|the Arc de Triomphe|
Paris is such a beautiful city. Mary and Lyn have arranged for Jennette's roast to be held at the Moulin Rouge. The cabaret that made the can-can famous.
"There it is! I hope we aren't late. We have to make sure Jennette's table is the best in the place. Man, look at the big windmill! Why do you think they put a windmill on top of the place? Mary stops jumping up and down when Lyn gives her 'the look'.
The limousine pulls up to the portico, and the girls spy the words Moulin Rouge in lights on the top of the entrance. Red carpet lines the walkway, the atmosphere reminiscent of a gala movie premiere. Men in dark suits and ties and women dressed in lovely evening dresses.
"That looks like Gerard Butler that you are so in love with Mary," Lyn points to a handsome man with dark hair and a scruffy three day old beard.
"I like him better shaved. His face looks dirty. But, wow he is hot!"
Lyn drags Mary into the entrance as she slips sideways in her high heels. Someone behind them chuckles.
Mary discretely fixes her dress. The lovely Emerald green dress is covered with sequins on the bottom and the skirt flares as she walks. She loves the empire waist gown. Emerald earrings and an emerald necklace accentuate her dress.
They walk down the long entrance hall they see the word 'Feerie',in bright lights at the end their excitement triples as they spy Jennette waiting for them. She looks fantastic in her crimson Armani. Soft, lush, folds, billow around her as she moves. The form fitting dress flares at the waist and drapes to the floor around her. In her ears are brilliant rubies that match the antique necklace around her slim neck. She looks just fantastic. Her escort is a handsome fellow with steel gray eyes and chestnut colored hair. He is a true gentleman and leads the three of them into the theater. White linen tablecloths are covered with expensive china, crystal and candles in gold candelabras. Jennette greets her guests with a smile, signing her book for those who ask her to.
and fresh fruit, with French pizza and toppings of crème fraîche, capers olives, ham and feta. There is a special chocolate gateau with Jeannette's cover on it, in sugar paste,
Nougat glacé (light vanilla ice cream with bits of nuts and fruit served in a red fruit coulis)
Pain au Chocolat and chocolate eclairs.Café au lait (with a decaffinated version for those who prefer it) Chocolat chaud (hot chocolate) and Tisane or herbal tea
It will all be washed down with sparkling apple cider, French wine,
It will all be washed down with sparkling apple cider, French wine,
"Speessss, Lyn, do you think you can do the can-can. They invented it here!"
"I think I could kick pretty high. But, I don't want anyone to see my thong." Lyn lifts one shoulder and smiles.
"Thong?" Mary dissolves into a fit of laughter.
"Quiet, now, the show is about to start. Jennette and her date are coming to the table, behave will you. Look it's the cast of Feerie to begin the cabaret show."
A lone clown on the stage bows and speaks.
"Please welcome author Jennette Green, she has a new release, 'Her reluctant Bodyguard'..."
When the renewed applause dies down he bellows. "Let the show begin." Curtains open and we welcome visitors who join the party!
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by Jennette Green
When English pop star Colin Radcliff asks Alexa to write his biography and tour with him in Europe, she's thrilled. It all seems like a fairy tale come true—until she begins to receive death threats.
To her dismay, Colin puts her under the 24/7 protection of his Italian chief bodyguard, Jamison Constanzo—a man with whom she’s clashed from day one. If only she could spend more time with her perfect man, Colin, rather than spending all of her days with this black-hearted thorn in her side!
Alexa struggles to control her flip attitude toward Jamison. Why does opening up her heart to him feel almost as dangerous as dealing with the stalker’s threats?
But when the killer strikes, Jamison is the only one she can turn to…
Alexa crossed to poke her head into Jamison’s room. He’d just unzipped a giant suitcase—black, of course—and draped a clump of black, button down shirts on the bed. Some looked to be made of cotton, others of a silkier material.
“Are you color blind?” she wanted to know.
He glanced up. “You’re here to help me unpack?”
“Of course not!” Alexa felt embarrassed, but didn’t retreat. “We need to hash out
rules so we can live in peace.”
He pulled out a pile of black pants. Some jeans, some slacks.
“Would you stop that?” she demanded. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation.”
“I can’t unpack at the same time?”
Alexa gritted her teeth. “I have no desire to see any of your black…unmentionables.”
An actual smile curled his lips, and he stopped pulling items from his suitcase.
“Then wait in the sitting area. I’ll be five minutes.”
Alexa narrowed her eyes. She didn’t want to stay here, but she didn’t want to retreat, either. And she wanted to assert her rules first—before the bodyguard had a chance to make a power grab. “I’ll make it snappy,” she said, averting her eyes as he pulled smaller black items from the suitcase and tucked them in the dresser. “I have one rule. You leave me alone, and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Fine.” Jamison pulled a thick book from the bottomless suitcase and placed it on the bedside table. What was that? War and Peace? Certainly appropriate for their living situation.
“Well then,” Alexa said, pleased. “I’ll leave you to sort your outfits by color. I’m never sure—does black silk go with black cotton?” With this saucy comment, which likely sailed right over his unfashionable head, she turned to leave.
“I have a rule.”
Alexa turned back. She should have known her triumph had been too easy.
“You don’t leave this apartment without me.”
Alexa fell silent for one long beat, absorbing the full, horrifying implications of his statement. “Excuse me? I’m supposed to be chained to you night and day?”
“That’s what twenty-four/seven means.” He flipped the suitcase shut. The rasp of the zipper sounded like machine gun fire in the suddenly silent room. “If you want to run the stairs, I go with you. If you want to shop, I go with you. If you want to sight-see, I go with you. Think of me as your shadow.”
“Hence the black,” she said sarcastically. But further words evaded her. A sick feeling dropped into the pit of her stomach. She and Jamison, joined at the hip for almost five weeks? They couldn’t breathe the same air without fighting! Her fairy tale had officially transformed into a nightmare. She muttered, “We’re going to kill each other.”
“I promise I won’t kill you, princess. It’s not in my job description.” How could he look so amused?
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"Writing has always been a passion of mine. I wrote my first story over thirty years ago. Since then, I've written numerous stories and have had several articles published.My first love, however, is writing romance novels. I write both inspirational and edgy).
In October 2008, my first historical romance, The Commander’s Desire, was published by The Wild Rose Press. It has received numerous accolades, including a "Top Pick" rating from "Romance Reader at Heart" and numerous five star reviews. In addition, the hero of the novel was designated "Reader's Favorite Hero" for 2009 at a popular blog. Also, a Thai publisher has indicated interest in translating the book and publishing it in Thailand!
I am blessed with a wonderful, supportive husband, and three terrific children who put up with my crazy writing hours. When I am not writing, I love reading, photography, making videos, and creating and managing my websites."
Her Reluctant Bodyguard
"There are no words. Honestly, there are no words to explain how much I loved this book. This is probably one of the absolute best books I have ever read in my entire life. I just don't know where to begin."
Rebecca Lynn, The Pen and Muse ...full book review http://thepenmuse.net/?p=1251#comments
Travel on a journey of romance into medieval Scotland...Princess Elwytha wants revenge on the monster who murdered her brother. In a false exchange for peace, she offers herself in marriage to the enemy Prince. The plan? Kill the Prince’s battle-scarred Commander—the man who ended King Thor’s life with one filthy sword thrust through the back.
To her horror, the Commander agrees to take Elwytha as his bride...