Thursday, November 17, 2011

Ah...sweet, sweet Paris!

I've always dreamed of going to Paris, and after viewing this post, I almost feel like I've been there! Thank you, Mona, for bringing us these breathtaking pictures and for sharing with us a GREAT excerpt from your latest release, RIGHT NAME, WRONG MAN, based in the land of romance. Ah...sweet Paris! 

What do the words France, Paris, Eiffel Tower, Loire Valley, evoke for you?

Do you think romantic settings? Visualize historical chateaux? Imagine a kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower? Prepare your camera to snap pictures of the amazing architecture? Get ideas from the fashion capital? Prepare yourself to taste and enjoy the French Merlot, Cabernet sauvignon, Beaujolais Nouveau, Bordeau... Are you feeling fuzzy, maybe a little drunk?

After many visits to France—I stopped counting years ago— I can still rhapsodize about Paris and its thousand attractions. The Loire Valley, known as "the Garden of France", was the favorite residence of the Kings of France during the Renaissance period. They made this peaceful countryside the setting for their dreams, and surrounded themselves with the greatest artists and architects of this era.

Chambord is truly royal and combined the dream of King François I with the imagination of Leonardo de Vinci. In this picture, I’m standing in front of the Chateau de Chambord.









Chenonceau, the Ladies’ Castle, is my favorite, built on a bridge across river Cher. King Henry II gave it to his mistress Diane de Poitiers.

When my husband treated me to a special thirtieth anniversary with a trip to the Vallée de la Loire and a two-day stay in an authentic chateau, I fell in love with the area and have never forgotten it.

RIGHT NAME, WRONG MAN, my new contemporary romance is set in this chateau. The count who owns the chateau is a handsome doctor adored by patients and nurses. Only one woman can’t seem to stand him because...

Chapter One

“Love you, Yves.” Marie-Beth Drake purred and cuddled deeper against her lover’s broad chest.

Already half-asleep, Steve squeezed her to his side, with a faint “Hmm”. Soon, his light snores filled the air.

Sated and relaxed, she stroked his silvery hair. “Love you—”

She froze.

What had she called him?

Oh God, oh God. Had she said Steve or… Yves?

Her fiancé grumbled in his sleep. She immediately yanked her hand away from his head. Her fingers flew to her lips and her stomach somersaulted. She couldn’t have whispered the loathsome name? She’d buried it long ago and forgotten the sexy French doctor and his charismatic smile.

Had Steve noticed the slip of her tongue?

Heart pounding, she studied his closed eyes and slightly gaping mouth. Not to worry. Her fiancé slept as peacefully as a man content with life—as he did every night.

Shivering with mortification, she slid out of his arms. Her throat ached with sudden dryness as she covered herself with a robe and rushed downstairs.

In the living room, she grabbed a bottle of Merlot from the bar, filled a glass and swallowed it, and poured a second one. Her mind in shambles, she settled on the sofa to organize her thoughts.

Hanging over the fireplace, her fiancé’s portrait focused a serious look at her. She blinked. “I don’t know how it happened. Honestly,” she groaned with an apologetic grimace.

Sultry images of the French surgeon obscured her vision. Yves smiling, his knuckles caressing her cheeks, his face reaching closer to hers. She snatched her head back and touched her lips, swollen from Steve’s kisses. And remembered Yves’s passionate embrace. “No, please.” Her world tilted on its axis.

Weary and confused, she emptied her glass. “You’re history. Gone, Dr. Malroux.” To think he’d left Boston the next day after the blissful night she’d spent in his arms, and never came back, never called the chubby medical student she’d been then. “No more crazy dreams or heartaches,” she scolded in a strangled groan.

Why did Steve have to mention his name a few days ago and ask her to participate in an exchange program of residents with his French colleague?

“Nope. Not interested,” she’d immediately replied, and Steve hadn’t insisted.

Training with Dr. Yves Malroux would tempt any residents but her. She’d hoped never to set eyes on him
again after she’d torn his picture into a hundred pieces.

With an automatic motion, she rotated the too-heavy engagement ring, token of Steve’s love and status. He’d forgotten to lock the five-carat diamond in his safe after their evening out. Dear Steve, in a few months, they’d be married, that is, if he didn’t ask awkward questions about her stupid blurt, and… She cringed, anticipating the worst.

After two glasses of wine, she’d developed a splitting headache. Torturing herself over the baffling mistake didn’t do any good. She was on call tomorrow and needed her sleep and a clear head to assist in General Surgery. She lumbered up to one of the guestrooms, sprawled on the bed and fell into an exhausted sleep.

“Oh Y-Yves, yes, yes.” Sweating and trembling, she bolted awake and clutched the blanket to her throat.

“Yves?” Heaving a deep breath, she shook off the haze of the haunting dream. Yves nuzzling her throat, kissing her open lips, caressing her naked flesh. Oh, God, am I losing my mind?

In the morning, she shuffled down to the kitchen. Steve didn’t mention anything unusual over breakfast. His satisfied smile contrasted painfully with her restless mood.

“You’re very quiet,” he said in a jovial voice that irritated her frazzled nerves. “Contrary to last night,” he added with a wink.

“Oh yeah?” she muttered, sloshing coffee over the table.

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“You mumbled and screamed and butchered my name several times. Eeeeve,” he mimicked with a strident tone before bursting out in laughter.

“Ah?”


If you’ve enjoyed this scene, the ebook is available at Amazon for only $0.99

Come along with Mary-Beth and Yves for a memorable armchair trip to the Loire Valley and Paris.

Thank you AJ for hosting me on your lovely blog.

Thanks for visiting with us today, Mona! And here's where you can find her on the web!

10 comments:

Nancy Jardine said...

Hi AJ! Nice pictures, Mona. J'aime Paris, aussi! Not sure how that goes these days since I've not visited since the 1990s. Once visited never forgotten...is very appropriate for it though. I look forward to reading your latest. asap!

AJ Nuest said...

Hi Nancy! My 8 yo daughter and I are trying to learn French in preparation for a trip we plan to take once she graduates high school. We figured if we started now, we should have a pretty good grasp of the language by then!

I'm so glad you're here with me today, Mona! Right Name, Wrong Man sounds FABU!!

Bon Journee everyone!!

Vonnie Davis said...

Paris. My favorite city. I revisit by writing about it and reading any book set there. Loved the pictures you've included, especially the castle on a bridge. Thanks for sharing.

Calisa Rhose said...

I want to visit France but I'm afraid to. I'm afraid I'll never want to leave. What beautiful photos. I love the castle across the river!

Butchered his name... riiiight.

Mona Risk said...

AJ, thank you for hosting me. Your blog has a vintage characters that suits the romantic setting of the Vallee de la Loire. Anytime you need help practicing or using your French just holler.

Mona Risk said...

Hi Nancy, Paris is still Paris, no matter what happened in the rest of Europe. The last time I've been there was in 2007, passing by on my way back from Swtzerland. In 2005 and 2000, I spent a week each time. I have several long-time friends who live there. When I go to Paris, I take good shoes, because we walk so much, and go up and down the stairs to the metros all day long. At the end of the day, my poor feet are a mess.

Mona Risk said...

Hi Vonnie, I share your feeling about Paris. I never get tired of it and by setting my stories in France, I revisit the place. The Loire Valley is such a romantic setting for a love story. BTW I finished reading Storm's Interlude and enjoyed it a lot. I'll make time to write a review.

Mona Risk said...

Calisa, thank you for coming from under your rock to leave a comment. If you have a chance to visit France don't hesitate. The Ladies' Castle, above the river, is gorgeous, inside and outside; furnishing, marble black and white in the Grand Hall, gilded mirrors, and the landscaping is incredible. They knew how to live. "If you can't afford bread, eat gateaux," said a French duchess.

Mary Ricksen said...

When I heard Mona and Paris in the same sentence, I knew who it was right away.
The excerpt is a tease of what sounds like a wonderful book. Good Luck Mona! After reading this story you will be hooked on Mona's muse!

Mona Risk said...

Thank you, Mary.