'Who died?' I said. 'Or is it a secret?' 'My mother, Vianne Rocher.' Seeking refuge and anonymity in the cobbled streets of Montmartre, Yanne and her two daughters live peacefully, if not happily, above their little chocolate shop. Nothing unusual marks them out; no red sachets hang by the door. The wind has stopped - at least for a while.

THE SECOND NOVEL IN THE BESTSELLING CHOCOLAT SERIES

'A delicious urban fairytale' DAILY MAIL

Seeking refuge and anonymity in the cobbled streets of Montmartre, Vianne Rocher – disguising herself as 'Yanne' – and her two daughters live peacefully, if not happily, above their little chocolate shop. Nothing unusual marks them out, and the wind has stopped – at least for a while. Then into their lives blows Zozie de l'Alba, the lady with the lollipop shoes, ruthless, devious and seductive.

With everything she loves at stake, Yanne must face a difficult choice: to flee, as she has done so many times before, or to confront her most dangerous enemy.

'Chocolat was a hard act to follow but Harris has managed it in style' DAILY EXPRESS

'She is terrific, she can write about anywhere, anything, anyone' DAILY TELEGRAPH

'Harris is as good at portraying the agonies of motherhood as she is at evoking the scent of bitter chocolate laced with cinnamon and chilli' SUNDAY TIMES