Author: Lesley Young
Publication Date: December 2, 2014 by
L.A.Y. Books
Plot: Fleur Smithers rarely veers off the straight and (excruciatingly) narrow. So moving to the seaport town of Toulon to live with her newfound biological mother—an inspector with the French National Police—for one year is a pretty major detour.
Son of France’s crime royalty family and international rugby star, Louis Messette, is devoted to his sport, famille and nothing else. But the carefree American he meets one night changes everything. She sparks a desire in him like no other. Possession takes root. She will do as he commands.
Bit by bit Fleur slips into the Frenchman’s realm of wanton pleasure agreeing to his one condition: that she keep their affair secret. She serves up her heart without reservation in the hub of the glittering Côte d’Azur, and the along the soulful Seine in Paris, unaware of the danger she is in. For her new lover’s family business will pit her against her mother, the police woman sworn to bring down the Messettes. And by then, far more than Fleur’s heart will be on the line.
READER WARNING: This novel contains explicit sex.
☆✮ My Review ✮☆
☆ I received an RC via Tasty Book Tours in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! ☆
The Frenchman was a great start in this brand new series that I have decided to stalk and keep an eye on!!
Granted, it could have used some expanding and fleshing out with the plot and characters a tad bit more, but over all, I enjoyed it a lot.
★★★★★★★
So, the story:
After learning of her birth lineage, Fleur LaSalle Smithers, travels to a small seaport town in Toulon, France to get to know her of her roots and new-found mom.
Upon entering a local bistro with a friend, she meets Louis Messette, Toulon’s very own badboy star rugby player and a powerful aristocratic, and from there---their lives are irrevocably and completely changed.
They embark on a tumultuous and passionate relationship shrouded in lust, secrecy, and keeping their affair under wraps. Not to mention, an entangled web of an underlying yet prevalent undercurrents of Fleur’s mother’s utter distain for Louis and his family, and her own hurtful past.
I really liked this story as it really showed me the toll of what pride, loyalty, family, unconditional love, honor, misunderstandings can do; and the lengths you will go to in order to protect those that you love.
For Fleur—it was about finding herself and reclaiming her identity
For her mother—it was about redeeming herself and finding some sort of solace and redemption.
And for Louis- it was about fighting for his family and his and Fleur’s love.
★★★★★★★
I won’t lie and say that I wasn’t a bit disappointed when I found out that bk2 wouldn’t feature any of the Messette brothers…But, beggars can’t be choosers so I’m just glad in general that there will be a bk2, which will be titled, The Australian, coming out this April! Omigah! I want!! *makes grabby hands*
Can’t wait for the next installment in this series as we jump from “The Frenchman” and his American gal, to “The Australian” and his ladylove!!
☆ I received an RC via Tasty Book Tours in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! ☆
The Frenchman was a great start in this brand new series that I have decided to stalk and keep an eye on!!
Granted, it could have used some expanding and fleshing out with the plot and characters a tad bit more, but over all, I enjoyed it a lot.
★★★★★★★
So, the story:
After learning of her birth lineage, Fleur LaSalle Smithers, travels to a small seaport town in Toulon, France to get to know her of her roots and new-found mom.
Upon entering a local bistro with a friend, she meets Louis Messette, Toulon’s very own badboy star rugby player and a powerful aristocratic, and from there---their lives are irrevocably and completely changed.
They embark on a tumultuous and passionate relationship shrouded in lust, secrecy, and keeping their affair under wraps. Not to mention, an entangled web of an underlying yet prevalent undercurrents of Fleur’s mother’s utter distain for Louis and his family, and her own hurtful past.
I really liked this story as it really showed me the toll of what pride, loyalty, family, unconditional love, honor, misunderstandings can do; and the lengths you will go to in order to protect those that you love.
For Fleur—it was about finding herself and reclaiming her identity
For her mother—it was about redeeming herself and finding some sort of solace and redemption.
And for Louis- it was about fighting for his family and his and Fleur’s love.
★★★★★★★
I won’t lie and say that I wasn’t a bit disappointed when I found out that bk2 wouldn’t feature any of the Messette brothers…But, beggars can’t be choosers so I’m just glad in general that there will be a bk2, which will be titled, The Australian, coming out this April! Omigah! I want!! *makes grabby hands*
Can’t wait for the next installment in this series as we jump from “The Frenchman” and his American gal, to “The Australian” and his ladylove!!
My Rating:
♥♥♥♥
☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
As we neared the yacht, I could
see only lights from a few windows of the cabin area. Near the bow, men were
lingering, smoking. I was shaky as I walked across the sloped plank, and it
wasn’t from the cold wind coming off the sea.
Louis’s entourage joined me on
the deck. I was struck by how much larger the entire boat seemed once you were
on it. My escorts pointed in the direction of the lit cabin with encouraging
nods. Just outside the doorway, looking down into the deep inset cabin, I
spotted Louis sitting at an elaborate bar, sipping a highball.
He was poised, on the edge of a
stool, in black dress pants, one long, thick leg stretched out, the other bent
underneath the stool. The sleeves of his blue dress shirt were rolled up, which,
I noted, might be a habit of his. He spun the whiskey around in his hand,
watching the golden elixir reflect light. I wondered if he was trying to read
his fortune in that glass, he stared so intently at it. I recalled the night we
met, at the bistro, how he gave off animosity. But now I knew better: it was
power.
He glanced up and watched me step
down into the cabin. His silent magnitude left me breathless. He took in my
dress quickly, eyes steady, and when he broke into a smile, my heart skipped a
beat.
“You came,” he said in English,
standing up, looking ginormous in the tiny room.
“Bien sûr,”
I answered. Why would he think I wouldn’t?
He was already near. It was odd:
his face was sketched with relief. He reached for my hand and pulled me to him,
brushing his mouth close to mine with a mere greeting. He paused, hovering
near, suddenly shifting his lower half up so close I could feel the heat coming
off of him. He clamped his lips down on mine with two-ton force. I was crushed
under all his intensity as he nudged my mouth open and tasted me. My heart was
beating a mile a minute. I kissed him back, tasting the whiskey on his tongue,
smelling his cologne and natural musk. We lingered a moment, before he pulled
back and, clasping both my cheeks, planted two more soft kisses on my lips.
***
My chest hurt from a strange new
kind of anxiety, high-pitched, full of woe. Dread closed in on me. I’d never
felt so exposed standing before one human being before. And realization that he
could desecrate
me with a mere cold
shoulder sank in.
And maybe that was his point. But
why?
“Is that what you want? Do you
want me to go?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.
I swear a universe of emotion flickered in his
eyes, but it presented itself so quickly, and was hidden from view, I wondered
if it existed at all.
I waited.
He shrugged. As if I was asking
him what color tie he wanted to wear.
I gasped. The floor opened up
beneath me, and, as I fell, I knew it then. He was the keeper—the keeper of our
connection. And he’d decided to punish me, without explanation, to prove a
point that he refused to explain.
I recalled thinking once that he
was a rotten man. What had happened to that idea? It was suddenly clear and
present again.
I rushed into my dress, zipping
it up on the way to the door. I stumbled because tragedy lay before me.
Was I going to leave?
My heart was up in my throat, and
tears ran down my cheeks.
Why was he so mean?
I didn’t understand!
I was steps from his door. Yes. I
was running home. To my mother. Like the child he clearly thought I was. The
lump in my throat ached, as with one last gasp of disbelief, I pulled on the
handle, desperate for him to stop me and desperate to get away, but
. . . the door wouldn’t budge.
I tugged again.
Oh.
His hand was above me, holding it
closed. The tattoo glared down at me. He’d moved—fast.
To stop me.
He didn’t want me to leave after
all.
I didn’t know whether to be
relieved or terrified or angry.
I felt, only, numb.
When he stepped into me, my body
moved of its own volition as close to the door as possible.
Seems he’d gotten what he was so
desperate to have. I was scared of him.
He buried his face in my hair,
and my chest burned. Tears of hurt streamed down my face. What had just
happened? My heart was pumping so fast it was going to burst and spray black
everywhere, and I didn’t even know why!
“Fleur,” he whispered.
No. I shook my head, but his body
had drawn close and followed mine as I tried to shift away against the door.
“Fleur,” he whispered.
I paused. We stood there, barely
touching, me trapped in a standstill of . . . hope. So much hope.
Pure hope. It was a field of azure bluebonnets on a Texas highway promising to
bud every spring without tending or mercy. I didn’t know what he wanted from
me, not by the way he had said my name, or in general, anymore, and I didn’t
care, not as long as he wanted me.
Slowly, gently, he pulled me into
him, and I let him.
I let him.
And . . . time began
again.
☆✮ About the Author ✮☆
Lesley Young writes compulsive stories with unforgettable heroines who experience thrilling life- and love-altering journeys.
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