Tuesday, January 7, 2020

The Little Bookshop on the Seine by Rebecca Raisin

The Little Bookshop on the Seine by [Raisin, Rebecca]
Welcome!  Rebecca Raisin is the author of several novels, including the beloved The Little Paris Collection and The GingerbreadCafé trilogy, and her short stories have been published in various anthologies and fiction magazines. Rebecca is a true bibliophile.  Here love of books morphed into a desire to write them.  She aims to write characters that you can see yourself being friends with.  People with big hearts who care about relationships and believe in true love.  You can follow Rebecca on Facebook and at www.rebeccaraisin.com.
Q & A with Rebecca Raisin

Q: What authors were/are a huge influence on you as you began writing?  Or Now?

A: I have always loved Maeve Binchy and Joanne Harris and the style in which they write. I love Maeve’s ability to write everyday relatable characters, and I love Joanne’s sense of whimsy. I love writing foodie books set in exotic locations and I think I probably fell in love with France through Joanne’s books, they managed to transport me fully and I must’ve reread them a hundred times by now.
 Q: What's some of your favorite novels? What are you currently reading and what's on your TBR (to be read) list?

A: I loved Me Before You. I cried ugly, ugly tears at that. I must be a sucker for punishment because my all time favorite is The Fault in Our Stars. And also Rohinton Mistry’s A Fine Balance. Three books that you need to read in the privacy of your own home with some cucumber slices to apply after for puffy eyes! I’m currently reading the Seven Sisters series by Lucinda Riley, so a nice change of pace from sobbing my heart out. I love how different each sister is and how you still find common ground with them. 
Bouquinistes aan de Seine Parijs
Q: What inspired you to write The Little Bookshop on the Seine?

A: My love of Paris and its bookshops! And truthfully, I wangled the family there so I could do some ‘research’ which included eating my body weight in macarons and walking until I couldn’t feel my feet anymore and feeling that I was a little bit French on the inside if only the locals could see that! 

Q: Have you ever been to Paris?  If so, what are some of your favorite Parisian things?

A: I’ve been lucky enough to go Paris four times and do a bit of exploring for the books. It’s my favorite city in the world and if I could up and move, I’d do it! I love the bookshops of Paris, particularly the secondhand shops that are dusty and musty and disorderly. You never know what you’ll find and that makes it magical. If you’re in Paris find the Abbey Bookshop, it’s full to bursting with English books and it’s a treasure trove if you have time to hunt! I also love French food - who doesn’t?! My favorite place to eat is the Christian Constant bistros. He has one for every budget and they’re all glorious. If you splurge once, I highly recommend it’s there.
Abbey Bookshop
The Abbey Bookshop
The Ritz is also a must-see, from Bar Hemingway to Salon Proust, it’s an experience like no other walking in the footsteps of those literary greats. Buly 1803 is the most beautiful perfume shop in all the world, it’s like stepping back in time. My favorite is the rose oil… ooh la la. And holding a special place in my heart is Point Zero Paris, the exact center of the city and a place where magic happens - you’ll have to read the book to find out more...
ecause it takes more effort seems counter to the neighborhood’s unstudied chic. But Touhami and his wife, Victoire de Taillac—who together started the cult French beauty line Buly 1803 three years ago and prior to that successfully revived the historic candle brand Cire Trudon
Buly 1803
Q: What does the future hold in store for you? Any new books/projects on the horizon?

A: I’m currently editing Aria’s Travelling Bookshop, which is about a Van Lifer who sells her wares as she explores France! (Are you detecting a pattern here!?) It’s the follow up to Rosie’s Travelling Tea Shop, which was released last March. Both books are about a different way of living, about having less but gaining more as you go. I’ve loved writing Rosie and Aria! 
Rosie’s Travelling Tea Shop: An absolutely perfect laugh out loud romantic comedy by [Raisin, Rebecca]
About the Book

It’s The Holiday on the Champs-Élysées in a great big love letter to Paris, charming old bookstores and happily-ever-afters!

When bookshop owner Sarah Smith is offered the opportunity for a job exchange with her Parisian friend Sophie, saying yes is a no-brainer—after all, what kind of romantic would turn down six months in Paris? Sarah is sure she’s in for the experience of a lifetime—days spent surrounded by literature in a gorgeous bookshop, and the chance to watch the snow fall on the Eiffel Tower. Plus, now she can meet up with her journalist boyfriend, Ridge, when his job takes him around the globe.

But her expectations cool faster than her café au lait soon after she lands in the City of Light—she’s a fish out of water in Paris. The customers are rude, her new coworkers suspicious and her relationship with Ridge has been reduced to a long-distance game of phone tag, leaving Sarah to wonder if he’ll ever put her first over his busy career. As Christmas approaches, Sarah is determined to get the shop—and her life—back in order…and make her dreams of a Parisian happily-ever-after come true.
The Little Bookshop on the Seine (The Little Paris Collection, #1; The Bookshop, #2)
My Thoughts

The Little Bookshop on the Seine by Rebecca Raisin is the first book in The Little Paris Collection.  Sarah Smith owns The Bookshop on the Corner in Ashford.  Her friend, Sophie,  owns Once Upon a Time in Paris on the bank of the Seine, contacts Sarah in distress.  Her boyfriend has dumped her for the owner of the fromagerie next door and Sophie needs to get away.  She suggests they trade places for six months.  Sarah is a homebody and introvert who would normally never consider leaving her beloved bookshop.  However, she has felt like she is stuck in a rut and agrees to trade places.  Sarah has an idealized image of Paris in her mind which quickly vanishes after incurring crowds, long days, rude customers and belligerent employees.  Sophie’s bookshop is nothing like Sarah’s quiet and cozy bookstore. Sarah finds the store overwhelming and encounters one problem after another.  Another downside is she rarely gets to see or talk to her boyfriend and freelance reporter, Ridge Warner.  Can Sarah find a way to turn the situation at the shop around?  The Little Bookshop on the Seine is a lighthearted romantic comedy.  I could relate to the quiet and timid Sarah who considers the books in the shop her children.  She has a special connection with the books and manages to find the right book for each customer.  From reading so many books, Sarah has a special view of Paris.  Unfortunately, Sarah’s rose colored glasses soon fall away.  Paris is a bustling city which Sarah is not used to after sleepy Ashford.  Sarah needs to find her inner strength if she to survive her stay in Paris managing Sophie’s bookstore. I enjoyed the transformation of Sarah and the employees.  We see what secrets can do to a person and how revealing the truth can be good for the individual as well as those her.  Sarah’s happiness at decorating the bookshop for the holidays is contagious.   The author’s descriptions brought the city of light alive for me.  I thought she really captured the city and its atmosphere. The Bookshop on the Corner is a prequel to The Little Bookshop on the Seine.  It is the story of how Sarah and Ridge met.  I suggest reading it first because it provides needed background information.  I thought The Little Bookshop on the Seine was an uplifting story. If you like to read feel-good holiday story, then you will be delighted with The Little Bookshop on the Seine.
Fall in Paris. #bookshops #bookstore #autumninspiration #autumndecoration

With a heavy heart I placed the sign in the display window.  All books 50% off.

If things didn’t pick up soon, it would read Closing down sale. The thought alone was enough to make me shiver. The autumnal sky was awash with purples and smudges of or­ange, as I stepped outside to survey the display window from the sidewalk.

Star-shaped leaves crunched underfoot. I forced a smile. A sale wouldn’t hurt, and maybe it’d take the bookshop figures from the red into the black—which I so desperately needed. My rent had been hiked up. The owner of the building, a sharp-featured, silver-tongued, forty-something man, had put the pressure on me lately—to pay more, to declutter the shop, claiming the haphazard stacks of books were a fire risk. The additional rent stretched the budget to breaking level. Something had to change.
The famous Shakespeare and Company bookshop in Paris, France. The Latin Quarter is a great place to stay in Paris. Click through for more pictures on the A Lady in London blog.   #paris #france #bookshop
The phone shrilled, and a grin split my face. It could only be Ridge at this time of the morning. Even after being together almost a year his name still provoked a giggle. It suited him though, the veritable man mountain he was. I’d since met his mom, a sweet, well-spoken lady, who claimed in dulcet tones, that she chose his name well before his fa­mous namesake in The Bold and the Beautiful. In fact, she was adamant about it, and said the TV character Ridge was no match for her son. I had to agree. Sure, they both had chis­eled movie star cheekbones, and an intense gaze that made many a woman swoon, but my guy was more than just the sum of his parts—I loved him for his mind, as much as his clichéd six-pack, and broody hotness. And even better, he loved me for me.

He was the hero in my own real-life love story, and due back from Canada the next day. It’d been weeks since I’d seen him, and I ached for him in a way that made me blush.
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I dashed inside, and answered the phone, breathlessly. “The Bookshop on the Corner.”  “That’s the voice I know and love,” he said in his rich, husky tone. My heart fluttered, picturing him at the end of the line, his jet-black hair and flirty blue eyes. He simply had to flick me a look loaded with suggestion, and I’d be jelly-legged and lovestruck.

“What are you wearing?” he said.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I held back a laugh, eager to drag it out. So far our relationship had been more long-distance than anticipated, as he flew around the world report­ing on location. The stints apart left an ache in my heart, a numbness to my days. Luckily I had my books, and a sweep­ing romance or two helped keep the loneliness at bay.

“Tell me or I’ll be forced to Skype you and see for myself.”
The Abbey Bookshop, Latin Quarter, Paris, France: Anglophone bookstore in the city of love
Glancing down at my outfit, I grimaced: black tights, a black pencil skirt, and a pilled blue knit sweater, all as old as the hills of Ashford. Not exactly the type of answer Ridge was waiting for, or the way I wanted him to picture me, after so many weeks apart. “Those stockings you like, and…”

His voice returned with a growl. “Those stockings? With the little suspenders?”
I sat back into the chair behind the counter, fussing with my bangs. “The very same.”  He groaned. “You’re killing me. Take a photo…”

“There’s no need. If you’re good, I’ll wear the red ones tomorrow night.” I grinned wickedly. Our reunions were al­ways passionate affairs; he was a hands-on type of guy. Lucky for him, because it took a certain type of man to drag me from the pages of my books. When he was home we didn’t surface until one of us had to go to work. Loving Ridge had been a revelation, especially in the bedroom, where he took things achingly slow, drawing out every second. I flushed with desire for him.

There was a muffled voice and the low buzz of phones ringing. Ridge mumbled to someone before saying, “About tomorrow…” He petered out, regret in each syllable.
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I closed my eyes. “You’re not coming, are you?” I tried not to sigh, but it spilled out regardless. The lure of a bigger, better story was too much for him to resist, and lately the gaps between our visits grew wider. I understood his work was important, but I wanted him all to myself. A permanent fixture in the small town I lived in.

He tutted. “I’m sorry, baby. There’s a story breaking in Indonesia, and I have to go. It’ll only be for a week or two, and then I’ll take some time off.”

Outside, leaves fluttered slowly from the oak tree, swaying softly, until they fell to the ground. I wasn’t the nagging girl­friend sort—times like this though, I was tempted to be. Ridge had said the very same thing the last three times he’d canceled a visit. But invariably someone would call and ask Ridge to head to the next location; any time off would be cut short.

“I understand,” I said, trying to keep my voice bright. Sometimes I felt like I played a never-ending waiting game. Would it always be like this? “Just so you know, I have a very hot date this afternoon.”
Paris at Christmas Time 2019 – World In Paris
He gasped. “You better be talking about a fictional date.” His tone was playful, but underneath there was a touch of jealousy to it. Maybe it was just as hard on him, being apart. 

“One very hot book boyfriend…though not as delecta­ble as my real boyfriend—but a stand-in, until he returns.”

“Well, he better not keep you up half the night, or he’ll have me to answer to,” he faux threatened, and then said more seriously, “Things will slow down, Sarah. I want to be with you so much my soul hurts. But right now, while I’m freelance, I have to take whatever comes my way.”

“I know. I just feel a bit lost sometimes. Like someone’s hit pause, and I’m frozen on the spot.” I bit my lip, trying to work out how to explain it. “It’s not just missing you—I do understand about your job—it’s…everything. The bookshop sales dwindling, the rent jacked up, everyone going on about their business, while I’m still the same old Sarah.”
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I’d been at this very crossroad when I’d met Ridge, and he’d swept me off my feet, like the ultimate romance hero. For a while that had been enough. After all, wasn’t love al­ways the answer? Romance aside, life was a little stagnant, and I knew it was because of my fear of change. It wasn’t so much that I had to step from behind the covers of my books, rather plunge, perhaps. Take life by the scruff of the neck and shake it. But how?

“You’ve had a rough few weeks. That’s all. I’ll be back soon, and I’m sure there’s something I can do to make you forget everything…”

My belly flip-flopped at the thought. He would make me forget everything that was outside that bedroom door, but then he’d leave and it would all tumble back.  What exactly was I searching for? My friends were getting married and having babies. Buying houses and redecorating. Starting businesses. My life had stalled. I was an introvert, happiest hiding in the shadows of my shop, reading romances to laze the day away, between serving the odd customer or two—yet, it wasn’t enough. In small-town Connecticut, there wasn’t a lot to do. And life here—calm, peaceful—was fine, but that’s just it, fine wasn’t enough anymore. I had this fear that life was passing me by because I was too timid to take the reins.
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It was too hazy a notion of what I was trying to say, even to me. Instead of lumping Ridge with it, I changed tack. “I hope you know, you’re not leaving the house when you get home. Phones will be switched to silent, computers forgotten, and the only time we’re leaving the comfort of bed is when I need sustenance.” A good romp around the bedroom would suffice until I could pinpoint what it was that I wanted.

“How about I sort out the sustenance?” he said, his voice heavy with desire. “And then we’ll never have to leave.”  “Promises, promises,” I said, my breath hitching. I hoped this flash of longing would never wane, the sweet torture of anticipation. “I have to go, baby. I’ll call you tonight if it’s not too late once I’m in.”
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“Definitely call tonight! Otherwise, I can’t guarantee the book boyfriend won’t steal your girlfriend. He’s pretty hot, I’ll have you know.” “Why am I jealous of a fictional character?” He laughed, a low, sexy sound. “OK, tonight. Love you.”  “Love you too.”

He hung up, leaving me dazed, and a touch lonely know­ing that I wouldn’t see him the next day as planned.

I tried to shake the image of Ridge from my mind. If anyone walked in, they’d see the warm blush of my cheeks, and know exactly what I was thinking. Damn the man for being so attractive, and so effortlessly sexy.
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Shortly, the sleepy town of Ashford would wake under the gauzy light of October skies. Signs would be flipped to open, stoops swept, locals would amble down the road. Some would step into the bookshop and out of the cold, and spend their morning with hands wrapped around a mug of steaming hot tea, and reading in any one of the cozy nooks around the labyrinth-like shop.

I loved having a place for customers to languish.  Comfort was the key, and if you had a good book and a hot drink, what else could you possibly need to make you day brighter?  
Are you ready to read this cute new romance?  The Little Bookshop on the Seine is out today and available at Amazon*, Harlequin, Target, Amazon UK, Walmart, Barnes & Noble, Indiebound, Kobo, Google Play, and iBooks. You can find the prequel--The Little Bookshop on the Corner here on Amazon.  Thank you for joining me today.  I will return tomorrow with Collateral Damage by Lynette Eason.  The first book in Danger Never Sleeps series.  I hope that you have a delightful day.  Take care and Happy Reading!

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