Aged Like Fine Wine Series by Liz Alden

I’m alone and miserable in my favorite city in the world until a flirty–and much younger–man pretends to be my fiancé.I thought that by forty-two, I’d be happily married, but somehow, I’ve been the woman men want to date but don’t want to marry. And now, even my friends have left me alone in the city of love.Alone—except for Luc, the charming tour guide. He refuses to cancel the trip and reminds me what it’s like to feel sexy and desired... moreI’m alone and miserable in my favorite city in the world until a flirty–and much younger–man pretends to be my fiancé.I thought that by forty-two, I’d be happily married, but somehow, I’ve been the woman men want to date but don’t want to marry. And now, even my friends have left me alone in the city of love.Alone—except for Luc, the charming tour guide. He refuses to cancel the trip and reminds me what it’s like to feel sexy and desired. He even rekindles my love for Paris by showing me a side of the city few people see.Then we run into my ex . . . with his new fiancé on his arm and a smug look on his face.When Luc holds me close and tells a little lie, their surprise is so satisfying. Maybe a little too satisfying because I wind up in bed with my fake fiancé. The hottest night of my life certainly didn’t feel fake. Too bad I’m only here for the weekend. less

Moving across the world was hard. But moving into a mansion with Europe's hottest rockstar? That's harder still... I’ve pinched too many pennies. I’m in a foreign country, desperate for a decent place to live to stay close to my daughter. Enter my hero: Chris offers me a room at his house. Turns out, he’s a goth-punk musician who’s just launched into super-stardom and is striving to write the band’s next hit... moreMoving across the world was hard. But moving into a mansion with Europe's hottest rockstar? That's harder still... I’ve pinched too many pennies. I’m in a foreign country, desperate for a decent place to live to stay close to my daughter. Enter my hero: Chris offers me a room at his house. Turns out, he’s a goth-punk musician who’s just launched into super-stardom and is striving to write the band’s next hit. I’m struggling to pay the bills by teaching yoga while trying to navigate living with a grumpy heartthrob. His gravelly voice and tortured-artist vibes shouldn’t be so sexy, but as the temperature drops outside, things heat up inside. He may not treat his body like a temple, but he worships me. I’ve already been a widow once. I’m not going to do it again. Especially not for a bad boy. less