A Canadian in Paris

By Vicki Savage

After a messy breakup with an emotionally abusive man, Maggie Babou has all but given up on life. She climbs up to the top of the Eiffel Tower, determined to end it all. There she finds a handsome army Sergeant who convinces her to give him one night to change her mind. She follows him back to a café, where she meets his handsome French friend, and through their elaborate seduction, Maggie peels back the layers of hurt and discovers a confident, kinky side of her that she never knew existed.

Brice and Claude have made a business out of helping those in trouble, but the special needs of this beautiful, caramel-skinned stranger require a unique touch. The more they try to help, the more they see Maggie’s inner strength and courage. They quickly fall for the Canadian beauty, and after spending a night in her arms, become determined to never let her go.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jun 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772338829

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Copyright© 2016 Vicki Savage

ISBN: 978-1-77233-882-9

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Lisa Petrocelli

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A CANADIAN IN PARIS

Romance on the Go TM

Vicki Savage

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

I know I’m not the first person in the world to be dumped by their boyfriend. I’m sure I’m not the first person to feel ugly either. But standing up on the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking out at the sun dipping over the horizon, I felt like the most worthless, rejected human being in the world.

This trip to Paris was supposed to help Robert and I reconnect. It was supposed to cement our relationship and carry us into the next phase of our lives. While I didn’t expect a marriage proposal, I had expected something. I certainly didn’t expect him to leave me for a dancer in the red-light district.

Seven years of my life had been wasted on that man. Seven years of being made to feel not good enough, not pretty enough. At first I had thought Robert was different. Now I knew he was no better than my ex-husband. One would think that turning forty would make me wiser, but no. Perhaps it was my destiny to be with men who crushed my spirit and made me feel unworthy. Perhaps it was my destiny to be alone.

Closing my eyes, I longed to remember the beautiful, vibrant girl my parents gushed over four decades ago. Instead, all I could see was a middle-aged woman with skin that was too brown, hair too frizzy, and eyes filled with pain and heartache.

I was so tired of hurting.

Pressing my lips together with determination, I glanced around and saw that there were only a few people visiting at this late hour. All of them were chatting and looking out over the Paris landscape. None of them were focused on me. If I was quick, I’d be able to do this before any of them reached me. I could take one grand step and end this farce once and for all.

This was reckless. I could almost hear my sister’s disapproving voice saying that Babou women weren’t quitters. I needed to keep my chin up, to forge ahead with my life. She hadn’t had the rug pulled out from underneath her, however. She had a husband, friends, and a fulfilling job. It was easy to keep living when you had so much to live for. Robert was everything I had left in the world. Losing him was like losing myself. In many ways, I was already dead. This jump would only make things official.

Placing my hands on the cold, hard metal, I pulled myself up and looked over the edge at the ground below. A nylon lattice obstructed my view, and I frowned at the new and improved safety feature the government must had installed since my last visit several years ago.

Damn it, I couldn’t even get this right.

Hey! What are you doing?

I yelped as someone grabbed my arms and yanked me off the edge, back onto safe ground.

I stumbled back, crashing into the stranger’s hard, muscular body. He slid his arms underneath mine to steady me, accidently grabbing my breasts. We both fumbled together until I managed to regain my footing.

I glanced over my shoulder and caught sight of his youthful