Hiya, Readers! All my romance books fall into the sweet genre of romance (no sex scenes). There are no swear words (except possibly a more mild one in the Regency books since it’s true to the time and is seen as less offensive in England). There are, however, moderate references to alcohol, drug, and tobacco use, as well as some violence in some of my books. Some of the modern characters also have a past – i.e. unwed mothers. The drug use is clearly portrayed as wrong, the violence is off-screen or it doesn’t get very far so as to cause undue trauma to the reader (I hope). The alcohol and tobacco use, especially in the indie-published Regency novels, are treated as a matter of course – a cultural thing of the time. However, the aim in all my novels is to inspire the reader to what is true, noble, right, pure, etc.
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A FRIEND IN PARIS : NOVEMBER 2018
Friendship between a talented young artist and her handsome French neighbor is a promising start—until it’s not enough.
April promised her dying father she would study painting in Paris, but friends are few, her budget is tight, and her landlord increasingly won’t take “no” for an answer. Then she meets Victor.
Victor is as chivalrous as he is wealthy, and if it weren’t for him, April would have already left the City of Light behind. Too bad Victor still has eyes for his ex-girlfriend, who is now back on the scene and wants to get married.
Although April and Victor swore to remain just friends, magical Paris seems to weave a different spell. The more their connection deepens, the more it becomes difficult to keep a proper distance. Or to remember why they should.
FROM CHAPTER 19
“Sure.” Victor turned to her in consternation. “Another thing you’re not telling me, April. Please tell me these things.”
A flash of anger came over April, and she replied without thinking. “Don’t expect me to tell you everything. It’s not like I’m your girlfriend. I don’t owe you explanations, or details, or anything.”
“Er…let me see how the game is going.” Penelope turned, whisking away a smile.
“What are you talking about, April. We’re friends. Friends talk.”
“Victor,” April hissed. “It’s like you expect things from me you don’t even expect of your own fiancée. You want me to come to you for help and tell you everything. But you don’t even know what Margaux was doing that whole year in Monaco. You don’t know what brought her back or…or whether the baby is even yours.” There. I said it. April’s pulse pounded in her temple.
“Victor doesn’t ask me these things, because he already knows the answer.” Margaux’s cool voice came from where the living room joined the hallway. “And, since heis satisfied, I don’t see what business it is of yours.” Margaux managed to communicate all her disdain in two sentences.
April’s face was crimson. She could feel the heat of shame emanating from her. She’d let everyone know how she felt about Victor as plain as if she’d announced she was in love with him at the dinner table. It’s not like I’m your girlfriend.And what was even worse was that she was completely in the wrong attempting to sow seeds of doubt. She was not the type of person to try to break people up. She was not “the other woman”. It was not her style. If a man wasn’t free to love her, she had absolutely no interest in him.
So what had happened? How had she gone so wrong?
Victor’s eyes were fixed on hers. He hadn’t answered, but now he looked toward Margaux and the crowd that was gathering behind her. “Hey guys, could you give us a minute? Margaux, I’ll be right there to take you home. I imagine the baby needs you.”
Margaux folded her arms and planted her feet. So Victor took April’s arm and pulled her into the first room he saw. It was the toilet, and they had only enough room to stand face to face. He fumbled for the light, and when it went on, April wouldn’t look at him. He grabbed her by the arms.
“April, I need to say this fast so no one gets the wrong idea about us being in here together.”
They were standing in a tiny cubicle, nose to nose, and his words brought on an insane desire to laugh. She needed to get a hold of her emotions. He’s not available.
“I think one of the biggest regrets of my life,” Victor said, “will end up being that I wasn’t free to follow my feelings in this instance. But I’m not. I’m a father, and that comes first.”
I am a great fool, April thought, and any wisp of humor over the situation fled. To complete her shame, her eyes filled with tears.
“If I could’ve followed my feelings…” He stopped short, looking at her eyes, her lips…They heard only the sound of their breath.
Then Victor dropped his arms, turned in the tight space, and opened the bathroom door. “Margaux and I need to get going. Penelope, do you think one of you could see April home safely?”“Sure,” Penelope said. She handed the pack of cards to Auriane and slid past Victor to where April was. “You guys go ahead and play.”
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A NOBLE AFFAIR : RELEASE : MAY 2016
This was my first novel, and it’s far from perfect from a literary craft point-of-view (not to mention that it doesn’t have all the elements in place for it to be considered a standard romance). But it’s still a story, and too much work went into it to think of retiring it. The original title was The Viscount of Maisons-Laffitte.
A Noble Affair is a modern-day romance set in the backdrop of history with a château and an international school housed in a centuries-old building. Charles, the Viscount, is a widower in his late thirties who seems to be puffed up in his own conceit; at least that is the firm impression he gives the American woman who teaches his son.
Chastity is a former graduate of the French lycée in Manhattan where she was seduced, scorned, and left pregnant and alone by the only son of a wealthy French family. She is not impressed by the viscount’s status, nor is she looking to please him.
If it weren’t for an accident, which throws Charles and Chastity together, and the ongoing pressure of a repentant ex-boyfriend, superficial starlet, nefarious drug dealer, and an art heist that spans the decades, they might never have discovered that they are made for one another.
A Noble Affair is a sparkling, modern romance that captures the classic Regency feel. Complete with faulty misconceptions, a sparring couple and a hero in the best tradition of Mr. Darcy, it’s an elegant, delectable read full of French style. I was captivated! Jaima Fixsen, author of Fairchild
This old-fashioned romance—filled with intrigue and suspense—about a modern day French nobleman and courageous American single mom is a must-read for romance lovers. Charlene Ross, author of Frosted Cowboy
In A Noble Affair, Jennie Goutet serves up a sweet, delicious romance with a side dish of suspense. Her winsome main characters bring to mind Ms. Bennet and Mr. Darcy as they succumb to misjudgments and detours on the crooked road to love. From the first pages, I rooted for Charles and Chastity to breach life’s obstacles, solve a longstanding mystery, and ultimately find each other. Julie Gardner, Letters for Scarlet
FROM CHAPTER TEN
“Mommy, it’s starting to snow.” Thomas ran forward again. Sure enough, fat snowflakes were visible against the overhead lights, although they were hidden in the night beyond that.
Chastity and Maude began to walk behind him. “We’ll just follow this row down to the exit and then be on our way. I don’t want to get Thomas home too late.”
“Oh. Guess what,” Maude said. “I saw the actress here—Manon Duprey. She must be here with Mr. de Brase.”
Thomas had stopped at the corner stand, which contained horse paraphernalia, so they stood in the aisle just next to him.
“I know,” said Chastity. “I saw them eating at the next table. He didn’t look happy to be here.” Her dimples showed as she lowered her voice. “Mixing with the commoners.”
“His father had more of a reputation for interacting with the people of the town than our Mr. de Brase does,” Maude said in a wry voice. “Apparently the older viscount even put on an elegant ball in the château and opened it for the community to come and dance. The mayor has been begging the current viscount to do the same, but so far he’s refused.”
“Thomas, wait.” Chastity said, as her son darted forward again.
The two women followed him, and as they crossed the intersection of stalls, she said in a voice louder than intended, “Ha. The currentviscount.”
A gentleman in a black wool coat at a nearby stall turned his head slightly at her words. Though she lowered her voice, he caught the rest before the women were out of sight. “No surprise that he refuses to host a ball. Why should he lift a finger to do something nice for the town when he clearly has nothing personal to gain from it?”
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