title: Encounters in Paris: A Collection of Short Stories
author:  Carolyn Moncel 
description: "Paris seems like the most romantic thing in the world, until you live there. ... A fun read that blends plenty of romance, "Encounters in Paris" is quite the pick, recommended."<b><br /><b></b></b><strong><br /> --The Midwest Book Review               </strong><br /><br />"I was drawn to the main character from the instant I started reading. I enjoyed the author's writing as it flowed easily, guiding me  along the way....It's  perfect to read with a cup of  hot chocolate on a rainy day." <b>--Reader Views              </b><br /><br />"I loved the fact that it presented issues such as infidelity and betrayal and things that are present in today's society.  I`m looking forward to reading more of Ms. Moncel's works."<b> --Amy Siggelow, a reader on Goodreads.com              </b><br /><br />"Carolyn has a style of writing that draws you into the story straight away and conveys a message of "being there". Highly recommended."<b> --William, a reader on Smashwords.com              </b><br /><br />"...The author does an excellent job of engrossing readers in the language, atmosphere, and culture of Paris, also addressing topics such as infidelity, trust, and regret. Hopefully the author will continue Ellery's story, because I believe there is so much more waiting in the wings for the main character..."<b> --OOSA Online Book Club</b>
zlib_text: Contents
  The Bishop's Lady (short story)
  A Soupçon of Poison (novella)
  -Chapter One
  -Chapter Two
  -Chapter Three
  -Chapter Four
  -Chapter Five
  -Chapter Six
  -Chapter Seven
  -Chapter Eight
  -Chapter Nine
  -Chapter Ten
  -Chapter Eleven
  A Matter of Honor (short story)
  Author's Note
  The Hanover Square Affair--Excerpt
  Mysteries by Ashley Gardner on Kindle
  About the Author
  Copyright
  
   
   
  The Bishop’s Lady
  by Ashley Gardner
  An Émilie d’Armand mystery
   
  Paris, 1679
  The Poullard hôtel did much to dispel my misgivings about returning to
  Paris. I had not been to the city often since my husband’s death—the
  memories of creditors and the police assaulted me at every turn. But when
  my friend Aimee’s carriage bore me through a gateway into the majestic
  courtyard of her father’s home, and I spied the line of footmen waiting to
  assist me down, I realized how very different this visit to Paris would be.
  Red-haired Aimee Poullard, with whom I shared a cramped bed at
  Versailles where we were ladies-in-waiting to t