In Love With Paris by Sharon Kleve

When Paget arrived in Paris, see didn’t expect to find love.

In love with paris

Blurb:

Paget Murphy doesn’t expect to find love in Paris for the holidays, until she bumps into a handsome stranger at the airport. He is everything she has ever wanted in a man—kind, generous, and he loves art as much as she does!

Christopher Paris can’t believe his luck when he bumps into a beautiful stranger. He is a curator at the Louvre and that is where Paget intends to spend most of her time in Paris. He plans to occupy every free moment with her—running, eating, and making love.

With a continent separating them, will they find a way to spend the most memorable holiday together—Christmas?

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / General

Language: English

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Word Count: 13000K

Sales info:

It went up for sale 5 days ago and I have 7 (5 *) reviews


Sample text:

One of the airport gift shops displayed the New York Times latest book releases and my favorite romance author, Susan Couple’s, Love Comes for the Holidays sat front and center on the rack. The hardcover displayed a large Christmas tree filled with lights, ornaments and a breathtakingly gorgeous couple kissing in front of a fireplace. I grabbed a copy, clutched it to my chest and rushed to the counter. As the clerk rang up the book, I added a large bag of M&M’s. What could be better than chocolate and a good romance novel? Susan Couple would probably say a sexy man, but there was a shortage of those in my life.

That’s when it hit me. The woman who got out of that rude man’s car looked exactly like the photo on the back cover of Love Comes for the Holidays. Sharp, silver-blue eyes stared out from her chiseled, small oval face topped with short, spiky jet-black hair. Holy cripes, Susan Couple was here at the airport.

As I turned with the book still clutched to my chest, I bumped into a wall, well not a wall, but a solid mass of muscle that smelled of some wonderful, smoky, exotic scent. He gently grabbed my shoulders and didn’t let go when I looked up into his enchanted, lash-fringed, green eyes. His perfectly chiseled jaw looked like something Michelangelo might have carved.

“Pardon.” His sultry, rich, baritone voice made my stomach flutter.


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