From the back of the book:
As far as Delilah was concerned she was sorted. It could be only a matter of time before the style set picked their way to her impossibly sensual boutique, and where they led, the paying public was bound to follow. In the meantime she has her hands full running the shopper's equivalent of a temple to hedonism and keeping her volatile Aussie assistant, Twizzle, under control.
It only takes a postcard to change everything. And an enigmatic one at that, ferociously pink, subtly scented and with an intriguing message emblazoned across its front: You have a secret admirer.
The thrill of working out who the mysterious scribbler might be proves impossible to resist, but not even the sassiest sleuth in the land can cope when the man of her dreams saunters into her shop. Is he the anonymous wielder of the fountain pen or merely the result of a most fabolous twist of fate? In a novel of testing choices, deceptive charisma and delectable chocolates, it remains to be seen whether Delilah can emerge romantically intact...