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Tristan Green left his small English town for Manhattan and a job at a high profile ad agency, but can’t seem to find his bearings. He spends a lot of time working late at night, eating and sleeping alone, and even more time meandering around his neighborhood staring into the darkened windows of shops. One night when he’s feeling really low, he wanders by a beautiful little bakery with the lights still on. The baker invites him in, and sometime during that night Tristan realizes it’s the first time he’s really smiled in months.
Henry Livingston has always been the odd duck, the black sheep, the baker in an old money family where pedigree is everything and quirky personalities are hidden behind dry martinis and thick Upper East Side townhouse facades. Henry is drawn to Tristan’s easy country charm, dry English wit, and everything that is so different from Henry’s world.
Their new romance is all buttercream frosting and sugared violets until Tristan’s need to fit in at work makes him do something he desperately wishes he could undo. Tristan has to prove to Henry that he can be trusted again before they can indulge in the sweet stuff they’re both craving.
True story: I LOVE dessert. Cake, cookies, pie, ice cream…sugar, baby! Yep, to say Macarons at Midnight, with its baker MC, is my kind of story might be a slight understatement. It’s filled to the brim with sweetness (and actual recipes!!!), and I gobbled it up like it was going outta style. Plus, feast your eyes on that cover! NOM, NOM, NOM.
I totally enjoyed the smoothness and flirty fun writing style of this novel. Henry is privileged. He’s been enjoying the finer things in life since, well, birth. I liked that he pretty much stuck out his tongue at all that rich guy nonsense and made his own way.
British transplant Tristan is out of sorts in his new country and is struggling to fit in, so when he stumbles onto and into Henry’s bake shop by chance one night and sparks fly, things really start to take a turn in the right direction.
I so enjoyed the “normal” pace of Henry and Tristan’s relationship. They got to know each other and enjoyed being together. They had a cute bond (even if it was a skosh insta-love for me). I appreciated their chemistry, too. Their sexy time wasn’t off the charts or overly saucy, but it totally worked within the scope of the story.
The secondary characters in Macarons were great, too—even Henry’s snooty parents. I adored Henry’s sister and his business partner. Yup, here I am cruising along with a pretty solid little story—probably a 3.5/4 star read—and BOOM, manufactured angst.
Why, authors, why???
The tension between Henry and Tristan felt silly and out of place and just…sour. (I had to go there, sorry.) And then, THEN, a sorta-kinda reconciliation followed by BOOM: end of the book.
I’m bummed this one fell apart towards the end, because like I said, it was a tasty little morsel with some very likable characters. I thought things were left vague enough that there could maybe be a second book after this one, but the way I got jerked around, well, I’m not sure I’d be compelled to read any more. Um. Unless the next installment involved more recipes, and maybe some salty snacks, too? ;)