February 10, 2014
Yes, the time has come (again) for some shameless self-promotion. I won’t apologize too much as I’ve only done it two other times since I’ve been blogging on ENALR. But Feb 4 saw the release of my third Harlequin Superromance MOONLIGHT IN PARIS. This one is pretty special–in fact, I think it may be my favorite.
The primary setting for the story this story is Paris–no surprise there, right? But the flat the heroine has rented for her stay in the City of Lights is based on the flat that my husband and I rented several years ago. Some friends found this flat, but it could only be rented for a month at a time. We went in together on it, and each couple got it for two weeks. How cool it was to get to pretend that we were Parisians for a little while.
During that stay, this story started gelling in my head. I could see Tara O’Malley on this side of the shared terrace, and Garrett Hughes in the flat across the way. I never actually got to set foot in that other flat, but it is vividly real in my imagination.
Even with the wonderful memories built-in to the setting, it’s the subplot of this book that warms my heart. MOONLIGHT IN PARIS is dedicated to my daughter, Heather. She was my inspiration for the story. Heather’s father and I divorced when she was three. For reasons I’ve never known and, quite frankly, would never understand, he chose not to continue a relationship with his daughter. Heart-breaking as that is, I know it happens more often than our society would care to admit. A year after our divorce, I met a wonderful guy, and two years after that, he and I married and blended our two families. Heather technically is his step-daughter, but you would never know she wasn’t his blood-kin. She’s his daughter, and he’s Dad.
In the book, Tara goes to Paris in search of her birth father. The subplot revolves around how that affects her parents’ relationship and her relationship with her step-dad.
I won’t go into any more detail here. You’ll have to read the book to find out how everything gets resolved. But by the end, I hope you love the story as much as I do.
I’ve given my nod to my love of Paris here. So how about you? What is your favorite city in the world?