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Seven Letters from Paris by Samantha Verant
ISBN: 978-1402297229
Trade Paperback
Synopsis: Twenty years, seven letters, and one long-lost love of a lifetime
At age 40, Samantha Vérant’s life is falling apart-she’s jobless, in debt, and feeling stuck… until she stumbles upon seven old love letters from Jean-Luc, the sexy Frenchman she’d met in Paris when she was 19. With a quick Google search, she finds him, and both are quick to realize that the passion they felt 20 years prior hasn’t faded with time and distance.
Samantha knows that jetting off to France to reconnect with a man that she only knew for one sun-drenched, passion-filled day is crazy-but it’s the kind of crazy she’s been waiting for her whole life. [provided by the publisher]
Samantha Vérant is a travel addict,
a self-professed oenophile,
and a determined, if occasionally unconventional, French chef.
Over the years, she’s visited many different countries,
lived in many places, and worked many jobs
— always on the search for the one thing that truly excited her.
Then, one day, she found everything she’s been looking for:
a passion for the written word and true love.
Writing not only enabled her to open her heart, it led her to southwestern France,
where she’s now married to a sexy French rocket scientist she met in 1989, but ignored for 20 years.
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Instead of spinning my wheels on the corner of misery and despair all alone, I met up with my best friend of twenty-something years, Tracey. Over a bottle of pinot noir, our conversation changed from my imminent divorce to happier times, specifically our 1989 trip to Paris. Tracey pitched me an idea: we were going to create a love blog using the seven old love letters I’d received from Jean-Luc, the sexy French rocket scientist I’d met at a café when I was nineteen.
Intrigued (and looking for an ounce of hope), I pulled Jean-Luc’s letters out of their plastic storage container that very same night. By the time I reached the sixth letter, regret set in. I began questioning things like: why didn’t I have children? Did I really have issues with men because my biological father deserted my mother and me? If Jean-Luc was so special, why did I dump him at a train platform and never answer even one of his seven heartfelt letters? And, more importantly, why did I hang on to his letters?
A realization hit: I’d been so afraid of falling in love I’d never truly done it.
Samantha knows that jetting off to France to reconnect with a man that she only knew for one sun-drenched, passion-filled day is crazy-but it’s the kind of crazy she’s been waiting for her whole life. [provided by the publisher]
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
a self-professed oenophile,
and a determined, if occasionally unconventional, French chef.
Over the years, she’s visited many different countries,
lived in many places, and worked many jobs
— always on the search for the one thing that truly excited her.
Then, one day, she found everything she’s been looking for:
a passion for the written word and true love.
Writing not only enabled her to open her heart, it led her to southwestern France,
where she’s now married to a sexy French rocket scientist she met in 1989, but ignored for 20 years.
Visit her website. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter , Pinterest
Buy the book: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Indiebound | Book Depositery | Powells | BAM
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Guest Post by Samantha Verant
“It
would be a disaster if we stop this passion between us. And I am a man who
cannot live without passion. It’s the nerve of my being, the best we can do. I
felt it that evening at the restaurant– an unspoken connection. I had to
communicate with you, or I’d be disappointed in myself if I didn’t know the
outcome. So, for this passion, I’m going to try my best to save it. I really
want to live something exceptional with you. “
~
LETTER ONE, Paris, July 28th, 1989
Five
years ago, I was on the cusp of turning forty...and a woman on the verge of a
potential breakdown. The recent victim of a company wide lay-off, I owed over
twenty thousand dollars on three different Visas with no hopes to pay it off.
Anger and resentment had taken its toll on what started out as a happy
marriage. For eight years, I’d been sharing the guest bedroom with my black
Labrador retriever, Ike. I didn’t have actual kids, save for my furry
replacement child. More importantly, I’d fallen out of love with myself. Instead of spinning my wheels on the corner of misery and despair all alone, I met up with my best friend of twenty-something years, Tracey. Over a bottle of pinot noir, our conversation changed from my imminent divorce to happier times, specifically our 1989 trip to Paris. Tracey pitched me an idea: we were going to create a love blog using the seven old love letters I’d received from Jean-Luc, the sexy French rocket scientist I’d met at a café when I was nineteen.
Intrigued (and looking for an ounce of hope), I pulled Jean-Luc’s letters out of their plastic storage container that very same night. By the time I reached the sixth letter, regret set in. I began questioning things like: why didn’t I have children? Did I really have issues with men because my biological father deserted my mother and me? If Jean-Luc was so special, why did I dump him at a train platform and never answer even one of his seven heartfelt letters? And, more importantly, why did I hang on to his letters?
A realization hit: I’d been so afraid of falling in love I’d never truly done it.
I knew, in
order for me to move on and live out the happy life I desperately wanted, I
needed to deal with these questions from my past — one regret/problem at a
time, starting with the easiest one first. Thanks to Google, it was easy to find
Jean-Luc and I got off to a quick start.
When I sent off my two-decade-delayed apology, I thought I
was only looking for forgiveness. I wound up getting a lot more than that. One
email led to another, and I was able to do something I hadn’t been able to do
in the past: I opened up my heart— online. I also found the courage to
change everything in my life.
SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS is the true “second
chance” story of how I restarted my life and rebooted my heart. And I’m
thrilled to share it with you.
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