rain, he came into my life when I needed him most.
my rope, looking for an escape.
fight to protect what is ours.
stolen from us.
protect everything we have to gain.
life, proving to me the things some people strive for are inconsequential.
those things are futile.
was nothing because it was ripped from me, leaving me bent and broken.
take that…or her away.
threads pulled tight. Are the good ones enough to write our future in stone or
will the bad ones rock our foundation?
where we were staying. The car ride was an adventure. I thought the Minneapolis
and Atlanta traffic would prepare me for the drive. It didn’t. The taxi driver
was a riot. His English was very good, but he would curse at the drivers beside
him with all his French vigor. There were a couple times Julian hid his face in
my shoulder because he was laughing so hard. He didn’t want to offend the man
who had our travel plans in his hands.
it to our final destination. The hotel was stunning on the outside, with all
its perfectly manicured gardens, pure white exterior, and the most beautiful
flowing window boxes I’d ever seen. The spots of red dazzled in the glow of the
curb and I’m greeted with a perfect white glove to assist me from the car. I
turn slowly, looking up at all the history around me. I hear a whisper in my
ear, “I think those words are going to be ones you use with great frequency for
the next seven days.”
don’t have many words beyond that.”
about our surroundings necessarily.”
meet. “Paris is called the City of Love, after all.”
to get arrested for noncompliance.”
has a stunning view, no matter which window you look from. It’s located on Rue
du Faubourg Saint-Honore, which is just steps away from the Place de la
straight from my vision board, didn’t you? The mini one I have in the back of
my writing journal.”
translate your thoughts and dreams. What better place for me to pull from?”
better than my dreams. Every inch was clean lines of perfection. “The history
on this hotel is fascinating. It’s nearly a century old. Some call it the
Palace hotel. How did you find it from, just a picture?”
next to my ear as he speaks, “Research and a little help from friends and
family. I wanted you to feel like a princess. I wanted to give you your
fantasy. I knew this would fit the bill.”
tent on the corner and because I’m here with you, it’s everything.”
to the eighth floor. We follow the bellhop down the hall to our room. He sets
our bag cart on the side of the door and opens our home for the next week to
us. Every bit of this room is dripping with romance: from the oak parquet
floors, to every picturesque view, and the clean bright stylings of the walls
accented by plush fabrics.
the bellhop and closes the door, I run from room to room, looking out every
window, and opening every door to the balconies. Everything is period. We must
be in the traditional part of the hotel.
a pale-yellow dusting over the stark white to give it such depth and warmth.
The wood grain is deep and rich. Their cherry tone is accented perfectly with
the burgundy of the fabrics. The kitchen is right off the common area.
displayed on the counters. I was starving to begin with, but as I look at every
choice we have, I need everything!
They will send a chef up to cook for us?”
don’t you think?”
you, but this is beyond anything I knew existed.”
Lex. This is your dream. Get ready for it to be over the top.”
finish that sentence,” he scolds. “Yes, you do. You deserve all this and more.”
know what to do first.” I step out onto the balcony just off the kitchen.
the railing and let the sun, sky, and scents rain over me, Julian wraps his
arms around my waist. His sigh is almost as big as mine.
were trying to make me do earlier?” he asks.
everything and be.”
Midwest. Born and raised in the Minneapolis area, she’s always been a
storyteller and known to have a flair for the dramatic. She is a mother of
three. Her daughter is just across the border attending college in Wisconsin.
Her son is a busy penguin addict who loves all things science, cars and
weather. He’s been known to hang in Storm Chaser marathons with Mom. Her other
child (a beagle/lab) can be found curled next to her while she writes unless chasing
squirrels and finding puppy friends becomes a more pressing issue. When Ariana
is not writing, she can be found at the rink in a figure skating lesson (been
taking a crack at it for 30 years), binge watching her favorite shows, watching
an 80s movie she’s seen hundreds of times, exploring history or traveling to
any of her current or new favorite places. She first published in August of
2018. Her Stone Series has been an absolute labor of love and will be completed
with the release of the third book in the trilogy in January of 2020. You can
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that passion is never a bad thing. It’s a clear path to being present!
We now have the much anticipated conclusion to Julian and Alexandra’s story. They have endured so much to be together and they still have some obstacles to face. This book takes us on a journey filled with so much emotion and angst as truths are exposed and they find out who they can trust and who they can’t.
The one thing that becomes clear is that when tested their love for each other is unwavering and there is no doubt that their destiny lies with each other.