Release Week Event: [EXCERPT] Paris Love Match by Nigel Blackwell

Paris Love Match
by Nigel Blackwell
Publisher: Bandit Publishing
Release date: May 2, 2013
Genre: Romance humorous
Age Group: New Adult
Event organized by: AToMR Tours

Book Description:
Getting a taxi in Paris can be hell.

Piers Chapman expected a boring business trip to Paris.
What he didn't expect was to fight over a cab with a beautiful girl.

After a bad meeting, Sidney Roux just wanted to hail a cab, go home, and have a glass of wine.
She didn't expect to fight over a cab with some pompous British tourist.

Neither of them expected another man to jump in their cab.
Or to be involved in a gun fight.
Or a car chase through the streets of Paris.
Or for the man to die.

But they're thrust together when the mob demands they return what the dead man stole.

Will Piers and Sidney work together?
Will they find what he had stolen?
Will they stay alive?

And will they do the last thing they expected?
Will they fall in love?

Nigel Blackwell was born in rural Oxfordshire in England. He has a love of books, a PhD in Physical Chemistry, and a black belt in pointing out the obvious. As a teenager he toured Europe and loved seeing the wonders of the world and the people in it. Since then he has been fortunate enough to travel across Europe, North America, the Middle East, and Japan, and hasn't been anywhere that doesn't have the potential for a story.

He now lives in Texas with his wife and daughter, where they enjoy the sunshine and listen to the coyotes howl at night.

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She stomped off, taking the umbrella. He watched her dance around the phone box, standing outside it, inserting her money, and holding the receiver with the tips of her fingers. She kept it at a distance from her mouth, spoke loudly, hung up, and walked back. “Done.”
“Where did you tell them we’d been spotted?”
She pointed back the way they had come. “Down the street, turn left, then ten more blocks.”
“What? So this is the quickest route?”
She nodded, “Yeah.”
“Oh my god.” He slapped his forehead. “We wanted to get rid of them, not bring them to us.”
Around the corner shouts broke out among the police officers. With a squeal of tires, a string of police cars headed in their direction. Piers grabbed her hand, ready to run. She pulled him back, shoved him against the wall, and pressed herself hard against him. She popped open the umbrella and flipped it over her shoulder, blocking them from view, then pressed her face into his neck.
Piers heart thumped. “I—“
She shushed him and wrapped her leg around his, rubbing the back of her ankle up and down his leg. “Act natural. No Parisian will notice a kissing couple,” she whispered, “just don’t you dare let your hands wander.”
“I—“
“Shut up, I know it must be difficult for you, but act like you’re enjoying it.”
He folded his arms around her and stroked her back. Her breath was warm on his neck. He tilted his head to press his face to hers. He could feel her bra and the softness of her body pushing against him. She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, squeezing his biceps playfully.
The tension in his limbs dissolved and a warm glow spread through him. A calm smile spread across his face. She rubbed her hand across his shoulders and her long hair brushed against his ear. He closed his eyes and squeezed her tight.
“You only have to act like you’re enjoying it,” she said.
He opened his eyes and loosened his hold. “I am,” he cleared his throat, “acting.”
“You better be.”
A cavalcade of cars and motorbikes raced by, sirens blaring. He pulled the umbrella in closer to make sure their faces were obscured. The sounds diminished and he risked looking out. “They’re gone.”
Sidney slid from him. He let his arms fall away slowly. He breathed out, stifling a sigh, and didn’t breathe back in. Her leaving him felt like a physical blow. It took all his willpower not to reach out for her. The rain had made her tousled curls a vague memory, but her eyes were bright and, even in the cold, her high cheekbones had a natural tint to them, the slightest of pinks, just enough to accentuate the flawless white of her skin.
He watched, mesmerized, as she opened her mouth. “Now what?”
“Huh?”
“I said now what? I did my bit by phoning from the pee-box. What’s next?”
He shook his head and took a gulp of cold air. The adrenaline and tension returned to his muscles. “Right, we have to go.”