Synopsis:
30 years of affection.
10 years of soul shattering love.
8 years of happy employment.
2 months of turmoil.
1 week of truth.
A lifetime of betrayal.
Would you have seen it coming?
Annabelle Fortin landed herself in a bit of trouble. Mandated to
community service at an assisted living facility for early onset
dementia she meets Jezebel, one of the residents. This is the story
that unfolds over the course of Annabelle's court ordered six month
sentence. Nothing is what it seems.
Excerpt:
“Excuse me. What are you drinking?” It was a deep, lush
male voice. Mara’s head whipped around and her jaw dropped. Using
her index finger, Celeste pushed Mara’s chin up until her mouth
closed again and suppressed a chuckle. Turning, she noticed the body
behind the voice.
The biochemist.
Gabriel Fontaine.
“Who were you directing that question to?” she asked. Mara
snorted and started to back away. Celeste grabbed Mara’s wrist to
hold her in place.
“I think your friend is quite observant.” He laughed as Mara
released herself from Celeste’s grip and moved another step away.
“Me then?” she asked, smiling as heat warmed her body from her
belly up.
“Yes. You,” he confirmed.
“White wine spritzer. But, as you can see, my glass is half full.”
“Witty.” He grinned, flashing her a row of dazzling white teeth.
“Perhaps.” She felt a flutter in her belly. What was his angle
here? She tried to work it out as he took a step closer to her.
“I’m not sure we’ve met. Gabriel,” he said.
“The biochemist with the inflated ego,” she returned coyly. His
reputation was no secret. He was said to be brilliant in his field
and popular with the ladies, and was modest about neither. A bachelor
at heart.
“Ah, so you’ve heard of me,” he laughed. It was a deep,
carefree sound that resonated. She instantly liked it.
“Celeste Fogarty.” She extended her free hand to him. He took it,
gently but firmly, and turned it over before placing a kiss on the
inside of her wrist. A small move, bold in its intimacy, but not
outright inappropriate. If she could stop the damn butterflies
demanding to break free from her belly she could analyze the moment.
“Fogarty . . .” he murmured. “Julian and Roberta’s daughter?”
“The very one,” she answered. He let his eyes roam her form—top
to toe. His perusal made her squirm. She’d never been so blatantly
stared at before. His gaze was appreciative though, not critical.
“I can see it now,” he said finally.
Celeste laughed. She truly looked nothing like her parents. Her
mother’s blond hair and blue eyes were a far cry from her auburn
locks and hazel eyes. Her mother was petite, while she was more
athletically built. Her father, also blond, albeit a darker shade
than her mother’s, was fit, but stocky. They loved to say she got
her height, hazel eyes and brunette coloring from her grandparents.
Celeste couldn’t be sure though, as she’d never met either set.
Both were deceased by the time she was six and had never bothered to
come to France from the States to visit.
“I hate it when people say that.”
“It was rather lame.” He shrugged. He looked to table six, where
her parents were seated, and then back to her. “And, I suppose, not
exactly true.” Celeste shook her head and grinned at him.
“So, Gabriel, what can I do for you?” she asked, feeling bold.
From the corner of her eye she caught Mara and Matteo watching her.
Suddenly she felt as if she were betraying them somehow. Leaving them
out. They would bombard her with questions later tonight, no doubt.
“Épouse-moi,” Marry me, he said. Celeste felt her brows
lift and her eyes grow wide.
“Very funny. I’ve only just met you!” she laughed. What a
strange thing to say, she thought.
“What does that have to do with anything?” He grinned at her.
“Everything!” she replied, raising her hands in the air. His grin
widened. She couldn’t help but be swept up in his dimpled smile.
His carefree expressions were mesmerizing. Hell, everything thus far
was mesmerizing about him.
“I’ll ask you every day until I wear you down and the only
logical answer becomes yes.”
“You’re crazy,” she answered, snorting. She slapped a hand over
her mouth and nose, embarrassed that she’d snorted out loud.
Gabriel didn’t seem to notice or mind as he continued on.
“I’m many things. Taken by you. Frappe.” Smitten. The
French word rolled off his tongue the way calm water lapped a
shoreline. Provocatively. She loved the way the language here
sounded. She loved listening to it. Matteo teased her love of
languages by speaking his native Italian to her. Mara always joked
that anytime a man spoke a foreign language, Celeste became putty
their hands. Mostly, it was true. She could close her eyes and get
lost in the gentle lilts and smooth sounding words of either French
or Italian.
“That’s bold,” she scoffed, trying to remain unaffected by his
words.
“Maybe.”
“No. Definitely,” she stated, chin raised.
“Okay, it is, but I know what I want.” Such conviction. Such
allure. Curiosity to know if he was serious bloomed in her.
“What about next month? Next year? Twenty years from now?” she
quizzed, deciding to play along. Her parents, still at their table,
caught her eye, nodding their approval. Of course.
“Je vous veux.” I’ll want you, he answered. The
conviction in his voice made her heart slam against her ribs.
“I can’t take you seriously right now, this is preposterous.”
She laughed at the handsome stranger before stepping backward a step.
He caught her wrist, stopping her movement. The rugged pad of his
thumb grazed the delicate underside of her skin. Fire bloomed in her
belly, swelling upward through her chest, warming her cheeks and
surely staining them an obvious pink. Her eyes snapped to his.
“Settle for a dance with me then?” His eyes, stormy and serious,
captivated her, kept her rooted in her spot. “Celeste, s’il vous
plaît, juste une danse?” Just one dance. That damned French
again, so fluid. So deceptively seductive. Her name sounded exotic
they way he drew out the ending. She nodded her permission. He smiled
a wolf-like grin, full of victory and blatant desire.
Sweeping her effortlessly into his arms and on to the dance floor, he
promptly began to waltz. Looking back, that was probably the very
moment he captured her heart.
Review by Gia:
I had trouble at first getting into the story but once I got into it I was hooked. Annabelle has gotten herself into trouble and part of her punishment is to do community service once a week at a assisted living facility for early onset dementia. Annabelle kind of came of as a spoiled rich kid at first but as I read on I started to like her.
She doesn't like her community service at first but she jumps at the chance to hung out with one of the resident instead of in the kitchen. She spends time with Jezebel. Jezebel seems to have her wits. She tells Annabelle a story about Celeste Fomtaine. Every Tuesday when Annabelle visits Jezebel we get more of Celeste's story.
The ending pulled the story together but also left me with more questions. Wow, this is one of those books when you get to the end you want to go back and reread it over again.
4 Amazeballs Stars!!
I had trouble at first getting into the story but once I got into it I was hooked. Annabelle has gotten herself into trouble and part of her punishment is to do community service once a week at a assisted living facility for early onset dementia. Annabelle kind of came of as a spoiled rich kid at first but as I read on I started to like her.
She doesn't like her community service at first but she jumps at the chance to hung out with one of the resident instead of in the kitchen. She spends time with Jezebel. Jezebel seems to have her wits. She tells Annabelle a story about Celeste Fomtaine. Every Tuesday when Annabelle visits Jezebel we get more of Celeste's story.
The ending pulled the story together but also left me with more questions. Wow, this is one of those books when you get to the end you want to go back and reread it over again.
4 Amazeballs Stars!!
This is the companion novella to Jezebel that will answer some of the
lingering questions one might have upon finishing Jezebel.
Please note; Lying in Wait should be read after Jezebel
Review by Gia:
Lying in Wait is a companion novella to Jezebel. It should be read after reading Jezebel. The ending of Jezebel was crazy and I never saw it coming. Jezebel ends leaving us with questions. Lying on Wait, fills in the gaps. We get Matteo's view in this one and we get to read entries from Celeste's journal. It's a short read but definitely worth reading.
4 Amazeballs Stars!
Lying in Wait is a companion novella to Jezebel. It should be read after reading Jezebel. The ending of Jezebel was crazy and I never saw it coming. Jezebel ends leaving us with questions. Lying on Wait, fills in the gaps. We get Matteo's view in this one and we get to read entries from Celeste's journal. It's a short read but definitely worth reading.
4 Amazeballs Stars!
About the Author:
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I am an avid reader, coffee drinker, and chocolate eater who loves
writing. I received my B.A. from Simmons College-a while ago. I
currently live with my daughter in Maine.
I’m working on my fifth novel out later this year. I’ve published
Saving Caroline, 30 Days, Committed and Dating Delaney. Enjoy!
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