JC and the Bijoux Jolis by Katy Regnery is NOW LIVE!
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Blurb:
If the best man and maid of honor are both single, it’s
practically an unwritten rule that they should pork.
…so begins a rocky acquaintance between Jean-Christian “J.C.”
Rousseau and Libitz Feingold at the wedding of J.C.’s brother and Lib’s best
friend. While manslut best man J.C. is surprised when maid of honor Libitz
soundly spurns his advances, his curiosity is piqued. The girl he couldn’t have
becomes the only one he wants.
So, when he finds a seventy-year-old portrait in the attic of
his sister’s mansion that bears an uncanny resemblance to the prickly gallery
owner, he enlists her help in solving a mystery seven decades in the making.
Traveling from Philadelphia to New York to Marseille, a couple who started off
as enemies will discover that even cynics can find true love…and mortal man is
no match for destiny.
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*All books in The Blueberry Lane Series can be enjoyed as
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EXCERPT
“You must be the famous Libitz,” he’d opened, taking his
assigned seat beside her, and flashing his sexiest grin.
After all, if she was his chosen conquest for the weekend, there
was no time like the present to work his wiles. Wearing a simple black sheath
dress with aqua circles, 70s-style mod make-up and oversized silver and crystal
chandelier earrings that almost brushed her thin shoulders, she’d turned to him
and blinked those wide, all-seeing eyes.
“And you…must be kidding.”
Taken aback, he’d stared at her for a second before chuckling.
“Wha—I mean, how’s that?”
“Let’s start over,” she said, cocking her head to the side.
“Here’s your line, Romeo: “Hi, I’m Étienne’s brother, Jean-Christian. It’s nice
to meet you.” Want to give it a try?”
He cleared his throat, his smile fading. “Hi, I’m Étienne’s
brother, Jean-Christian. It’s nice to meet you.”
She locked eyes with his, her lips neutral, neither tilted up
nor down. “Hi. I’m Libitz Feingold, Kate’s best friend…and it’s not cold
enough.”
“What?” asked J.C., feeling completely turned around.
"It’s not cold enough in hell for me to fall for someone
like you,” she said, then shifted back around to talk to the person on her
other side.
Well, f*** me, thought J.C., taking another gulp of beer
as he tried to figure out if he was insulted or impressed. After a moment, he
nudged her in the side with his elbow and she looked at him over her shoulder,
her expression annoyed.
“Yes?”
“I hear the temperature’s dropping there,” he said casually,
then added, “because they’re expecting a visit from you.”
"Ha!” she chortled, a genuine grin brightening her eyes for
a moment before she quickly reigned it back in to practiced ennui. “Is that
right?”
He shrugged, tipping his bottle of beer back as he held her
eyes, challenging her to come back at him with something clever. “So I
heard.”
“From all the friends you’ve got there?”
He almost spit his beer out. Damn, but she was quick.
"Truce?’ he asked, placing his beer on the table and
holding out his hand.
She stared at his hand for a moment, then looked away, leaning
forward to pick up her champagne glass and bringing it slowly to her lips. “No,
thanks. Mama didn’t raise no fool.”
“You’re unreal.” She shook her head, that bored look still in
place.
"Nope. I’m real. I’m just not a good target for charming
scamps looking for trouble.”
"A target? Shit. Who got to you?” he asked, feeling a
little abused by her insta-judgement of him without actually getting a chance
to know him in person. Not that she was wrong exactly. But getting into trouble
with the right person could be a hell of a lot of fun.
“The list is long and distinguished,” she shot back.
His eyes widened and his lips wobbled.
“Oh, God,” she said, shaking her head as her cheeks bloomed an
appealing pink under her make-up. “I walked right into that one didn’t
I?”
“Yes, you did,” said J.C. with what he hoped was a disarming
grin. “All together, now…”
“So’s my Johnson,” they said at the same time, quoting the
rebuttal line from Top Gun.
“Hey, look at that,” he said, still smiling at her. “You do know
how to have fun. I was beginning to worry.”
Her smile instantly faded. “You’re not as cute as you think you
are.”
"Yeah,” he said, nodding as he finished the last of his
beer. “I am.”
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