When my editor suggested I write a book set in Paris with a Valentine theme, I loved the idea! After all, what could possibly be more romantic than my hero and heroine meeting in Paris and falling in love (even if they know they shouldnât)?
I had such fun researching Paris and things to do thereâthough I admit it was a bit of a challenge that it had to be set in February! No spring trees bursting into bloom, no lazing in sunshiny parks lush with the scent of roses, no warm weather strolls along the Seineâ¦
But I managed to find other things for Jack and Avery to enjoy when they first meetâincluding succumbing to a brief fling! Heâs an interventional cardiologist and sheâs a biomedical engineerâyou can imagine their shock when they discover theyâll be colleagues on the clinical trial theyâre in Paris to conduct. A trial thatâs extremely important to both of them.
Jack never mixes business with pleasure. Avery knows they might very possibly end up with different opinions on how the research is going. What will happen if Jack finds out that she holds the entire future of his trial in her hands?
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Robin xoxo
After completing a degree in journalism, working in the advertising industry, then becoming a stay-at-home mum, ROBIN GIANNA had what she calls her âmidlife awakeningâ. She decided she wanted to write the romance novels sheâd loved since her teens, and embarked on that quest by joining RWA, Central Ohio Fiction Writers, and working hard at learning the craft.
She loves sharing the journey with her characters, helping them through obstacles and problems to find their own happily-ever-afters. When not writing, Robin likes to create in her kitchen, dig in the dirt, and enjoy life with her tolerant husband, three great kids, drooling bulldog and grouchy Siamese cat.
To learn more about her work visit her website: www.robingianna.com
For my wonderful children, Arianna, James and George. You three are truly the light of my life.
A big thank you to good friend Steven J. Yakubov, MD, who has been conducting TAVI clinical trials overseas and now in the US for years, and who inspired this story. I so appreciate it, Steve, that you called me to answer all my questions even after youâd had almost no sleep for three nights. Thanks bunches!
JACK DUNBAR STUDIED the map in his hand, trying to figure out where the heck he was in this city of two million people. He was determined not to waste his first hours in Paris, and never mind that heâd only had a few hours of sleep while folded into an airplane seat, couldnât speak French and had no idea how to get around.
But, hey, a little adventure never hurt anyone. Even getting lost would be a welcome distraction from thinking about the presentation he had to give tonight. The presentation that would begin the new phase of his career heâd worked so hard for. The presentation that would launch the newest medical device, hopefully save lives and change forever the way heart-valve replacement surgery was performed.
Before any sightseeing, though, the first thing on his list was coffee and a little breakfast. Jack stepped into the hotel restaurant and saw that a huge buffet was set up just inside the open doors. Silver chafing dishes, mounds of breads and cheeses, fruits and you-name-it covered an L-shaped table, but the thought of sitting there eating a massive breakfast alone wasnât at all appealing. He approached the maître dâ. âExcuse me. Is there just a small breakfast I can grab somewhere?â
âVoilà !â The man smiled and waved his arm at the buffet with a flourish. âLe petit déjeuner!â
Jack nearly laughed. If that was the small breakfast, heâd hate to see a big one. âThank you, but I want just coffee and something quick. Whatâs nearby?â
âEverything you could wish for is right here, monsieur.â
âYes, I see that, butââ
âI know a little place thatâs just what youâre looking for,â a feminine voice said from behind him. âWhen in France, eat like the French do. And that spread in there is most definitely meant for Americans.â
He turned, and a small woman with the greenest eyes heâd ever seen stood there, an amused smile on her pretty face. He smiled back, relieved that someone might actually steer him in the right direction, and that she not only spoke English, but sounded like she was American, too. âThatâs exactly what I want. To immerse myself in French culture for a while. And soon, because I need a cup of coffee more than I need oxygen right now.â