Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Stolen Time by Chloé Duval @SDSXXTours






STOLEN TIME

by Chloé Duval

Genre: Fiction, Sweet Romance


Pub Date: 6/13/17






In a rural French village, a letter is delivered decades late, inspiring a young woman to try to reunite two star-crossed lovers . . .
Middle school teacher by day, romance writer by night, and group knitter on Tuesday evenings, Flavie Richalet leads a fairly uneventful life—until she receives a long delayed letter meant for a total stranger. Postmarked 1971, the yellowed envelope, addressed to an Amélie Lacombe, holds a fervent message of love and a marriage proposal, signed only with the initial E. Given her own fractured family history, Flavie is dreamily determined to learn what became of the couple . . .

Flavie’s inquiries lead her to a French seaside inn—and to E. himself, a true romantic who never forgot the girl who got away so many years ago. But his protective nephew, B&B owner Romaric, isn’t sure that trying to find Amélie after all these years is good for his uncle. At odds with the tall, dark, and impossibly passionate Romaric, Flavie must show him, and perhaps herself, that true love is timeless—and always worth waiting for . . .





She shook her head, willing herself to dismiss the memory. It was
foolish to think of him, especially right before her wedding. It had
been so long ago . . . four years, almost to the day. He’d obviously
forgotten her, moved on with his life. He’d never written to her,
never phoned her, never gotten in touch with her. She’d waited
weeks, months even, for him to reach out to her, before she’d accepted
the truth. It had only been a summer fling. So she’d grieved,
but then looked to the future. She’d thrown herself into her studies in
fashion-design school to forget. Forget all about him.
And now she was finally happy. She’d finished school and gotten
the job of her dreams with a small fashion company that appreciated
her style and her slightly extravagant ideas. It was almost more than
she’d ever expected. Moreover, she was about to marry a wonderful
man, one who loved her more than anyone and whom she loved very
much. She knew they’d have a great life together.
So why? Why was she thinking of the past, of a painful, bestforgotten
period of her life, on the day she was going to marry Paul,
for better or for worse?
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart, her nerves, her
mind. She patted her veil, smoothed a few nonexistent creases in her
satin and lace wedding dress. She’d designed it herself, and it was
stunning, even if she said so herself. It was the dress of her dreams.
Again, Erwan appeared in her mind’s eye.
“For God’s sake!” she swore, cutting herself off immediately.
Someone knocked on the door and her mother peered in. “Are
you ready, sweetheart?” Viviane Lacombe asked, beaming.
Amélie cast a last glance into the mirror, took a deep breath, and
nodded. “I am.”
It was no longer time to wonder about the past.
So, she left her home, the home where she grew up, and, lifting
the hem of her dress in one hand, her father at her side, her mother in
front of her, beaming much more than her daughter was, Amélie
slowly walked the short distance to the beautiful church of Karouac,
where her parents had been married. Paul was waiting for her there.
Her family was waiting for her. The minister, and all their friends,
were gathered here today to celebrate her wedding to the love of her
life. She couldn’t wait to go in and marry Paul, the man who had always
been there for her. Who loved her more than anything else. She
couldn’t wait to start her life. The life she had chosen for herself.
Yet before she walked into the church, she couldn’t help stopping
to gaze around, searching for a face, a smile. She shook her head and
cursed the damn memories trying to spoil the happiest day of her life.
She turned back and smiled at her father, took hold of his proffered
arm, and waited for her cue.
Hidden in the shade of a porch, unseen, Erwan watched as the
love of his life walked into the church on her father’s arm to marry
another man.
He’d been too late, and he’d lost her once again—forever.



As a little girl, Chloé Duval dreamed of knights slaying terrifying dragons and damsels in distress. Today, she’s still seeking, in her stories, to find again the sweetness and the enchantment of the fairy tales she absorbed as a child. A Frenchwoman by birth, Canadian by adoption, and Québecoise in her heart, Chloé lives in Montreal with her prince charming and dozens of characters jostling around inside her head.




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