City Nights: One
Night in Paris
by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
Blurb:
Jacob is nearly forty, and has recently come to the sudden
realisation that he’s not doing much with his life. Sure, he’s got his own
successful business, but what’s the point in earning lots of money and not
doing anything or going anywhere to spend it?
He’s in serious danger of being all work and no play, so he
starts to rectify this by organising a twenty four hour layover in Paris en
route to a meeting in Dubai. Whilst there, he goes on a bus tour of the city,
and there meets Annabelle, a fellow Brit who’s studying in Paris. There’s
clearly an attraction between the two of them, so when the gorgeous Annabelle
makes an indecent proposal to help Jacob fill his time in Paris, who is he to refuse?
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Excerpt:
Jacob huffed out a breath as he reached the kerb, shooting a
dirty look at the motorist who’d caused him to leap for the relative safety of
the pavement. Christ, he’d heard talk of Parisian drivers, but until he’d
experienced the place for himself, he’d thought the claims were exaggerated.
Apparently not.
Running a hand through his hair, he tried to regain some
modicum of composure. It was not the best start to his day—all he’d done was
catch the Metro to the Eiffel Tower so far, and he’d barely caught sight of the
iconic monument before an insane motorist had almost run him down.
Checking his pockets to make sure nothing was amiss, he
retrieved his pre-booked ticket for one of the hop-on, hop-off bus tours of the
city while he was there. Horribly touristy, he knew, but given he’d never
visited the French capital before, he felt it was excusable. Hell, he’d even
booked a plane ticket with a nice twenty-four-hour layover so he could sneak in
some sightseeing. It was going to be non-stop work when he got to Abu Dhabi, so
he felt he was entitled to a little chill-out time before he got there.
He was the boss, anyway, so nobody could tell him what to
do, where to go, or when. If he wanted to head for a brief jolly in Paris
before a bunch of intense meetings with his Arabic clients, then he damn well
would. What was the point in working his arse off constantly if he couldn’t
reap the benefits? His fortieth birthday was approaching and the realisation
had made him think. Almost forty and he hadn’t seen nearly enough of the world.
Especially if you discounted hotels and conference rooms. Once, he’d flown to
Rome, had a meeting in a hotel near the airport, then turned around and boarded
a flight home. It had been worth it financially, but only months later, it hit
Jacob what a colossally wasted opportunity it had been. Yes, the client had
insisted on a face-to-face meeting, rather than a Skype chat, and yes, he’d needed
to get back home to continue with yet more work, but it could have waited a day
or two. Even a couple of days in the Italian capital would have been better
than nothing.
What was the point in having plenty of money if one couldn’t
enjoy it, after all?
With a decisive nod, Jacob checked his ticket for the
location of the bus stop. He’d just headed for the Eiffel Tower in the first
instance because he’d figured it would be the easiest thing in Paris to find.
He’d been right in assuming that; the mighty iron structure pierced the sky,
impressive and strangely beautiful. It was next on his list, after the bus
tour, which he felt would help him get his bearings. He only had twenty four
hours—there was no time to waste getting lost.
He quickly located the bus stop he’d been looking for,
helped by the vehicle that had just arrived, emblazoned with the tour company
logo. There was already a group waiting, and he hurried over to join the back
of the queue. After a couple of minutes, it was his turn to have his ticket
checked, then he was ushered onto the bus.
It seemed the majority of people who’d alighted in front of
him had snagged seats on the bottom deck. It was far from full but somehow
already felt crowded, so Jacob headed up the stairs, the child in him making a
bee-line for the back seat.
He’d taken a couple of long strides when he saw someone
already sitting there. A blonde, maybe a decade younger than him, and gorgeous.
Their gazes met and they exchanged a polite smile before breaking eye contact.
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Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and
erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100
publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several
editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic
Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and
co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house.
She owns Erotica For All, is book
editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth
of The Brit Babes. Find out more
at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
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