5 silken sheets
The book equivalent of warm chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream, and a drizzle of caramel sauce. And some grated dark chocolate to melt into the gooey, sinfully delicious bowl of yumminess. That’s Frenched, by Melanie Harlow.
When Tucker Branch, playboy heir to Branch Bolt and Screw, screws and bolts a week before their wedding, Mia Devine wants nothing more than to crawl under her newly monogrammed sheets and plan a funeral for her dignity. But her friends convince her that bitter tastes better when it’s drowned in Bordeaux, so Mia grits her teeth and packs her bags, determined to make the best of her luxurious Paris honeymoon—alone.
She never planned on meeting Lucas Fournier.
The easygoing bartender’s scruffy good looks and less-than-sympathetic ear annoy her at first, but when she takes him up on his offer to show her around the city, she discovers that the romance of Paris isn’t just a myth.
Nor is the simultaneous O.
The last thing Mia needs is another doomed love affair, but since she only has a week, she figures she might as well enjoy la vie en O with Lucas while she can. But each day—and night—with Lucas is better than the last, and suddenly her heart is telling her this is more than a rebound fling.
Is it just the seduction of Paris…or could this be the real thing?
I’d been working some long hours in my day job, and was in need of light relief. Something romantic. Dreamy. A feelgood book to lose myself in. I found all this—and more.
Right from the opening lines, I was hooked.
Top Five Reasons (Out of 100) I Am NEVER Coming Out Of This Blanket Fort
- 1) 220 hand-engraved invitations.
- 2) $ 18,000 hand-pieced Vera Wang gown.
- 3) 1500 Felicity roses imported from Ecuador.
- 4) Bridal portrait on the current cover of Wedding Chic magazine.
- 5) Text message from fiancé calling off dream wedding a week before it happens.
It’s fair to say, she’s not in the best of moods.
Charming. Goddamn birds were chirping right outside the window. In French, no less. C’est magni-fucking-fique.
She’s promised her friends that she’ll make the best of it, but it’s hard.
Everywhere I looked I saw couples in love.
Holding hands on the bridges, sneaking a kiss on cozy street corners, whispering to one another in whatever languages they spoke, exchanging secret smiles, ducking into bars and restaurants, laughing at all the unattached losers in the city— at least that’s what it felt like to me.
In desperation she seeks a bar without lovers in it. Somewhere full of singletons. She stumbles on an American bar, and Lucas, the half-American/half-French bartender.
He grinned. “Double major— music and psychology. Graduate degree in psych. Look, I know we just met, and I do tend to analyze people and open my big mouth when I should probably just keep my opinion to myself. But when you walked in here alone and looked around, I thought, There is a woman who knows what she wants. That confidence is sexy.”
Mia is already over Paris. She plans to go home the next day, but Lucas persuades her to give his city a chance.
He grinned. “Deal.” I put out my hand and we shook on it, and then suddenly he pulled me toward him over the bar, kissed each of my cheeks, and then the first one again. “Nice to meet you , Mia. Welcome to Paris.”
Yesterday I’d been heartbroken over my aborted nuptials. As recently as last night, I’d compared Tucker’s looks to Lucas’s, unfavorably. Was I on the rebound already? Just looking for a warm body to show me some proper attention?
Because Hook Up With Scruffy Half-French Musician/ Bartender was so not on the Paris list.
Oh yes, Mia and her lists. She’s an event planner by profession, and used to planning her life down to the tiniest detail. She has lists for everything. Clothes. Outfits to wear for specific occasions. Places to visit. Things to do. I loved her lists, and I loved Lucas even more when he made her manage without them. For the first time, she lived life as it came. And if that meant a no-strings fling with Lucas, c’est la vie.
He grinned and pulled me close, kissing me as if he’d never get enough, as if nothing else in the world mattered. Not the people giving us strange looks as they rushed for cover. Not the rain soaking our hair and clothing and streaming down our faces. Not the fact that we’d only met two days before and had less than a day left together.
Or maybe it was as if only the last reason mattered.
And like all perfect flings, this one has an end date. Lucas has to go out of town to a family engagement, and Mia has to go home.
God, how could he be so nonchalant about this whole thing? I felt like my world was going to split apart in four days, and nothing seemed to bother him about goodbye. I was envious of his ability to be so fulfilled by the present that the future, even the near future, didn’t affect him.
Because he knows, Mia. He knows what this is and he’s never pretended it was anything else. Get that into your head and keep it there.
Frenched was sweet and indulgent, without being sickly. It was also Fan-Myself hot. Lucas… * swooooon *
“Listen. I don’t know what kind of assholes you’ve been with before, but I promise you, your orgasm will not only make an an appearance tonight, it will be the star of the show.”
This was the perfect antidote for my weary brain. Now I just need a Lucas for my own… 🙂
5 silken sheets
5 sexy lips
Plot – delightful
Characters – Lucas and Mia are a gorgeous couple
Warnings – you might start mooning over travel brochures…
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance
Published: March 2014; $2.99 from Amazon