A Jewish baker, a chess master, and the stories hiding just beyond the ballroom.
I could have given Rosine a dance card and a pretty dress but I didn’t this time.
But when I sat down with The Lyon’s Sweet Temptation, the more obvious version of the story did not interest me as much as the stranger one.
The one behind the curtain peeking at the rich gamblers from a distance.
The one in the kitchen with flour-dusted hands.
The one at the chessboard with a trap in his mind more than in his life.
A gentleman at a gaming table may lose a fortune. Sander may lose the fragile life he has built piece by piece.
A kiss in a garden is romantic. So is a woman wanting her own bakery sign before she gives anyone her future. So is a man learning that protection becomes love only when it leaves room for choice.
The most interesting Regency stories often begin where the polite version of history stops looking.
That is why I chose a baker. Let me tell you more…
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