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Pièce de résistance : a novel / Sandra Byrd.

By: Material type: TextTextSeries: Byrd, Sandra. French twist ; 3.Publication details: Colorado Springs, Colo. : WaterBrook Press, c2009.Description: 291 pages ; 21 cmContent type:
  • text
Media type:
  • unmediated
Carrier type:
  • volume
ISBN:
  • 9781400073290
Subject(s): Genre/Form: LOC classification:
  • PS3552.Y678 P54 2009
Summary: Having earned her chef's hat, Lexi Stuart finds life unexpectedly complicated in her hometown of Seattle. She learns that she must trust the dreams in her heart and the God who put them there.
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Item type Current library Collection Call number Copy number Status Date due Barcode Item holds
Fiction Davis (Central) Library Fiction Collection Fiction Collection BYR 1 Available T00534151
Total holds: 0

Enhanced descriptions from Syndetics:

Having earned her chef's hat, Lexi Stuart bids au revoir to her glamorous and deliciously satisfying pastry mentorship outside of Paris and returns to her hometown of Seattle, Washington. There, she finds life unexpectedly complicated.

She's put in charge of a high-end catering bakery called Bijoux, which should be her dream job, but there's a catch: She has to make this lavish bakery into a successful business in just a few, short months, which will require more than her ability to make an amazing wedding cake. In over her head and at a loss for creative marketing ideas, Lexi isn't sure what the recipe for success needs to be.

Stir in a complicated relationship with her French beau Philippe and his daughter, Celine, then add a dash of romance with down-to-earth lawyer Dan, and life suddenly contains more ooh la la than Lexi can handle.

With the fate of her career and her love life hanging by a thread, the phrase "piece of cake" has never been more daunting. Lexi learns that she must trust the dreams in her heart and the God who put them there.

Having earned her chef's hat, Lexi Stuart finds life unexpectedly complicated in her hometown of Seattle. She learns that she must trust the dreams in her heart and the God who put them there.

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One Everything you want is out there waiting for you to ask. Everything you want also wants you. But you have to take action to get it. Jules Renard If I had known exactly where and in what kind of trouble I was about to land, I'd have stayed in Paris. "Come on, dear." A wizened woman dragged a shuffling friend past me and down the long carpeted hallway. "We don't want to get in the way of Rosa's granddaughter, even if she's sitting on our couch." She threw a dirty look over her shoulder. I started to stand up and get out of her way, but she disdainfully waved me back into my seat. "WHO?" her friend shouted as I sank back down. "ROSA'S GRANDDAUGHTER. She's sprawling on our couch." I flinched at the vocal hurricane, but no one else seemed to notice. Or maybe they just couldn't hear it. For the time being, I was crashing at the guest apartment at my nonna's retirement community. Where else could I get in on such short notice? It was twenty dollars a night, and only for a week or so...I hoped. "Well, they do have a lot of singles," I'd told my best friend, Tanya, as she laughed at the news. "And they do love what's left of life." "I think it's cute," she'd said. "You can get a personalized pill container and swap horrible doctor stories." "Ha ha," I'd answered. "Be careful, or I'll hold your bridal shower there on bingo night." I'd stayed with my parents on Whidbey Island for the two weeks since I'd been home from France. Yesterday they'd dropped me and my gear off at the retirement community, though most of my stuff was still in storage awaiting my "real" apartment. And now I sat in the common room, not realizing I'd poached what someone considered her personal couch, waiting for the afternoon bus to take me to my new job. I checked my watch again. To pass the time, I thumbed through the Gideon's Bible sitting on the side table, flipping by chance to the first chapter of Philippians and scanning the extra large print until my eye caught something that hooked into my heart. And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best. Oh yeah, I thought. Bring on the discernment. I was starting a new job-the job I'd been hoping for all my life and at which I desperately wanted to succeed. And I found myself embroiled in a romantic crisis where I not only didn't hold all the cards, but the men involved had turned surprisingly poker-faced about their intentions. Lost in thought, it took me a minute to realize that a kindly looking man had sat down next to me. He tried valiantly, but unsuccessfully, to clear the phlegm from his throat. I scooted over to both accommodate him and to offer us some personal space. He kept looking at me, but as soon as I looked back at him, he glanced away. Finally he spoke. "Who are you?" he asked quietly. "And what are you doing here?" That was indeed the question, and not only for my current living situation. I wished I had an answer. Nonna breezed in through the lobby, snapping her mauve umbrella shut with a force that belied her age. She kissed the cheek of her companion, Stanley Jones, who tottered off to his own apartment, then came to get me. "Lexi, love," she said. "I'm glad I got here in time to see you off. Let's wait by the door. The bus will be here soon." On the way through the foyer, she whispered, "I thought I'd mentioned, dear-don't sit on any upholstered furniture in Excerpted from Piece de Resistance: A Novel by Sandra Byrd All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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