Margaux Sinclair writes love stories about people who have quietly stopped expecting one. Her heroines are careful, her heroes are kind, and the romance arrives in bad weather, at an inconvenient hour, when nobody was looking for it. She believes small gestures say more than grand declarations: a cup of tea made just right, a note left on a napkin, a hand held a moment too long. Margaux lives in Britain, where there is no shortage of rain, and writes late at night with the radio on low. This is her first short story collection.
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