This was a weird novel. I checked it out because of the cutie on the cover and the whole baking thing (there’s apparently a newer, hotter cover on Cochet’s website). It ended up being an amnesia spy thriller romantic comedy serendipitous mash-up that mostly worked.
Joe owns a pie bakery in NYC and has a traumatic past and when he finds “Tom” knocked out in his garden with no memory, he takes him in and trusts that he’s not a crazy person who is going to kill him in his sleep and the story goes from there.
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I’m not sure how I haven’t gotten tired of these yet—I usually have by the third or fourth book—whatever it is I’m blaming coronavirus and the brain stupor. (I mean I’m not complaining I’m loving these, this is just an observation.)
I’m not even going to lie to you, there are three (definitely, because they’re already queued up, but maybe four, maybe more) coming to you back to back. And I won’t even pretend that I didn’t pick them because of the eye candy on the cover, I mean that’s why they’re there right? (I will diversify if I keep going into the series though—promise.)
This was a good story. It’s probably better than I’m giving it credit for, but that’s the way it goes when you read a lot of books.