Author(s): Kimberly Kinrade & Dmytry Darpov
Publication: July 2, 2013
Publisher: Daring Books Publishing
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Synopsis: When the city of love brings two lost souls together, only their darkest secrets can tear them apart.
Winter Deveaux tried love once. It didn't end well. Unable to open herself up to another heartbreak, she hides in her romance novels as she struggles to break out as a real author. She thinks Paris holds the answer to a new start, but when her nightmare follows her across the world, she's forced to face the darkness living like cancer inside her soul. If she doesn't, she might miss her chance to become the kind of writer she's always wanted to be. But more than that, she'll miss out on the greatest love she's ever known.
Cade Savage is heir to the largest ranching family in Texas. Part cowboy, part architect, Cade has his feet forever in two worlds. When he receives an acceptance letter from the school of his dreams, he must decide between family and destiny. But ghosts from his past still haunt him, and circumstances beyond his control may decide his fate. When Winter and Cade meet, everything they believe about life, love and what it means to be happy is put to the test.
Will the magic of Paris pull these two lost souls together? Or will their darkest secrets tear them apart?
Kiss Me in Paris is a standalone novel in the Kiss Me Series. Travel the world with the Deveaux sisters as they find love, and trouble, in all the right places.
Excerpt:
From Chapter 4: Cade
Kiss Me in Paris by
Kimberly Kinrade & Dmytry Karpov
Paris—the city of artists and dreamers. Being here is the
fulfillment of a lifelong dream. So why do I still feel so out of place?
I don't belong in Texas, running my dad’s business. And if I
don't belong in the city, pursuing my career, then where do I belong? Where
will I ever find the peace that’s been missing from my life for so long?
My dad’s voice echoes in my mind. "What’s bothering
you, kid?" He always asked me that when I was young, and I never had an
answer for him.
I still don’t.
The suitcase sits nearly empty on my bed, save for one last
item. I pull out the envelope, weathered by years and tears but forever
unopened. The familiar scrawl across the front, just the one word, Goodbye. I run my thumb along the seal,
wondering, not for the first time, what words he could have written that would
make a difference, that would make the ache of his loss easier to bear.
But I don't open it. I’ll never open it. Instead I slip it
into my pillow as memories of the past flood me.
The mocking.
The pain.
The end.
“What's bothering you, kid?” Dad's voice whispers through me
again. At least this time I have an answer, a way to act on the anger crashing
through me.
I can’t go back and right the wrong done so long ago, but I
can right a recent wrong, and dag nab it, will it feel good.
Pulling on my boots, hat on head, I lock up my room and seek
the object of my righteous rage.
I pause, staring at the door to Winter’s room as if I could
see through it. She and her roommate went out; I heard them leave. Her pale
face and eyes the color of a frozen lake, haunt me. Eyes filled with tears when
that asshole stepped on her small hand, so delicate. I held it as it turned
blue, swelling in pain.
Pulling myself from her door, I hunt the hallway looking for
Rodney. I don’t know what their history is, and I don’t care. No one deserves
to be treated that way. I’ve seen guys like him before, known them all my life,
and I’ve never backed down from putting jerks like him in their place.
I’m not about to start today.
It’s not because of the girl, I’m sure of that. She’s
beautiful, sure. And funny, in an offhanded way. But that’s irrelevant. I’m
doing this because it's the right thing to do.
I spot him just outside of our dorms, leaning against a
tree. Or rather, pinning a girl against a tree as he does what I can only
assume is his version of flirting.
The girl in question doesn't appear to enjoy his attentions,
if the bored droop to her face is any indication.
Rodney's not a small guy, probably played football back
home, but I've got several inches and a lot more hard muscle on my side.
I pull him from the girl, who looks wide-eyed at me before
scampering off, and grab the front of his shirt, glaring down at him. “I don't
know why you like tormenting girls. I don’t even want to know. But you’ll leave
Winter alone. Got it?”
My face is inches from his, close enough that I can smell
the alcohol on his breath.
He laughs, spraying me with his saliva. “You think she
doesn’t like having me around? Guess you don’t know what a slut she is.”
Growling, I slam him against the tree.
He groans, but offers another cocky grin. “If you want my
advice, stay away. She’ll spread her legs easily enough, but you’ll regret ever
sticking—“
I’m done listening.
I knee him in the groin. His mouth opens, a high-pitched
yelp escaping as he collapses on the ground. “This is me politely telling you
to back the hell off Winter and leave her alone."
Author Bio:
Dmytry and Kimberly are the husband and wife writing team behind the KISS ME Series, Eye of Newt, Sunrise and Nightfall, Wanderlust, and The Fallen Series.
Kimberly is the award-winning, bestselling author of the New Adult paranormal romance series The Seduced Saga, the YA paranormal thriller/romance The Forbidden Trilogy, and children's fantasy series The Three Lost Kids.
Dmytry writes fantasy—be it urban, dark or epic—is a musical composer, pianist, and designs books covers (exclusively for his wife's and their co-authored books).
They live with three little girls who think they're ninja princesses with super powers and who are also showing a propensity for telling tall tales and using the written word to weave stories of wonder and magic.
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