l loved this series since the very first book, and always preorder the latest book as soon as can, and eagerly await it''s arrival. I will put whatever else I am reading on hold to read these. They are slim and quick reads.
This is the first time I am not able to give 5 stars to one of the books in the series. I just did not enjoy the back and forth between dates and situations. It wasn''t confusing. I just don''t think it was done very well, or helped the story very much.
This one just fell flat for me, but that''s ok, and I still can''t wait for the next installment in the series.
It is still very well written, and had me wanting to be in Aix eating and drinking with the characters. It, as all the books in the series, are so vivid that the surroundings are as much a part of the story as the plot itself. I would say in this one, the food, wine, geography were more important to me than the actual story.
8 people found this helpful
Helpful
Report
ACBdeR
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
A fascinating departure in form
Reviewed in the United States on February 26, 2020
I have enjoyed this series of mysteries set in Aix, especially the core characters. It has been written in the third person. This book, in a departure from its usual form, is told alternately in the first person (in New York) and in the third (in Aix). Interestingly,... See more
I have enjoyed this series of mysteries set in Aix, especially the core characters. It has been written in the third person. This book, in a departure from its usual form, is told alternately in the first person (in New York) and in the third (in Aix). Interestingly, there is a conversation about what writers discuss when they get together: form. As always, I found the characters to be engaging; I found the plot to be all the more gripping because plot points are revealed alternately by the character speaking in the first person and by the usual third-person method. I highly recommend this book.
Helpful
Report
Marilyn
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
An Excellent Mystery With A Strong Sense Of Place - The Provencal Region Of France
Reviewed in the United States on May 25, 2018
My attention was held from the very beginning. Even though the story got off to a rather slow start, it slowly and surely gathered speed and I could not wait to turn each page. In addition to the very interesting characters, the author gave a wonderful description of the... See more
My attention was held from the very beginning. Even though the story got off to a rather slow start, it slowly and surely gathered speed and I could not wait to turn each page. In addition to the very interesting characters, the author gave a wonderful description of the Provencal region of France - descriptions of the city and countryside, food, eating and drinking customs as well as the general way of life that made me feel as if I were actually there. A wonderful read.
One person found this helpful
Helpful
Report
B Andersen
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Great story to end Verlaque and Bonnet’s story
Reviewed in the United States on November 18, 2018
This was the best of the series. I am sad that Verlaque and Bonnet are being retired. I would love to have seen the type of father Verlaque would be. I missed Sylvie in this book but she was off on her own adventure. This was a great series. Too bad it’s over
One person found this helpful
Helpful
Report
Emory son
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Rate it A-
Reviewed in the United States on April 29, 2019
Have read all of these books. Not the best one but very interesting book and great characters. You learn to love the characters, of course. Also, the detailed descriptions of the French town and country side. Wonderful!
One person found this helpful
Helpful
Report
Deborah Woolridge
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Very enjoyable read
Reviewed in the United States on May 7, 2018
Love a ghost story. I so enjoy the mysteries of several themes that take place in this one and of course hearing about the next chapter in the lives of Marine and Verlaque. I enjoyed how this one was presented as a story within a story - two time periods within one year.... See more
Love a ghost story. I so enjoy the mysteries of several themes that take place in this one and of course hearing about the next chapter in the lives of Marine and Verlaque. I enjoyed how this one was presented as a story within a story - two time periods within one year. As this has some history set back to the 1700 I would have enjoyed more history about what Maine’s mother found even if made up or modifying history.
One person found this helpful
Helpful
Report
P. L. Smith
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Wonderful Series
Reviewed in the United States on September 24, 2021
Reading this book re-introduced to the delightful Aix-en-Provence series that I had forgotten about. I love it! Every other page is about food and/or wine --- oh, and there''s a mystery!
Helpful
Report

Top reviews from other countries

Scot
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Good read
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on April 8, 2021
Thoroughly enjoyable read. A well written story that keeps the reader wondering. A couple of small, footnotes there is, as suggested near the end of the book, no U.K. football team - each country that makes up the U.K. has their own team. Also laphroaig whisky is a Scottish...See more
Thoroughly enjoyable read. A well written story that keeps the reader wondering. A couple of small, footnotes there is, as suggested near the end of the book, no U.K. football team - each country that makes up the U.K. has their own team. Also laphroaig whisky is a Scottish whisky and therefore has no ‘e’.
Report
Anna
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Great read
Reviewed in Canada on October 28, 2018
I''m a huge fan of this series and would recommend them to everyone, especially those who have visited France and love French culture. While this story was certainly unique and engaging, there just wasn''t enough Verlaque and Bonnet in it for me - I grew impatient with the...See more
I''m a huge fan of this series and would recommend them to everyone, especially those who have visited France and love French culture. While this story was certainly unique and engaging, there just wasn''t enough Verlaque and Bonnet in it for me - I grew impatient with the narrative about the writer and the young publisher, and wished that we could have heard more about the characters that I have grown to love so much (and the food and wine that they indulge in). Hopefully there is more to come!
Report
SQUOZZIT
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Vintage Longworth
Reviewed in India on April 9, 2018
Absolutely lovely to read this latest instalment. May there be many more! This series is well worth collecting indeed. A rare talent!
Report
Paul Kenworthy
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
A different style for Verlaque and Bonet
Reviewed in Australia on May 5, 2019
The same personable cast, the same locale but a different style of storytelling. As with the rest of the books in the series this has a gentle pace with many twists. It’s a fitting piece in the Aix series.
Report
See all reviews
Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

Customers who viewed this item also viewed

Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

What other items do customers buy after viewing this item?

Brief content visible, double tap to read full content.
Full content visible, double tap to read brief content.

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale

The Secrets of the Bastide outlet sale Blanche (A Provençal high quality Mystery) sale