Turning 30? All alone? A commitment-free weekend in Paris should help…shouldn't it?
What does a single woman do when she's turning thirty? She takes a weekend trip to Paris looking for commitment-free sex. Or that's what Davina Chandler does, anyway.
Enter Johnathon, a tall, charming Englishman. How can she possibly resist his magnetism and that sexy dimple?
What starts out as a lark quickly becomes so much more, but can one weekend turn into a lifetime? And will a lie of omission bring everything into jeopardy?
Excerpt:
The waiter smiled and I sighed. "Time to go." As I prepared to rise, gripping my bag in my hand, the bell above the door rang and I watched with interest as the sexiest man I'd ever seen entered. The cool blonde on his arm was scowling and he pried her fingers from his arm then walked away. For a moment, she wobbled on her stilettos before she sneered in her super chic French way only they can pull off and stalked out the door. It slammed so hard the panes of glass shuddered.
The man scowled, but to be honest, it didn't hurt at all. He was tall and well built. Blond hair with gray eyes.
My mind screamed that this man could probably satisfy my needs. He didn't appear even slightly inebriated and he was obviously single now, if that little carry-on was to go by. Perhaps this was my chance? I smoothed down my black dress, making sure my cleavage was just peeking out, then I sucked in a deep, deep breath and stood, hoping to catch his eye.
I watched the man stalk to the bar and order in perfect English-accented French. "Une bière, s'il vous plait."
My toes curled at his voice and the waiter hurried to do his bidding. Mr. Sexy's voice was cultured and deep. I like voices, particularly men's voices. They can make me go gooey at the knees, and this one warmed my insides to the consistency of thick, warm honey. And I knew he was the one I wanted to be with all night long.
The server handed over a bottle of beer and a glass, but Mr. Sexy looked at the bottle, grimaced, and then took a long pull.
The other men at the bar started talking in low voices, putting aside newspapers. They paid their money and left. I didn't want to think it was because of the dangerous aura surrounding the man. It was, after all, three in the morning. No, there had to be something else. But I was sure it wasn't the time to ask these questions.
The small bar was quiet now as I was waiting alone with the mystery man. The waiter disappeared to the back. Obviously, with only two patrons left, he could do other things.
I sucked in my confidence, folded it around me like a coat, and approached the man. "Hi. Mind if I join you?"
He grinned and gestured to the seat beside him. I slipped onto the small stool, perched uncertainly. Then I wiggled my bum a little, thrust out my chest, and gave him my very best come-on smile.
"Looking for a hook up, are you?" His voice caused a curl of heat to gather deep inside me.
I nodded slowly. Better to be honest from the start, I thought. I didn't have time to say a word. The next thing I knew, he had me thrust against the bar, his lips on mine and his tongue halfway down my throat. But man, what a tongue it was.
He played me like a violin until he lifted his head, casting a wicked smile in my direction. "Your hotel or mine?"
"Umm, yours." Right now, I felt the rosy glow of arousal roaring through me. Sexy and quick to catch on. Yep, I was sure this guy was a winner.
Erin's Review: 30 is a trying time in a woman's life. Too old to make excuses and too young to hang it up. But certainly not too old to take off for a weekend in beautiful Paris. Davina certainly gets more than she bargained for with Jonathon. She knows there's more to him than he's telling her but this is only supposed to be a weekend fling right? This story shows you that a few short days can change your life forever. And a chance meeting leaves quite the impression. Davina and Jonathon's story is anything but conventional but you will fall in love with them all the same. Perfect for a night you want a short sweet read with a little twist.
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