Documentary producer, Pearl Robinson, is a beautiful and smart 40-year-old divorcee but has not had a date for over two years. When she meets Alexandre Chevalier, a young French, Internet success story, she's stunned by his charm, beauty and sophistication, and startled by her strong feelings and desire for a man fifteen years her junior.
His looks, wealth and worldwide triumph with his social media site, HookedUp, means this powerful billionaire can get any woman he chooses, but there is something about Pearl he finds irresistible...
The couple begins a passionate affair and Pearl's body is awakened in ways she never imagined possible. She is consumed by him and his magical touch. But jealous family members, Pearl's insecurities and other external forces are threatening to pull them apart.
This three-book series, Forty Shades of Pearl, Shadows of Pearl and Shimmers of Pearl follow the couple's tumultuous and heart-rending relationship.
Will Pearl's shadowy past and Alexandre's dark secrets meld them together as one, or split them apart once and for all?
Arianne Richmonde is an American writer and artist who was raised in both the US and Europe. She is the author of Forty Shades of Pearl, Shadows of Pearl and Shimmers of Pearl, all full length novels in The Pearl Trilogy. She has also written Glass- an erotic short story. She is currently writing a new novel, a suspense.
She lives with her husband and furry family in France.
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Excerpt: WHEN PEARL AND ALEXANDRE FIRST MEET
It’s both a comforting and disconcerting fact that there’s a franchise coffee shop on practically every corner of NYC. You don’t have to go far to feed your addiction. I shuffle through the door, now back in my sneakers – New York City sidewalks do not favor high heels for any period of time. You can tell how long someone has been living in New York by their footwear. Comfort first. Heels are for visitors. Or women from New Jersey.
I stand in line and ponder over the rich choice I am presented with. A wave of guilt washes over me as I mentally tot up the money I’ve spent on superfluous coffee breaks over the years – money needed by charities, for water wells somewhere, for a child’s education. Stop! Life isn’t fair. Yum, Mocha Cookie Delight...coffee blended with mocha sauce, vanilla syrup, chocolaty chips, milk and ice. Or a Vanilla Cappuccino - coffee flavored with vanilla and blended with milk and ice – and fewer calories.
A man’s voice interrupts my chocolaty train of thought.
“So how did you enjoy the conference?” His accent is foreign, his voice deep and melodic.
I look up, feeling now dwarfed in my flat sneakers, petite against his tall, solid frame. The first thing I notice, at eye level, is the definition of his pec muscles underneath his sun-faded, pale blue T-shirt. He’s tanned; I see he has a name tag just like mine from the InterWorld conference, which reads: Alexandre Chevalier. My gaze rises higher and I observe a pair of penetrating peridot-green eyes rimmed with dark lashes, friendly yet intense, looking down at me. His hair is dark, his face unmistakably European - yes, dare I say it, he even looks French, the profile of his nose strong, the jaw defined. He’s so handsome I feel a frisson shoot up my spine. He’s smiling at me. My stomach flips. I’m speechless with surprise.
“Your name tag,” he clarifies. “Were you at that conference around the corner?”
“Yes, I was.” I can’t say any more. I feel like a teenager. My mind is doing acrobatics, trying to figure out why his presence makes no sense at all. This man must have borrowed the tag of the real Alexandre Chevalier. Why?
He’s at the front of the line, now, talking in French to another woman. She looks familiar. I feel an inexplicable pang of jealousy. Absurd! I don’t even know him. Get a grip! But then realize−
“I’ll pay for whatever this lady’s having too,” he tells the woman serving behind the counter, and he pulls out a wad of notes. I notice a stash of hundred dollar bills which he is trying to surreptitiously stuff back into his jeans’ pocket, without drawing attention to himself.
He turns back to me and looks at my name tag. “For Pearl,” he adds, rolling his tongue around the R of Pearl.
My name suddenly sounds beautiful, not like a pseudonym a hooker might use, which is what I was relentlessly teased for in high school.
“Pearl,” he says again. “What a beautiful name. I’ve never heard that before. As a name, I mean.”
“Well, my parents were kind of hippies. Thanks for the compliment, though. I’ll have a....a...um, I’ll have a vanilla cappuccino, please. You really don’t have to do that - buy me my drink, I mean.”
I fumble about in my ‘handbag’ - although it seems more like an overnight bag - and try to locate my wallet. I’m not used to strangers buying me drinks. My fingers can’t seem to find my wallet, anyway. I often fantasize about inventing an inside handbag light that switches on automatically whenever you open it – I’d make millions – they’d be sold at supermarket checkouts nationwide. My bag is pitch dark inside, I can see nothing.
“And what’s your name?” I ask, still not believing that this man before me is Alexandre Chevalier, the twenty-four year-old nerd in the hoodie, as he appeared in the online photo. This Alexandre is sophisticated – looks way older than that. Even though he’s just in T-shirt and jeans, he’s stylish. Very Alpha Male - yet oozing je ne sais quoi. I could describe him as ‘beautiful’ but he is so much more than that. There is an aura surrounding him of power and sexuality yet blended with an unassuming sort of friendliness as if his good looks are accidental somehow.
He laughs. His teeth flash white and are almost, but not quite - perfect. An almost perfect, ever so slightly, crooked smile - disconcertingly sexy. “Very funny,” he replies tapping his long fingers on his Alexandre Chevalier name tag. “Oh, this is my sister, Sophie.”
The Sophie sounds like Soffy. His accent is disarming me. I think of those classic, 1960’s French films - Alain Delon movies - yes, he does have that air about him - a young Alain Delon - mixed with the raw, untamed sex-appeal of Jean Paul Belmondo in his prime – What was that film? Ah yes, À Bout de Souffle - Breathless was its translation. That’s how I feel now…
Forty Shades of Pearl (Click here to listen to the Forty Shades of Pearl soundtrack)
1.) Emmanuelle (Pierre Bachelet and Herve Roy)
2.) Come to me High (Rumer)
3.) Under My Thumb (The Rolling Stones)
4.) Gymnopedie no 1 (Erik Sati)
5.) At Last (performed by Etta James)
6.) Prelude in E Minor by Chopin
7.) Black Cherry (Goldfrapp)
8.) Nothing Compares 2 U (Sinead O’Connor)
9.) Black Coffee (performed by Julie London)
10.) Sex Machine (James Brown)
11.) Is This Love? (Bob Marley)
12.) What a Wonderful World (Louis Armstrong)
13.) Crazy For You (Madonna)
14.) Mrs. Robinson (Simon and Garfunkel)
15.) If I Were A Boy (Beyonce)
16.) You’re So Vain (Carly Simon)
17.) Je T’aime….Moi Non Plus (Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg)
Shadows of Pearl (Click here to listen to the Shadows of Pearl soundtrack)
1.) Brahms Lullaby
2.) Autumn in New York (Sarah Vaughn)
3.) Hotel California
4.) Surfin' USA (The Beach Boys)
5.) Woman (Neneh Cherry)
6.) Witchcraft (Frank Sinatra)
7.) I kissed a Girl and I Like It (Katy Perry)
8.) Leaving on a Jet Plane (John Denver - sung by Chantal Kreviazuk)
9.) She's a Rainbow (The Rolling Stones)
10.) Foolin' Myself (Billie Holiday)
Shimmers of Pearl (Click here to listen to the Shimmers of Pearl soundtrack)
1.) Sweet Dreams (Patsy Cline)
2.) I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor)
3.) Ben (Michael Jackson)
4.) Little Things (One Direction)
5.) Nobody Does It Better (Carly Simon)
6.) Mon Ami (Kim)
7.) Here Comes The Sun (The Beatles)
8.) Non, Je ne Regrette Rien (Edith Piaf)
9.) Young At Heart (Frank Sinatra)
10.) Starman (David Bowie)
Well, there you have it, all about Pearl! I'm delighted to be part of this blog tour and very much look forward to reading all about Pearl and Alexandre! How about you?