Kiss Me In Paris
by Kimberly Kinrade & Dmytry Karpov
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?
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Full length novel: 87, 000 words
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.
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About
Kimberly Kinrade and Dmytry Karpov
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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AND now something extra special :)
Bonus
Excerpt From Chapter 5: Winter
I
push open the bathroom door and hear one of the showers running, a familiar
pair of boots and cowboy hat propped on the bench. "Oh crap," I
whisper. "This is co-ed. Cade's in here. What are we going to do?"
The room steams up, choking me on the heat. I have to get to a bathroom, but
I've already embarrassed myself beyond redemption in front of Cade. This. This
would be beyond horrifying. I'd rather implode from my own shit than take the
world's biggest dump with the sexy Texas Cowboy listening in.
Jenifer,
despite being slumped over in pain, peeks around my shoulder to try to get a
look at Cade.
I
smack her. "Stop spying."
She
licks her lips. "I can't. I know it's bad, but it feels so good."
"Gross.
Okay, I can't take it anymore. I'm going in."
"No.
No, you're not." Jenifer grabs my arm. "You do not go to the bathroom
beside a hot man like that."
"We
don't have a choice." Oh God. I can't hold it in any longer. I'm going to die.
Die.
Jenifer
groans. "We can find a different bathroom, maybe on another floor."
"No
time," I say as another cramp grips me.
"Winter?"
Cade's voice travels through the steam. "Winter, is that you?"
Of
course. Of course this is how my life is. I open my mouth to respond, and
can't. Instead, I run into the stall, pull my pants down and… Oh God.
It's
like evil demons are being exorcised through my ass.
Jenifer
covers for me while the vile darkness leaves my body. "No. Just Jenifer.
Just me."
As
annoying as Jenifer is, I'll owe her for this save.
When
I'm confident I've been purged from all evil, I reach for the toilet paper,
anxious to get out of there before the stench hits Cade and he comes looking
for a dead body, only to find me, wishing I was dead.
But.
Oh.
Shit.
We
didn't bring the toilet paper.
"Jenifer!"
I whisper in that way that's like a yell, but you hope it still sounds like a
whisper. "They don't have any toilet paper in here. Can you get me
some?"
Silence.
"Jenifer?"
She
bangs on the stall door. "Oh God. I need to throw up."
"Then
find a toilet and throw up. Just hurry."
"Can't.
They're all taken. Let me in." Her feet shuffle back and forth under the
door.
"What?
No! I need toilet paper." I flush the toilet, but I can't pull my pants up
until I wipe.
"Open
up. Please. Open. I'm dying."
Le
sigh.
I thought this night couldn't get any worse. I was so wrong.
I
pull down my shirt to cover myself, hoping I'm not getting shit all over it, then
crouch in the corner and open the stall. "Come on. Hurry, though.
God."
Jenifer
runs in, crashes to her knees, vomit spewing out of her mouth before she
reaches the toilet. It sprays onto me, onto her shirt and face, onto the floor,
until she finally reaches the bowl. She continues heaving until her stomach
runs dry and only bile comes out. Staring into the toilet, she pulls back and
speaks at the top of her voice. "Oh my God, it's your shit. I just vomited
over your shit."
This
is us. Bonding over vomit and shit. "I'm sorry. It must have
clogged."
The
smell of vomit, the sight of vomit everywhere, brings bile to my throat, and I
lean over and release what's left of my dinner into the toilet as well.
Someone
knocks on the door to our stall. "Is everything okay in there?" Cade
sounds concerned, and I want to cry.
It's
too late to save face. "We got food poisoning," I say. "Can you
please bring us some toilet paper?" And new clothes, and a mop, and, oh, I
don't know, a time machine?
Jenifer
vomits again, her body finding unexpected reserves. "Oh my God," she
yells. "It's like I'm giving birth from my mouth."
Please share you thoughts with Dmytry & Kimberly :)
I think it is mysterious and beautiful much like I would think of Paris :) What do you think?
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