I had read and mildly enjoyed Caplin's first two little romances in this City Bakes series, so I pre-ordered this one. Caplin's stories are part cooking/baking adventure, part travelogue and part romance. In the first story the author took us to Copenhagen, in the second to Brooklyn, and now here we are in Paris.
Ah, Paris! The City of Love and Light! But sadly underused here. This story has the trademark baking that can make your mouth water if you're hungry, but it has only a smattering of sightseeing in Paris, and the romance, if you'll pardon my French, sucked.
It's one of those "girl has crushed on brother's best friend for years" and now, all grown up, is thrown into his world when she, newly unemployed, goes to Paris to help him out when he, an up-and-coming chef, breaks his leg badly. She has dreams of making it as a pastry chef some day, having given up on her dreams of becoming a chef because of an overwhelming disgust of and inability to work with raw meats, and sees a chance here to learn a bit from her former crush (okay, let's face it, her even-now crush).
But this guy treats her like dirt from the moment she arrives in Paris. Doesn't appreciate a thing she does. Overreacts to everything. It's always about him, him, him. He's a jerk, jerk, jerk. I do not care how much his leg hurts. Not an excuse for being unkind and inconsiderate. Jerk of the Year title goes to him without contest, in spite of all the other jerks I have encountered in other romances lately.
The only thing that makes life in Paris bearable for our heroine is the new friends she makes while there. Bonding with new acquaintances is something Caplin throws into all her books and she does a good job with it, if you like that kind of thing. I personally would prefer a bit more romance and a less self-centered hero in this particular entry. And that whole "best friends don't date each other's sisters" taboo, which I've never really understood, is used unconvincingly as an excuse for being a jerk here.