The Song that Seduced Paris
by Cindy Irish
He seduced millions with his beautiful voice. She seduced him with her beautiful soul…When ordinary, every-day music teacher Annie gets the chance to help create an international singing group, she jumps at the chance, but meeting sexy French superstar Gabriel turns her ordinary life into a rich, beautiful song she can’t seem to ignore. THE SONG THAT SEDUCED PARIS is a sensual story of finding love, and dimming the bright lights of stardom to see the shining beauty in even the most ordinary.
Title: The Song that Seduced Paris
Author: Cindy Irish
Series: The Bel Homme Quartet #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 9th, 2015
Publisher: Enoch Publications LLC
Print Length: 340 pages
Format: Paperback and Digital
Paperback ISBN: 9781942627012
Digital ISBN: 9781942627005
Opera gets sexy!
American music mogul Teddy Wilson combines the beauty of opera with the marketability of pop and creates the pop-opera multinational singing group called “Bel Homme.” French for “Beautiful Man,” the four performers he chooses are much more than that.
Gabriel Grenier is already a huge celebrity in his native France, but even at the height of his career, he’s bored and lonely and still wants more, so he accepts Teddy’s offer, hoping it will become his redemption. American music teacher Annie Morgan is brought into this venture by her Aunt Harriet, who’s Teddy’s executive assistant. Annie becomes Teddy’s special emissary in this new undertaking—but she’s not prepared for her instant attraction to the charismatic Gabriel. And he’s blindsided by the life-altering effect of Annie’s very first smile.
It doesn’t matter, anyway, because Teddy wants nothing personal mucking up this gig, and he forbids the two to get involved. Gabriel has never had to answer to anyone, and he’s not sure he wants to start now. Annie is still mourning her deceased husband’s memory, and she’s not sure of anything.
What happens when beautiful music meets predestined love? Seduction always wins.
Cloaked in darkness, Gabriel thought he was dreaming when she floated past him like a sweet phantom: filaments of timorous light. He didn’t make a sound because he didn’t want to lose this, whatever it was. Stopping at the keyboard, she played seven notes that made him smile: Mary Had A Little Lamb. Why, it was Little Bo Peep, he thought, charmed right out of his trance.
His parents had been very progressive people. They’d wanted him to learn many different cultures and languages, so he’d been tutored in English since he’d been quite young. Childhood memories bombarded him as he remembered one of his favorite nannies, an American woman who used to sing this song to him.
Something awakened inside him then. It felt like happiness.
When she moved toward the window, moonlight caught her just so, and Gabriel lusted. He stopped his groan before it hit the air, but his groin had a mind of its own. He hardened, the urge to thrust nearly overpowering as she crawled up onto the pillowed seat. She opened a locket hanging around her neck and sighed. Then she closed it and let it drop back to her chest, wrapped her arms around her knees, and sighed again.
He started at the sound of her voice.
“What lovely music I heard coming from up here tonight—but it made me cry in my sleep. The music was crying, too.”
Dieu, he wondered, was she talking to him?
“A beautiful man whose melodies weep. How can someone like him be lonely? But I felt his pain all the way to my bed, and I wanted to take him inside me and kiss him until it went away.” She covered her face with her hands. “I can’t believe it’s you I’m telling this to.”
Gabriel asked himself again. Who in the world was she talking to?
She knelt and placed her hand on the window. “I was so lucky to be married to you, Stephen, but I need you to help me say my real last goodbye. Do it for me from your side of Heaven. Push me away, because I’m too weak to do it alone. Please let me go.”
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I’m so thrilled to bring you a wonderful guest post by the author herself!
Smashing Preconceptions: Gender Roles in Women’s Fiction
The best thing to happen to women’s fiction in all genres is the indie author. They smash preconceptions of what New York editors think women want to read. Think about it: a handful of women have decided for decades what you want to read.
I mean, really?
In their defense, they are bound by the constrictions of the almighty dollar. What areas in women’s life will sell the most books? These are highly intelligent, sincere women who want to excel at their jobs, and they do. But how awful it must be to live in such a constipated reality.
I had a kickass agent—one with over thirty years in the business. She knew everybody. And they knew her and took her calls and read her submissions. These weren’t average editors. These were the Senior Editors at every major publishing house. I’ve been rejected by only the best! My agent knew everything there is to know about books in the romance world and beyond—and she loved my Bel Homme men, but she couldn’t sell them. Why? Because who in the hell would think opera singers are sexy? New York editors couldn’t even begin to figure out how to market such an entity.
This is a scenario that’s been replicated over and over in every sub-genre out there, and it’s spawned a whole generation of authors who believe in themselves just enough to say, “If no one wants me, then I’ll do it myself.”
You, dear reader, have hit pay dirt as a result. Barriers have exploded. If you have a fantasy, odds are some author somewhere is on your wavelength, and as you are reading this, is writing your dream story now.
Straight women, gay women, shy women, sex-crazy women, morally conservative women, alien women, vampire women, funny single women, uptight ready-to-explode women, abused women, drugged-out women, genius women, fat women, skinny women, ugly women, gorgeous women . . .
Just as all women are different, we’re now being given a voice by the fearless, pissed-off indie writer who was told they’re not good enough.
In your own life, in some way—whether in words or behavior—has someone told you you’re not good enough? Take my advice. That’s your cue to go for it, just like indie writers are doing now and annihilating the genres of women’s romance fiction.
As a woman, you are as unique as your fingerprint. Finally, it’s time to celebrate it all.
About Cindy Irish:
Cindy Irish writes Contemporary, Paranormal, and Speculative romance fiction. She’s a member of The Authors Guild, Romance Writers of America, as well as the Mid-Michigan and Greater Detroit RWA chapters.
Cindy lives in Michigan with her family.
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