"“Nay, my dear, I am supposed to slay dragons for you, not deacons."
The Chocolatier's Wife, by Cindy Lynn Speer, is as sweet as the title. In this 18th-century-ish land, everyone is shown their optimal spouse by a scrying spell at an early age, so there's approximately never any doubt about who should marry whom. William, scion of a rich merchant family in the South, is unfortunate enough to should marry Tasmin, a sorceress from the despised North. Actually they don't meet for a long time, but do correspond and send gifts and sort of fall in love by mail. But then William decides to open a chocolatierie, much to his family's dismay, and the local Bishop is found dead of poison with a box of William's chocolates at hand. So Tasmin comes South to try to rescue her fiancé from jail and execution. Things get complicated from there, in a sweet and stylish murder mystery and romance.
Very nice. Four perfectly-roasted Halsey almonds (which are deadly if they are not properly roasted) out of five.