Paris Mon Amour Isabel Costello

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The first time I caused terrible harm to the people I love it was an accident. The second is the reason I’m here.

When Alexandra discovers that her husband Philippe is having an affair, she can’t believe he’d risk losing the love that has transformed both their lives.

Still in shock, Alexandra finds herself powerfully attracted to a much younger man. Jean-Luc Malavoine is twenty-three, intense and magnetic. He’s also the son of Philippe’s best friend.

With every increasingly passionate liaison, Alexandra is pulled deeper into a situation that threatens everyone she holds dear.

love all things French and the backdrop of this novel, the beautiful Paris is perfectly fitting.

Alexandra, who at the age of 40, has an insecurity with her mother, an artist. So when she ‘suggests’ that Alexandra’s husband is seeing someone else, Alexandra doesn’t really know what to do.

Life’s lessons mould people and Alexandra’s life is not untouched by tragedy and sadness. However, I think this story is more about about the two men in her life, her husband Phillippe and the gorgeous, but incorrigible  Jean-Luc.

Costello’s debut novel is beautiful. It is emotionally charged and elegantly penned. It is not a silly romance tale, it has a grown-up intelligent feel to it. It also has a certain sexiness in the way it is written. Such lines as…my skirt was deeply creased over the hips and my underwear was chafing at my skin, give Alexandra a more  womanly elucidation. OK, we know she’s a woman, but would we know she’s a sexual being in need of manly contact and monogamous love if it wasn’t for these ‘suggestions’.

I fell completely into this read, and absolutely loved it.



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