One of my favorite cities is Paris, France, and I love setting stories there. The famous landmarks, the narrow, winding old streets, and the constant feeling of love in the air–even in February when it can sometimes be cold enough to freeze your breath, you still believe that, just maybe, your soul mate is waiting for you around the next corner. You’ll hesitate, your eyes will meet, and then…who knows?
By Christiane France
Blurb:When the markets collapse and Sean Hannesay loses everything, including his job as a financial advisor, he considers himself lucky to find work as a delivery boy for The House of Lost Treasures. It pays just enough to keep a roof over his head and food in his stomach.
But suddenly being a delivery boy becomes so much more than just a low-paying job in the antique business. It takes him to Paris, France, the city he’d always dreamed of visiting, to take possession of a 17th-century cross pendant. The assignment soon whisks him from what seems like one cloak-and-dagger adventure to another, and finally into the arms of the sexy Raoul Dassin—a man who instantly captures Sean’s attention and refuses to let go.
Just one look, just one touch, and both Sean and Raoul know it’s game over. Or is it?
…Sean had known the moment they shook hands at the hotel what effect Raoul had on him. He wanted Raoul, and he knew only too well the feeling was mutual. If he’d had any doubts they disappeared the moment he’d thoughtlessly touched Raoul’s hand back in the office. It had been like sticking his finger in an electrical outlet. And, that being the case, given the right circumstances, such as a place like this, keeping a clear head would be difficult if not impossible. As for using willpower to deflect any moves Raoul might make, well good luck with that! Raoul had been checking him out, giving him the eye the moment they sat down in his office. Despite his anger and the seriousness of what Bobby had done, Sean knew he was guilty of a little checking out himself. He would have needed to blind not to notice Raoul’s erection, and have ice water in his veins not to be affected by it. Everything about Raoul excited and intrigued him, and from the word go, he’d hoped that initial attraction could be a prelude to something else. But now?
Yes, he wanted Raoul. Although whether or not it was a good idea…
He tried to shift focus by concentrating on Raoul and the waiter, but their conversation was too rapid for him to catch even one word in ten. He turned his attention to the vase of flowers, stroking his forefinger down the petal of a rose and…he closed his eyes for an instant, imagining it was Raoul’s skin.
Damn! Damn! Damn! His cock had started to ache like a bad tooth. If only…if only he could just get his mind off Raoul and back to business. Concentrate on getting his hands on that fucking cross, and concentrate on hoping Bobby spent the rest of eternity burning in hell he’d be fine…