A man dubbed The Playboy of Paris is the last thing I need.
I came to Paris needing an ocean and a language between me and my past.
I need to learn to live again without fear.
Then Tragedy strikes again. I guess some people are just magnets for bad luck.
The only silver lining is the gorgeous man who literally broke down a door to save me.
Can I trust him? Can I trust myself?
Paris is as much me as I am it. We bleed into each other's veins.
Running one of the biggest indie record labels is stressful,
and I forget myself with good music and fast women.
I never meant to save her. And I damn sure didn't mean to fall in love with her.
Not with the secret I'm keeping.
Lies, lust, and love happen unexpectedly in The City of Light.
Full-length and standalone, with steamy scenes and a HEA
“Something smells wonderful,” I turn and Lily is standing there looking more beautiful than anything in France. Her hair is tossed over one shoulder, the curls still unruly from last night. And she's wearing my shirt. Not the stereotypical dress shirt from last night, but a sweatshirt I had tossed over the back of the chair yesterday, Blue Holiday Inc. is written on the front. It’s a leftover favor from some event or other.
Sacre bleu, it's like she's been marked as mine. And that thought makes me happier than it should. My heart falters, and I know now as I did last night that being with her is about so much more than sex or getting her out of my system. She's got a grip on me like a song you can't get out of your head.
“Can I help with anything?” She asks kneeling to pet Frankie as he sniffs her bare leg. Even he's in love with her. And by her coos the feeling's mutual. I grin when she squeals as he jumps up and licks her face, she’s giggling while pushing him away to pet from a safer distance.
“Hey, that's mine,” I playfully scold Frankie, who only stares at me and wags his tail. Lily looks at me surprised. “Be a good boy and I'll make you an omelette too.” The dog pauses, decides it's a good deal and lays in his bed patiently watching us.
“He's a cutie.” And by the look on her face, she’s just as in love with him.
“Don't inflate his ego, he's a diva as it is.” Lily laughs and shakes her head shooting Frankie a wink.
I point to the coffee machine, “Can you make the coffee?” I ask.
Lily nods, walking to the machine and running her fingers over its shiny knobs. “Going to be honest with you, I have no idea how this works, it's got more buttons than a NASA control board.”
“It's an expensive pain in the ass, with more functions than I need.” I explain. “Watch the bacon and I'll try.”
She slides past me to the stove, her body brushing against mine and making me grow semi-hard.
“Coffee? Latte? Espresso?”
I set the machine going and admire Lily standing at the stove. My eyes trailing up her legs to the hem of my shirt and I wonder if she's wearing anything underneath. Now I’m full on hard.
I go behind her and wrap an arm around her waist. She smells like soap, my usually masculine scent made feminine and mysterious on her skin. My hand skims her bare thigh and I move her hair to kiss the nape of her neck. “You look incredible right now,”
She tilts her head away as she laughs, “You're just saying that so I'll share this omelette.”
I spin her in my arms and stare into her chocolate eyes. “I could never be lying about how beautiful you are.”
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About the Author
Julie is an author of contemporary romance novels and lives in the Midwest with her family. You can usually find her with coffee and some kind of electronic device that she can read e-books on while chasing her toddler. She stays up too late writing, watching television, browsing social media, and planning her travel bucket list.