One Week in Paris by Roya Carmen ~ Blog Tour w/ 4.5 Star Review & Excerpt!

Title: One Week in Paris

Series: One Week Series

Author: Roya Carmen

Genre: Romance

Release Date: February 21, 2019

Kayla Wilson has her life together. For the most part. She has work she loves, great friends, and a friends-with-benefits arrangement which suits her just fine — she’s not interested in anything more. Although Oscar is sexy, fun and sweet, he’s way too immature to be taken seriously. The amazing sex is all she needs.

And her mother is getting married. In Paris!

Everything is roses until Kayla realizes that her mother’s fiancé is her old high school nemesis’ father. Looks like the boy who made her teenage life hell is about to become her stepbrother.

Matt Moore is as beautiful, rich and cocky as ever. And so is his father, Mark. Can she trust either of them? Will Matt bring out all her insecurities again? Will Mark hurt her mother? Is her mother making the biggest mistake of her life?

With Oscar’s and her friend Corrie’s help, Kayla is determined to break up the wedding.

Will she succeed or fail gloriously? Who will she hurt along the way? And who will she come to truly know and love in the end?

The third novel in the One Week series, One Week in Paris explores the bonds of friendship and family, painful pasts, and the beautiful city of Paris.

Author’s note: One Week in Paris contains explicit scenes and some coarse language — for adult audiences. The book can be read as a standalone, but if you plan to read the whole series, it is best to do so in chronological order to avoid spoilers.

Feels 4
Steam 4
Storyline 5
Overall Rating 4.5
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Robin

Kayla likes her life. She has wonderful friends. She loves her work. She has a friends-with-benefits relationship with her neighbor. Everything is easy, the way she likes it. But when her mother decides on a whim to get married in Paris, Kayla is stunned. The more she looks into her mother’s future husband, she discovers he’s is a serial cheater and his son bullied Kayla in school. With help from her friends, Kayla is determined to break up the wedding. Will Kayla succeed in protecting her mother or end up finding true love herself?

“Lust is an emotion, therefore it does not follow logic, or common sense. It’s wild and unpredictable. And that’s what’s so damn scary about it.”

Kayla’s story just about killed me. I loved it…of course…but my heart was all twisted up with Oscar and Matt and her relationship with her mom. Such an emotionally touching story about broken people and being brave enough to move forward. I won’t even tell you how many times I said “nooooo!!!” out loud. I wanted to tug Kayla aside and say “make good choices!” But our heroines never listen to us. Despite my angst, this book is an entertaining page turner with characters you can’t help but fall in love with. And I really fell for one guy in particular. Wow.

Roya Carmen always sucks me in these angsty relationships and people making emotional decisions. It’s like an accident I can’t look away from. I literally pick up the book and can’t read it non-stop with my hands covering my eyes half the time. She gets me every single time.

April’s Blog of Awesomeness – “Add in the beautiful background of Paris and the feels, romance and angst and there’s One Week in Paris.”

Cupcakes and bookshelves – “The feels kept me enthralled and intrigued as to what would happen next. I REALLY did LOVE IT.”

Magic Beyond the Covers Book Blog – “Amazingly beautiful!”

A voice startles me. “Sorry, I’m late.”

It takes just a second for my brain to process the sound, the sound of a man’s voice, relatively young, not too deep. A Vermont accent not much different than my own. Yet, there’s something chilling about it, something that makes me uncomfortable, on edge.

When I open my eyes, I recognize him in an instant. Before my brain can even process him, my body reacts to him in ways that completely surprise me. Who would have thought that after ten years, he could still affect me this way. I feel nauseated, the taste of bile rises in my throat. A few seconds ago, I was completely fine, but now I’m clammy and hot. My hands are shaking, and my voice is gone, just like it always was around him years ago.

He hasn’t changed one bit. He still has the same piercing blue eyes and dirty blond hair, always kept a little too long. He still has that laissez-faire air of a boy who knows he has the world at his feet.

I fell hopelessly in love with him the first day I met him, a warm day in September, in seventh grade. He was the new kid on the block, and I was the shy self-conscious overweight girl. We’d met at the corner store next to the school. I would often sneak over there to buy treats because my mom wouldn’t let me have any — there were no sweets at our house. Dessert once a week was the rule.

I had bought a chocolate bar and a bag of jujubes. When I’d accidentally dropped the bag, and quite a few had fallen out, I was devastated. Matt picked them up quickly, one by one. “Five second rule,” he said, and popped one in his mouth. He gave me the other ones. I couldn’t help but smile.

I fell in love that instant.

We sat together on the picnic bench next to the store. He popped his bag of Doritos open and offered me one. I politely declined.

“Thank you so much,” I said to him, “for saving my jujubes. I don’t get to have candy often.”

“Me either.” He helped himself to another Dorito. “My mother is a health freak. My dad is a workaholic.”

I studied him carefully from head to toe. We were from different worlds. He was obviously a rich kid. His shoes alone were probably worth more than my whole wardrobe.

“Me too,” I told him. “My mother won’t let me have candy either.”

“Why?” he asked, as if it were not completely obvious. One look at me was enough to answer that question.

I stared at the ground as I dug into my bag of jujubes and reached for another one. “She thinks I’m fat. She says I need to lose weight.”

He smiled. “Don’t listen to her. Parents don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Did he really not see it? Did he think I was just fine the way I was? My mother didn’t. And my dad certainly didn’t either. Unlike my mom, he wasn’t polite about it. He’d always call me his ‘little tubs’.

“Are you new here?” I asked, an attempt to make conversation, and to learn everything there was to know about him.

“Yeah, we just moved here. My dad just started a real estate law firm. Apparently, the real estate market in this town is booming.”

I smiled. “I don’t know much about that.” I thought about my sad little apartment, and knew I’d never invite him to my place.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Kayla,” I said. “Kayla Wilson.”

He offered me his hand with a big smile. He had the biggest, brightest most charming grin I’d ever seen. “Matt Moore.”

Butterflies were dancing in my stomach. “Nice to meet you, Matt Moore.”

From that moment on, I was obsessed. I thought this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, possibly more. I couldn’t even let my twelve-year old brain go there.

I had no clue that it was actually the start of my own personal nightmare.

Roya Carmen is a busy mom, romance writer, designer, bookworm, chocoholic, and hopeless romantic. There’s nothing she enjoys more than making up stories about love, and sharing them with her readers.