What is French for falling in love?
When Del leaves small town America to compete in a perfume competition in Paris, she thinks it is just the next step on her five-year-plan. Itâs an exciting opportunity. What started out as just a dream for Del and her twin sister is nearly in her grasp. If she wins this competition, they are on their way to opening their very own perfume boutique!
Arriving in Paris, watching the sun glinting off the Seine and wandering the Champs-Ãlysées, Del discovers the most perfect perfumery sheâs ever seen. Yet, as the competition dawns Del realizes that whilst she might have had the best nose in her small village, her competitors seem to know more than she could ever have dreamed. This competition isnât going to be easyâ¦
Del has the romance of Paris to sweep her away from her worries, but as the competition heats up, so does her desire for that which she cannot have! If only the dashing owner Sebastien didnât smell so seductive, look so handsome and make her heart flutter like it never has before. They say love smells as sweet as a red rose in bloom, but Del would tell anyone that true love canât be bottled â itâs beautiful and unique to everyoneâ¦even herself. With everything on the line for her future, can Del really let a little attraction get in the way of securing her dreams?
Also by Rebecca Raisin
Cedarwood Lodge Novellas
Celebrations & Confetti at Cedarwood Lodge
Brides & Bouquets at Cedarwood Lodge
Midnight & Mistletoe at Cedarwood Lodge
The Gingerbread Café trilogy
Christmas at the Gingerbread Café
Chocolate Dreams at the Gingerbread Café
Christmas Wedding at the Gingerbread Café
The Bookshop on the Corner
Secrets at Maple Syrup Farm
The Little Paris Collection
The Little Bookshop on the Seine
The Little Antique Shop under the Eiffel Tower
The Little Perfume Shop off the Champs-Ãlysées
Rebecca Raisin
ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES
Copyright
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018
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REBECCA RAISIN is a true bibliophile. This love of books morphed into the desire to write them. Sheâs been widely published in various short-story anthologies, and in fiction magazines, and is now focusing on writing romance. The only downfall about writing about gorgeous men who have brains as well as brawn is falling in love with them â just as well theyâre fictional. Rebecca aims to write characters you can see yourself being friends with. People with big hearts who care about relationships, and, most importantly, believe in true, once-in-a-lifetime love.
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Dedication
For Jeff. Like Del in this book weâll always wish for just one more dayâ¦
Chapter One
Sunlight blistered the window of the car, shooting in bright prisms of light as I unfurled, shaking the grogginess of travel fatigue. The chauffeur came to a slow stop at the entrance of an apartment just off the Avenue des Champs-Ãlysées. Goggle-eyed, I stared at my new lodgings awed at the grandeur, from the wrought iron balconies to the elaborate stone work surrounding the windows whose white shutters were thrown open to receive the breeze. Planter boxes housed a riot of red flowers which spilled over in search of the sun.
I was going to live here? A place so wildly different from the family ranch in Michigan, it may as well have been on another planet. I thanked my lucky stars once more.