It
wasn’t the hardened man who eased his motorcycle to the curb that snagged Gwen
Morningstar’s attention. Nor was it the wide spread of his shoulders or the way
his black jeans hugged his muscled thighs like a pair of lover’s hands. For
sure, it wasn’t the long scar on his right cheek or the small silver cross that
dangled from his ear. No, it was his pristine-white angel wings that dragged on
the pavement.
Odd
that Parisians hurried past without so much as a second glance. As if seeing a
mountain of a man riding a Harley with angel wings flowing down his back was as
common as citizens carrying unwrapped crusty loaves of bread in their hands. No
one gawked as their feet tattooed a staccato beat on the busy pavements of the City
of Light. Few things fazed Parisians, it seemed.
“Mommy,
look, it’s Jean-Luc.” Her daughter, Rhiannon, breathed in childhood hero
worship before she exploded from her sidewalk café chair and rushed toward the
man in angel wings.
“I’m
not quite sure how I feel about her attraction to him.” Gwen watched over the
rim of her demitasse, sipping the espresso’s strong brew and inhaling the
richness of its aroma. Jean-Luc LeFevre scooped Rhiannon into his arms and
slowly circled, laughing that deep rich laugh Gwen so enjoyed. God, the man was
glorious decked out in perilous black and angelic feathers.
“Why?
You’re certainly attracted.” Her sister, Alyson, shifted in her chair, her hand
over her swollen abdomen. “You date him every time you come to Paris.”
“Yes,
and we always end up rubbing each other the wrong way.” Gwen set her cup on the
saucer. “Rhiannon wants a father more than anything for her sixth birthday next
month.” She expelled a long sigh. “I’m afraid she’s fostering hopes. I don’t
like the idea of her being disappointed.”
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13 comments:
I'm off to buy this one, Vonnie! LOVE the image of a 'mountain of a man riding a Harley with angel wings flowing down his back'!
I like the image "the way his black jeans hugged his muscled thighs like a pair of lover's hands" -- way to go, Vonnie!
Thanks, Sarah. I saw this guy on a bike wearing angel wings in Paris when we were there five years ago. Calvin and I were at a sidewalk cafe having the French version of a hamburger (pronounced Umbuger). They put a fried egg, sunny-side up on top of the meat patty. Ugh! Anyhow, this guy on a Harley slowly coasted by, wearing angel wings. No one paid him any mind except for me. Little did I know I'd one day draw on that memory to use in a book.
Thanks, Angela. Jean-Luc is quite the man.
Vonnie - you're such a tease! And you do it so well! I've got my copy waiting somehow inside that Kindle. Now I just have to eek out the time to grab a cup of tea, take a deep breath, and sit down to read. Can't wait.
Oh, Dixie, I can't wait to hear your opinioin on it. While it is a romantic suspense, I allowed more of my demented sense of humor to show in this book. I think that's why I love it so...it's more me. LOL And that's all I'm sayin'.
Great tease of a snippet, Vonnie. I do believe I'll scoot on over to buy it. Your cover is gorgeous, by the way. :)
Now, I'm asking myself-Why the wings? Which sound fantastic but need more explanation.:-)
Thanks Angel. Rae Monet was the graphic artist for this cover and the one for book one of the series. She's awesome.
Nancy, angel wings on a devil of a guy do attract attention, don't they? Thanks for stopping by.
First off, LOVE the title, and second...you so hooked me!
Thanks, Nikki...I do love hooking people. ;-)
Love this peek, but then, what else would one expect from the queen V? :-) Got my copy!
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