Passion in Paris
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by Adam Carpenter
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Matthew Donovan is a self-admitted hopeless romantic who wants nothing more than to meet the man of his dreams and settle down. If you can't find such a thing in the most romantic city in the world, where can you? So Matt sets off for Paris, immediately finding himself the object of someone's attraction. But can an airplane encounter be the first step in seeking romance, or just a toss-away fling? Upon his arrival, Matt renews his friendship with Simone, an ex-pat interior designer who may just have the sexy man he wants. But it is a young, alluring artist named Anton, peddling his Parisian scenes to tourists along the Seine, that most attracts Matt. When a serendipitous situation tosses the men together, they realize fate is working overtime to unite them. But love is never easy... Filled with all the grand passion of Paris, Matt's adventure will guide him down the tricky boulevards of love and desire, of pain and betrayal, leading him to a final, ultimate confrontation with his own heart. Only with the help of an unexpected friend can Matt again open up his heart, and no longer deny the desire that stirs inside him. Romantic, sensual, and satisfying, PASSION IN PARIS will make you believe in true love.
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance/Ravenous Romance, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: October 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [235 KB]
Reading time: 145-203 min.
Could it really be that easy, falling in love?
Seat 34D, right across the aisle.
Definitely sexy, seemingly rich, classically handsome, and that was just on the surface.
Matthew Donovan warned himself not to get ahead of himself, to not be...well, himself. At age thirty-six, he had a tendency to over think, or more appropriately, over-love. Pre-love, if such a notion was possible. It was a quality that had served him well in the non-profit sector, his ability to effuse over topics that others might have thought mundane. His enthusiasm spilled over to others, oftentimes bringing with them checks for large amounts to whatever charity Matt was peddling. After all, either in business or in life, you think with your brain and you love with your heart, and for a pie-in-the-sky dreamer like Matt, he always thought love was right around the corner. Or in this case, right across the aisle.
They had already met, at the bar while waiting for their flights to be called. Matt nursing a Grey Goose martini (his favorite), while the man in the finely tailored blazer sipped a refreshing white wine. He was tan, his fingers long and empty--meaning, no wedding band and no pale strip of skin where one should have been. Which could mean he's either single or one of those perennial cheaters who knows his way around an airport lounge--or maybe, just maybe, he was gay. Easily forty, his dark hair going to gray at the temples, he had crinkles at his eyes that Matt found oddly sexy.
"Where are you flying to?" the man had asked upon noticing Matt.
Matt of course had already scoped him out, sitting just two bar stools away. Terminal 8 at JFK was busy at eight o'clock at night, international flights scheduled throughout the evening hours for arrival in Europe the next morning. Matt's flight was at ten minutes after ten, and he'd left plenty of time to get through the increasingly difficult security checkpoint. Which now allowed him the chance to relax with a cool drink. The handsome man to his right had settled in moments after he had.
"Paris," Matt announced.
The man nodded. "Coincidence. Me, too. Flight 28?"
"Yeah, I think that's it."
Setting down his white wine, he extended his hand over the bar. "Name's Colton."
"Business or pleasure?"
What was Matt supposed to say? Not sure, it's complicated...see, I'm planning to fall in love, what category does that fall under? Truth be told, with the sky blue hue of this guy's eyes gazing right at him, Matt kind of thought it was already happening. "See a friend I haven't seen in a while."
"Great time of year to see Paris. You been before?"
"Long time ago. High school exchange program."
"Can't be that long ago. What are you, twenty-eight, twenty-nine?"
Smooth talker, this one. "Thirty-six."
"You look great for your age."
"Oh, uh, thanks."