Title: Holding Out For Paris
Series: Holding Out #1
Author: Gabrielle Ashton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 13, 2019
this: You pack your bags. Move to Paris. Fall in love.
when you find out your Mr. Right is actually married. With kids. Don’t even
mention the white picket fence.
in the City of Love, the last person Elizabeth Hastings expects to lend her a
shoulder to cry on is her brother’s best friend…
Spencer Tate is opening up his first gym in London when a frantic call from his
best friend sends him to Paris to check on Sebastian’s baby sister.
lucky he can stop in for a minute and be back in London the next day. Easy
dorky bookworm he remembers is now all grown up, with dangerous curves, lips
just made for kissing and eyes he could get lost in…
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Elizabeth Hastings was wearing a trench coat,
black pumps, and nothing else.
She’d never done this before. She wasn’t
usually the sort of girl to go out of her way to impress a guy—she’d never had
anyone worth the effort before. But boy, was Amaury worth the effort. At least
that’s what she told herself every single, terrifying moment there was a bump
or quick turn on the metro that threatened to send her toppling forward, giving
her fellow passengers a more intimate glimpse than any stranger on public transport
should ever see.
When you don’t have a car, Versailles is
actually quite difficult to get to from Paris. For Lizzie, at least. She’d
never had to worry too much about public transport where she grew up, and to be
honest, thanks to her generous trust fund, shouldn’t really have to bother with
it here. But when she’d moved to Paris, she had wanted the starving-artist
experience. There was no way she could write a masterpiece of the likes of
Hemingway or Fitzgerald if she was living it up like some sort of luxury travel
blogger. She needed to live a Paris city life in all its glory, inconveniences
That is how she found herself on a one-hour,
two-train journey from central Paris to a quiet street on the outskirts of
Versailles, praying that an errant wind didn’t put her ass on display to Metro
She took a deep, nervous breath as she exited
the train, holding a little box with his favorite pastries from that shop he
loved in Montparnasse. She turned her mind to Amaury to ease her nerves during
the walk from the station. It was six months since their first date, six months
since he’d swept her off her feet and made her move to Paris unforgettable.
With olive skin that made him look permanently
sun-kissed and those striking gray eyes, he was one of the most gorgeous men
she had ever seen, with a French accent thrown in for good measure.
She sighed and couldn’t help but smile to
herself when she eventually reached his street. Whenever she thought of him,
she felt a rush of pure warmth flood her system. He was exactly what she’d
fantasized about when she dreamed of finding love in Paris… Older, commanding,
mysterious. And so sexy. So unapologetically French.
She glanced up and fidgeted with the belt on
her jacket when she reached the picket fence outside his house. They didn’t
usually meet up here. Amaury was a successful lawyer and based in Paris, so
he’d bought a little apartment there for when he didn’t feel like commuting,
which was most of the time. He preferred the city; he thought it was so
romantic. Lizzie agreed. That’s why they always spent the night there when they
saw each other. The only time she’d been to his house in Versailles was once,
after a spontaneous message, instructing her to pack a bag and set aside a
weekend… But even then he’d only popped into the house to grab a few things for
himself and then they drove off toward the wineries in the south.
He didn’t know she was coming here today, of
course. That was the point of a surprise. But she knew he was here this
morning; he always was on Sundays. Anyway, she didn’t think he’d mind; she was
doing something special for him and it was their anniversary, for crying out
Well, their six-month anniversary. And the
anniversary of their first date, not the moment they’d decided to commit to one
another. Not that there had actually been
a moment like that; they’d never had “the talk”—they didn’t need to. It was
obvious from the moment he told her he loved her, and that he’d never met a
woman as captivating, as magnifique,
as her. Lizzie wasn’t exactly lacking in self-confidence; she didn’t need the
poor man to spell out the words be my
girlfriend for her to validate their relationship. She could be mature
about it all.
“Enough stalling,” she berated herself in a half-whisper,
strutting forward through the gate. “Just do it.”
She shook her head, fluffed out her thick, dark
hair a bit, then walked up to the door and pressed the bell. Lizzie fidgeted
and rocked on her heels; she must have switched positions five times in an
attempt to somehow land on one that was casual yet sexy. She would be content
to find a position that halfway achieved that.
“Delivery for Ama—” she began but abruptly
stopped as the door swung fully open.
parler avec Papa?” a small, pajama-clad boy piped up, standing at the
threshold. He looked about six years old, with a tuft of dark brown hair and
piercing gray eyes that looked just Amaury’s.
“Hello? Can I help you?” a blonde with features
so flawless, her face looked like it had been sculpted by freaking angels,
asked in heavily accented English as she joined the boy.
“I…Um…” Lizzie could barely speak, could barely
see. “I think I have the wrong—”
She knew the voice that asked, “Who is it?” in French. It was Amaury’s. But
that couldn’t be right. He lived alone. This couldn’t be his house. She must
have confused it with a neighbor. Lizzie took a step back and glanced toward
the house next door. It didn’t look like Amaury’s. Maybe his neighbors were
just visiting his place?
“She looks like a lost tourist looking for the
palace. I’ll help her out. Why don’t you go put Nicolas to bed?” Amaury’s voice
rapidly fired off in French, cutting through Lizzie’s haze. He deftly stepped
in front of the woman and child then closed the door behind him.
His hand was still on the handle. On his ring
finger was a gold band she’d never seen before.
She blinked a few times, but it didn’t move.
“What are you doing here?” Amaury demanded.
She’d never heard his voice so hard.
“It’s our anniversary,” she said, still not
quite believing this was really happening. She hoped he didn’t hear the tremble
in her voice.
“Anniversary? What?” Amaury stepped forward and
his long, elegant hands grabbed onto her shoulders. “What were you thinking,
showing up here? If my wife found out—”
That snapped her out of it. She gasped as she
pushed him away. “Your wife? Your
wife! You didn’t think that was an important thing to mention to your girlfriend?”
Amaury laughed. It wasn’t a nice sound.
“Girlfriend? You think you’re my girlfriend, cherie?” He laughed harder. “Oh, Americans.”
Her eyes stung, and Amaury’s beautiful face
blurred. She felt sick. Ruined. He had a family? What the fuck? She was a mistress? The other woman? Lizzie gulped
down the acid that rose in her throat. This couldn’t be happening.
“You said you loved me. You said I captivated
Amaury cut her off. “A man will say a lot of
things to get a woman in bed.” He laughed some more. “Did you think you were
the only one I fucked in that apartment?”
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t get the words
out. They stuck in her throat, choking her.
Amaury turned back to the door. Apparently, he
was finished with her. With his hand still on the brass handle, he glanced back
over his shoulder at her.
“Come here again and I will have a restraining
order filed against you.”
Well, then. That relationship was well and
Ashton is a contemporary romance author, and self-confessed book addict. She
loves to read anything from contemporary, to paranormal, to historical: you
publish it, Gabrielle will read it!
not writing about her favorite romance tropes in gorgeously exotic locations,
Gabrielle studies law and also works as a television producer. On any given day
she wakes up at three in the morning for work, fits in a few classes at
university then comes home and writes.
grew up in Australia, has lived in Paris, and now resides in Sydney with her
boyfriend, two dogs and cat. Although, said boyfriend is making a strong case
for a pet bird.
This is 100% the best debut novel I’ve ever read. In Holding Out For Paris we follow Elizabeth and Spencer. Elizabeth is a kind, sweet, naive woman who is a big bookworm and is living in Paris living out her dream to be a writer. Spencer is successful, sweet, dominant, loyal and down to earth guy who owns his own string of fitness gyms around the world. When Elizabeth’s brother finds out that she is heartbroken over a guy she met in Paris, he requested that Spencer go check on her to make sure she okay. It definitely comes as a surprise to both Elizabeth and Spencer that they haven’t already been in love before this, having only been one degree of separation from each other.
I absolutely loved Elizabeth and Spencer’s dynamic. They fit and worked so well together. I knew at some point that everything was going to blow up in their faces and I hoped that it wouldn’t change their relationship. By the second half of the book, I sped through it to see what the ending was going to be. I loved the way it was written, Gabrielle Ashton really knows how to create a great set of main and side characters. Overall impressed with the flow of the story, character development, and plot. I think that this is a perfect summer read, especially for a day on the beach or by the pool. I’m giving this ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 1/2 stars!
Thank you to Give Me Books PR and Gabrielle Ashton for giving me a copy of this eARC in exchange for an honest review!
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