Sarah-Kate Lynch lebt mit ihrem Ehemann die meiste Zeit des Jahres an der Westküste Neuseelands, reist aber, wann immer sie Zeit findet, in die Champagne, nach New York oder in die Toskana.

A mouth-watering novel about love, food, heartbreak . . . and Venice.Eating means everything to Connie Farrell, she's a restaurant critic after all, so when her husband Tom fails to turn up on their second honeymoon in fairytale Venice she's rattled but she doesn't exactly lose her appetite. Quite the opposite, you could say. Handsome gondolier Marco awakes a hunger in her and sates it with all manner of mouth-watering delicacies, including himself. But Connie also has a hankering for something with a bit more zest, something muscled and tanned with silver hair and an honest heart going by the name of Luca. All second honeymoons should be so sweet! Back home in New York, however, there's more than amore on Connie's plate and none of it to her taste. Her husband is gone, her lover is a stranger, her mother is disappointed. Connie has lost sight of the simple things in life but can the cruellest of blows bring them back? Or is it too late?

A mouth-watering novel about love, food, heartbreak . . . and Venice.Eating means everything to Connie Farrell, she's a restaurant critic after all, so when her husband Tom fails to turn up on their second honeymoon in fairytale Venice she's rattled but she doesn't exactly lose her appetite. Quite the opposite, you could say. Handsome gondolier Marco awakes a hunger in her and sates it with all manner of mouth-watering delicacies, including himself. But Connie also has a hankering for something with a bit more zest, something muscled and tanned with silver hair and an honest heart going by the name of Luca. All second honeymoons should be so sweet! Back home in New York, however, there's more than amore on Connie's plate and none of it to her taste. Her husband is gone, her lover is a stranger, her mother is disappointed. Connie has lost sight of the simple things in life but can the cruellest of blows bring them back? Or is it too late?