The
Frenchman by Lesley Young
(Crime Royalty Romance #1)
Publication date: December 2nd 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance
Fleur
Smithers rarely veers off the straight and (excruciatingly) narrow. So moving
to the seaport town of Toulon to live with her newfound biological mother—an
inspector with the French National Police—for one year is a pretty major
detour.
Son
of France’s crime royalty family and international rugby star, Louis Messette,
is devoted to his sport, famille and nothing else. But the carefree
American he meets one night changes everything. She sparks a desire in him like
no other. Possession takes root. She will do as he commands.
Bit
by bit Fleur slips into the Frenchman’s realm of wanton pleasure agreeing to
his one condition: that she keep their affair secret. She serves up her heart
without reservation in the hub of the glittering Côte d’Azur, and the along the
soulful Seine in Paris, unaware of the danger she is in. For her new lover’s
family business will pit her against her mother, the police woman sworn to
bring down the Messettes. And by then, far more than Fleur’s heart will be on
the line.
**READER
WARNING: This novel contains explicit sex.**
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As we neared
the yacht, I could see only lights from a few windows of the cabin area. Near
the bow, men were lingering, smoking. I was shaky as I walked across the sloped
plank, and it wasn’t from the cold wind coming off the sea.
Louis’s
entourage joined me on the deck. I was struck by how much larger the entire
boat seemed once you were on it. My escorts pointed in the direction of the lit
cabin with encouraging nods. Just outside the doorway, looking down into the
deep inset cabin, I spotted Louis sitting at an elaborate bar, sipping a
highball.
He was poised,
on the edge of a stool, in black dress pants, one long, thick leg stretched
out, the other bent underneath the stool. The sleeves of his blue dress shirt
were rolled up, which, I noted, might be a habit of his. He spun the whiskey
around in his hand, watching the golden elixir reflect light. I wondered if he
was trying to read his fortune in that glass, he stared so intently at it. I
recalled the night we met, at the bistro, how he gave off animosity. But now I
knew better: it was power.
He glanced up
and watched me step down into the cabin. His silent magnitude left me
breathless. He took in my dress quickly, eyes steady, and when he broke into a
smile, my heart skipped a beat.
“You came,” he
said in English, standing up, looking ginormous in the tiny room.
“Bien sûr,” I answered. Why would he
think I wouldn’t?
He was already
near. It was odd: his face was sketched with relief. He reached for my hand and
pulled me to him, brushing his mouth close to mine with a mere greeting. He
paused, hovering near, suddenly shifting his lower half up so close I could
feel the heat coming off of him. He clamped his lips down on mine with two-ton
force. I was crushed under all his intensity as he nudged my mouth open and
tasted me. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I kissed him back, tasting the
whiskey on his tongue, smelling his cologne and natural musk. We lingered a
moment, before he pulled back and, clasping both my cheeks, planted two more
soft kisses on my lips.
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AUTHOR BIO:
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Lesley Young is a
genre-defying author of unforgettable heroines who experience thrilling
life- and love-altering journeys. Her debut novel was Sky's End; her
most recent stand-alone series, Crime Royalty Romance, includes The
Frenchman and The Australian. She loves to hear from readers.
Author links:
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Keep reading for some Author Fun!!
5 reasons why you should
experience an alpha hero from France
Author Lesley Young makes
the case for why Frenchmen make for good romance novels reads
Obviously I am totally biased here, since my novel The Frenchman is set
in France and features a hot, Alpha hero from Toulon (to up the ante I also
made him a super fit rugby player and utterly rude). Anyway, I took my job
quite seriously and researched the heck out culturally significant romantic
facts. I mention a few here (the rest are based on one bout of firsthand
experience in my youth).
Zhe accent
Seriously, is there a sexier accent, especially delivered in a soft,
deep, hoarse murmur, at least, prevalent in romance novels? Oh sure, the old
Scottish brogue will give you the odd pang, but it’s hardly as elegant, slick
and let’s all agree — exciting. If I had an Amazon.com gift card for every book
I read with, “Aye, ya wee lass...”
Fashion sense
Frenchman have some. Should I leave it at that? I know us novelists tend
to dress our North American heroes quite snazzy, but readers know better. I
like to think that’s another reason why The
Frenchman is so realistic—you think maybe you could meet a truly debonair man just like Louis
Messette in real life. . .
You’ll know when he’s into you
Little known fact: Frenchmen don’t play games. They’ll call you the day
after your first date, eager to set up the next one. Date three he’ll call you
his girlfriend. Week two he might say he loves you! While my Frenchman, Louis
Messette, didn’t play it straight, when he made up his mind about my heroine
Fleur Smithers, he was ALL IN.
Attitude
He’ll look you straight in the eye and always mean what he says, with
emphasis. Yup, um. . . what was I writing about? Oh yeah, I made sure Louis
held true to this truism, ack! (sorry, I got distracted there).
They invented the phrase je ne sais quo
Yes, they are so overwhelmed with adoration for you that they are unable
to quite articulate why. This doesn’t mean your Frenchman will be complimenting
you all the time (it does happen!) so much as openly admiring you—in all the
ways that make your heart race.
Tell me if I delivered on these pluses in The Frenchman available Amazon.com http://amzn.com/B00QJGFZMM. Thanks
for the opportunity and please stay in touch at
Facebook.com/LesleyYoungBooks, @LesleyYoungBks and LesleyYoungBooks.com.
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