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Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Blog Tour - "Bleu Moon" by Caroline Clemens


Title: Bleu Moon (Bleu Series #2)



Author: Caroline Clemens



Genre: Contemporary Literature



Publication Date: August 30, 2013



Publisher: Xlibris



Cover Designed By: Wicked by Design



Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.







Synopsis



This beautiful and compelling story of family and love is surrounded by mystery and intrigue. The blue moon which occurs so infrequently is a picturesque ride to behold by honor and grace as the magnitude of the mission rests upon their shoulders. Olivier continues his Special Forces involvement as he and Brie unite and find out how families come together in a crisis. Do you love Paris? Bleu Moon, the second novel in this duet will take you on a trip through the French countryside and beyond, then back to the streets of Paris with adventure in the city of light and love



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About the Author



I'm from Atlanta, Georgia where I live with my husband, son and twin daughters. I'm writing contemporary stories with faraway destinations, such as Paris, and exploring life in this global world right along with my characters. A nurse and outdoor enthusiast for many years, I am now in love with music, movies and the written word. More detailed bio here~ http://carolineclemens.com/about/



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Excerpt:

Leaving the Notre Dame de Paris after this special Christmas Holiday ceremonial mass, the pair walked back to The Bleu. Later today they would head to the vineyard and prepare for the wedding two weeks away. Once outside, Olivier, dressed in a knee-length dark gray wool coat accessorized with an old scarf, and Brie, clad in a dark velvet green coat with an old scarf of Olivier’s made their way down the steps and headed for the bridge, departing the island which lay in the middle of the Seine River. It was bitter cold out with a constant wind. Snow seemed imminent. 
“I do believe, Brie, you may see your snow you love, even today,” Olivier quipped. They had forgotten gloves today but both had boots on. The old scarfs made Olivier think about his parents. He hadn’t really told Brie much about them; he must tell her at the vineyard before the wedding. She would understand and probably question why he hadn’t mentioned all this before. She had been too polite to ask, especially since she ended up with the necklace; she felt she should not intrude upon this intimate piece of jewelry or his mother. He would tell her when the time was right. Maybe they would have little children of their own, little-Volney-Lavalles. He looked at Brie and this thought made him smile; he put his arm around her waist, bringing her close as they walked along the Seine. 
“Olivier, let’s get a coffee to warm us up,” Brie spoke as she spied a sweet shop. They went inside to get warm and share a savory sweet pastry. Brie ordered the coffee and impressed Olivier with her French speaking skills. “S’il vous plait, une tasse de-” Brie paused to assess her own spoken words. 
And Olivier finished with, “café.”
“Thank you. I mean . . . merci!”
“Marvelous, you are learning so quickly.” Olivier was impressed. Sooner or later they would be having conversations in French, he thought. Sharing a delectable sweet, they fell, further in love. “Brie, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, ask anything,” she replied.
He looked at her, smiled, and asked, “Do you want children, children of your own, with me?”

She looked at Olivier, pondered the thought and decided that was a fair question. She never thought about it anymore as she had gotten over the idea a few years ago in her late thirties. Back in her twenties, she wanted them, in the midst of her career, but it never happened so she put it aside. But now, she should reconsider with Olivier. She breathed in rather loudly and blew it out.

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