The Song That Seduced Paris

 

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 Are we old?

Are we new?

Are we starting fresh today?

Or is Time looking for us and the magic that we made…

 

  

Summary

 

 
If this were the sixties, the French member of Bel Homme would be called, “The Cute Beatle.”

 

When Gabriel Grenier joins the group, he does so as the most accomplished and famous celebrity in France since England shared its Paul McCartney with us. His resume is even more impressive than Paul’s, though.

 

The only offspring of a French diplomat and his socialite wife, Gabriel has been a child TV star, a teenage singing heartthrob, a successful songwriter, a record producer, and lately, a French movie action hero. He’ll be writing songs for this new endeavor, too. His style is romantic and polished, and it will be the bridge between opera and pop. Gabriel will have to deliver the goods for this project to succeed.

 

But joining Bel Homme is not what he bargained for. He’s now just one member of a very accomplished group, and he’s feeling the repercussions of uncertainty for the first time in his life. He may be wildly rich and successful, but he doesn’t have the classical training of the other three men. He’s never had to fit in with the status quo. He’s always established it for everyone else.

 

He’s also the adult object of desire of any woman he chooses to be, but he’s never met an all-American girl like Annie before. When Annie and Gabriel meet, sparks fly like heat-seeking missiles cruising out of control. Still, she does not immediately bow down to the god Gabriel has been raised to believe he is. For him, the impossible has already happened: this female, this foreigner from the free world, is capturing his heart. Even with all the women he’s known and all the places he’s been, Gabriel has never met someone like her.

 

And Annie, a former music teacher from East Grand Rapids, Michigan, has surely never known a man like this one. Through her Aunt Harriet’s connections as the personal assistant of music mogul, Teddy Wilson, Annie gets the job as Teddy’s special emissary for this new undertaking. But 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, and she’s not sure of anything. 

 

In this scene, which takes places at Bel Homme’s private music compound located on Teddy’s country estate in Royal Tunbridge Wells, England, her first challenge is to reassure Gabriel that his pop-style voice is a crucial component to the future success of this venture. She needs to get him to realize he wasn’t hired to sound like a classically trained opera singer. He was hired because his graceful voice and his commercial brand are the pivotal tools that will give Bel Homme their unique sound.

 

And even though they’ve just met, it’s already started for the both of them: the beginnings of an inevitable, lasting love affair…

 

 

Excerpt

 

 

Pretty Eiffel Tower...smallerAnnie held Gabriel’s hand as they strolled across the English countryside in the picturesque county of Kent. “What’s it like being one of the biggest celebrities in France?”

 

Gabriel answered without thinking. “Lonely.”

 

Annie softened. What an odd word to choose for the first one. “Is it fun?”

 

He watched his feet. She was going to do it. She was going to open him up and discover every answer she was looking for. “Usually.”

 

“Challenging?”

 

“Always. I don’t want a job that teaches me nothing.”

 

Illuminating, she thought. “So the easy choices don’t interest you.”

 

“Not at all. Even when I was young, I had an old man’s pride to balance a young man’s romantic spirit, and the belief I was given a gift that shouldn’t be squandered.”

 

“How old were you when you started acting?”

 

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“Eight.”

 

Annie studied his profile. In this revealing light, he looked younger than his thirty-odd years, and a speck of that little boy was there behind the faint lines around his eyes. He was grown, but he still felt the weight of delivering the goods. “Did you go to a regular school?”

 

Gabriel shook his head. “Non, private tutors always.” 

 

“I want you to tell me what’s bothering you,” she said. They were getting closer to the trees. Out here, they were in the open. The forest would close them in. Maybe its cover would allow him to share his secrets, so she headed that way. “Don’t worry about how it looks or how it might sound.”

 

Gabriel watched a flock of birds flying overhead. This place really was soothing. So was the woman holding his hand. “How I look to the outside world and how I sound is all I always think about,” he admitted as she led him into the shade of the woods. Here it was different. Intimate and protected. The air was cooler, and everything smelled vibrant and fertile. He looked down at her. She was unlike any woman he knew. “I’m different with you.”

 

“What do you mean?” she asked, feeling hot prickles climb up her back. When he aimed his charm and his energy at her, she found it hard to breathe.

 

je t'aime_Colleen Dietrich...cropped“I’m…normal,” he said. A leaf fell from a tree and landed on the rise of her breast. Good choice. That’s where he’d like to be. “I’m not my image or my reputation. I’m how I feel myself to be inside.” He couldn’t stop looking at that leaf. It fluttered with the rise and fall of her lungs, still clinging and unwilling to let go. “I’m accustomed to working with others in my acting, but with music it’s always been only me. I’m adjusting, Annie. This is entirely new to me, and I’m finding I still haven’t found that…is the American word pocket? You know, that place where I fit in.”

 

She smiled. “I think you mean niche.”

 

He stepped forward and smiled, too. “Yes, oui. My niche.” He moved closer, then closer, backing her up until she was against the tree trunk. He leaned a hand against the tree right next to her head, unable to stop looking down at her delicate, tempting body. He wanted to taste it. Assault it. Pleasure it. He wet his lips, then whispered her name, but she stuck to the business at hand.

 

“You know how it is when you sing?” she asked him, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “It’s physical, but you use your other senses, too?”

 

1-sensual-photo-of-man-and-woman-oleksiy-maksymenkosmallerHe did know. “Yes. I feel the music and the words before I let them out.”

 

“Precisely,” she said as he brought his hand down and reached. “Do…uh, that.” He stroked the slope of her breast. “Trust…your feelings…” Her eyes slid closed, and she saw sparkles of light: exploding stars. “What are…what are you doing?”

 

Gabriel’s voice was gruff. “I’ve been watching this leaf that fell on you and waiting for it to fall the rest of the way, but it likes you too much to leave.” He flicked the tip of his finger over her and it floated away in the air. “There. It’s free.” But he was captive, and now he knew: Annie was a battle he was losing. He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers…struggled to catch his breath. “We’d better go back.” He forced himself to lift away. “Make me go back.”

 

Annie’s awakening heart pounded with passion and desire, fear of her feelings making her move. Taking his hand again, she started them walking. “Do the job, Gabriel. There’s plenty of time for more.” Still, her eyes were drawn to his sculpted masculine profile. Beneath that cultured exterior beat the dark warning of an untamed beast, yet she craved to know that part of him. With him, she wanted it all. Oh yes, she may not have his worldly experience, but one thing she did know. If she unlocked that door, he’d sweep in and steal her heart away.

 

 

 

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