Publisher: Hautecoeur Press
Pages: 198
Language: English
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Format: Paperback & eBook
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What’s
the most amazing thing you’ve ever done?
Take a
moment, close both eyes, summon your most exaggerated fantasy, and multiply by
1000.
Feel
the extraordinary moment for a minute…then multiply it all by 1000 again.
That’s
this story. It’s your story too.
If you
were ever a little girl, or even a little boy with a romantic soul, you would
have known very early on, that someday love would require you to do wonderfully
ridiculous things.
And so, I’m going to explain to you, why the most intriguing thing
you will ever want to do, is get on a plane and fly to an exotic dinner, at
some elegant trois-étoiles across the
ocean in Paris
First Chapter:
Love Is Magic
I want to be in love one day,
A perfect love such that my prince would whisk me off
for one enchanted night to Paris
One reckless night, that we might steal a blissful
kiss upon some bridge at dawn,
A kiss we will remember all our lives.
And when we’re back home and all alone, I’d buy him
socks; ‘cause he’s my man,
Mine and mine alone!
---A.
Phillip-Hautecoeur
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What’s the most amazing thing
you’ve ever done?
Take a moment, close both
eyes, summon your most exaggerated fantasy, and multiply by 1000.
Feel the extraordinary moment
for a minute…then multiply it all by 1000 again.
That’s this story. It’s your
story too.
If you were ever a little
girl, or even a little boy with a romantic soul, you would have known very
early on, that someday love would require you to do wonderfully ridiculous
things.
And so, I’m going
to explain to you, why the most intriguing thing you will ever want to do, is
get on a plane and fly to an exotic dinner, at some elegant trois-étoiles across the ocean in Paris
But in the meantime,
I must relate a fascinating story about an enchanting French woman named Eff.
Don’t be anxious;
she’s not enchanting in any Hollywood sort of way;
she’s just extraordinarily normal, bordering on blasé. Like you, Eff hasn’t uncovered
a remedy for some troublesome affliction; neither, for that matter, invoked an
imperative on Pandora to rid the world of all its difficulties. However, just
as the moth flutters its wings in Blankpen
Forest Eretria
I’m convinced that every
endeavor has an ultimate. Love has its own ultimate bucket list, with just one
item on it.
We all daydream, imagining
our one extreme voluptuous fantasy. We all wish to one day say, “I had the most
amazing day of my entire life,” about a totally consuming, outrageously
enchanting, completely romantic day where we’re transported on a cloud tomorrow
going home. We all secretly dream of one exquisite night in Paris
Imagine the Cinderella story—prince,
carriage, and horses with white mice for footmen—finessed into its more modern
version, the Pretty Woman movie,
especially the part where he takes her out for the night all dressed up to
dinner in the shiny jet. You quietly hope that at some point it will be your
turn, sailing through a deep dark night, a thousand glittering stars above,
smoldering city lights below, an overwhelming promise of romance and
enchantment crowned with an elegant dinner, champagne, and a princely dream. And perhaps, innocently unaware, you find
yourself humming the opening bars to, “Someday My Prince Will Come,” knowing
that the enchanting promise of romance will happen for you—someday.
The most amazing day of your
entire life—part fantasy, part luxury, all enchanting, all true. I’ve always
wanted to nonchalantly say, “Forget the moon; let’s go to Paris
Every princess deserves a
perfectly romantic prince. They deserve to live the promise of one truly
amazing day and night together—an incredible fantasy, a doable fairytale where,
for a moment, passions cause kisses to conjure frogs into royals.
Because life is love and
fairies wings, and somehow a bit short, we all should at least once:
Share an outrageously perfect
dinner just for two at a lavish 3-Star table in Paris
Sip a sublimely effervescent
bottle of French champagne (or three).
Be enchanted by the Tower’s
sparkle at midnight as
reflected light from diamonds twinkle through our lover’s eyes.
Spend one perfect night
secreted in a little room for two at the Plaza, Crillon, or Ritz.
Have one flawlessly
orchestrated day and night in a place where luxury, history, glittering lights,
and fantasy describe the perfect fairytale.
Have room service lay a simple
breakfast just for two.
Just once, if only once.…
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More than just love, I adore
my wife. Seriously. I say that with resolute certainty and fascination. Not
like one degenerate drunk to another, avoiding getting off a precariously
tilting barstool to delay going home. Falling in love is a matter of immaculate
magical hope. And we all hope, deep in our hearts, that we’ll be in love one
day and that it will last and last forever.
The trick with magic is that
even though it’s improbable, it sometimes happens anyway, usually when you
don’t expect it. I certainly never do. Still, to awkwardly stumble upon the
woman of your dreams who’s come to New
York Paris
I once read a book by a
British author attempting to explain the relative dichotomy concerning randomness
and luck. He suggested that there are ways in which to make yourself lucky.
Basically his recommendation was; keep a positive attitude, be inquisitively
sociable, and remain open and expectant of the wonderful benefaction that life
might present. It all seemed perfectly reasonable to me.
Being on time has always been
a matter of high principal for me. That’s the only reason I happened to be
where I was at the time.
Madison Bistro is an old-ish
French restaurant on Madison
Avenue and Thirty-Seventh Street New York City New York Brooklyn .
Today I was in Manhattan America
There are no bookstores or other
shops on that stretch of Madison Avenue, so to suck up the extra minutes I thought
to have a coffee at the bistro. The restaurant door had been left open as it
was a relatively balmy November evening—November 7, to be exact.
There’s the rare instance in
everyone’s life when you have the experience that the world, without
necessarily stopping, slows so dramatically that you’re absolutely certain
you’re on a movie set being directed by an invisible intuition. Approaching the
entrance at Madison Bistro was my only such experience ever.
The building isn’t very wide,
only about eighteen feet. The entrance is a small, brown, old-fashioned door to
the right. Immediately inside, there is a bar to the left that runs for maybe
fifteen feet and takes up the entire width of the room, except perhaps a three-foot-wide
walkway, leading at its end, to the seating area a few quick steps down.
I’m at
the door. The director must have yelled, “Quiet!” since I’m not conscious of
hearing anything anymore; and then… “Action!”
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One Exquisite Night in Paris
Andre Phillip-Hautecoeur defines himself as, “…not a writer really.” He simply had an urge to write something about Paris .
It’s the city exactly at the intersection of romance, history, fantasy and enchantment; everyone faces Paris in some form of a dream. He came to know and love Paris hanging onto the hem of his wife’s skirt. She’s Parisian, she’s everything French without constraint; she makes understanding all of Parisness a pleasure. An understanding which made him want to write.
Together they make home between New York and Paris . Shuttling back and forth continues to be the ultimate dream.
His latest book is the contemporary romance, One Exquisite Paris Night.
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