Who knew that a country with a kiss named after it would consider it illegal to share one.
When Hannah Walsh finds herself being held in a French police station after sharing a passionate kiss with the handsome Damien Jacques, will she be able to ignore her reawakened desires?
Damien must come to terms with the fact that vivacious Hannah has changed the man he thought he was. Born of aristocratic lineage and heir to the award-winning Jacque Vineyards, and descended from French kings, his life as a notorious playboy is about to be put to the test.
Hannah can’t ignore the passion that has sprung up between her and Damien, but is passion enough to bridge the cultural gap of differences between them?
Will they find their happy ending after all?
Excerpt
Paris, France
Who would have guessed the country famous for its romantic city of Paris had a law regarding kissing on the public railways? Or, that said law would be enforced? It amazed Hannah that a country with a kiss named after it would actually arrest people for sharing one. Unbelievable.
She looked over at Damien and tried to find some humor in the situation they were currently in. No matter how she contemplated the circumstances, she failed to find any hilarity in her current predicament.
Now, sitting in a police station, waiting to pay a fine for public displays of affection was not funny. At least not yet, but that could change…or not. The expression 'you'll laugh about this later' tripped through her mind, yet Hannah was pretty sure that wouldn't be the case any time soon.
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the wall then quickly changed her mind about letting her head rest against the dirty surface. What she really wanted to do was lean into Damien and cuddle, but she was afraid instead of simply paying a fine, she'd be thrown into jail for doing more than kissing. She couldn't seem to keep her hands off the man. That was disconcerting, to say the least. The very idea of spending the night in jail, or worse, having to go through the legal system in France, sent a visible chill through her body.
Damien looked over and clasped her hand. "No worries, ma cherie." He brought their joined hands to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her the pulse point on her inner wrist. The simple touch and his velvety voice stilled some of the unrest racing through her body, but only just barely because reality set in once again. "Next time I have to go away and come back, I'll say hello to you at home. That way I can kiss you until you are melting in my arms."
Hannah felt her eyes widen before she moaned and let her head fall back against the wall. The man was going to be the death of her yet. But what a way to go!
