Meet Me in Paris

I have a plan…but the city of love has a plan of its own.

My late grandfather’s inheritance has two conditions:
1) Not a cent until I’ve traveled Europe for a month. (I mean, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.)
2) My estranged sisters and I must travel together. (Sister bonding. Gag.)

Oh, and a third condition—our journey starts in Paris. City of Love. The place I’ve dreamed of visiting since I first spotted a postcard of the Eiffel Tower at age six.

I’ve seen nearly every English movie about Paris ever made. I’ve studied French for years. I even have a bucket list of romantic experiences I want to have there with the first handsome Parisian I can find. (Seine River Tour, anyone?)
There’s just one problem. It’s also where my childhood best friend, Hunter, lives.
The last time I saw the boy next door, he kissed me on the hood of his beat-up Pontiac and asked me to move to Paris with him.
He should have known I couldn’t say yes. With my life crumbling and all my messy family problems—I told you about my sisters, right?—I couldn’t just leave it all behind. Ultimately, it’s fear that’s kept me rooted in the same small town I’ve lived in my entire life. What if Paris isn’t everything I dreamed it would be, after all?
And worse—what if being with Hunter is?
Nope, definitely safer to leave my dreams in the past. I’ll slip into the city, check off my list, and escape without ever seeing my best friend. I’ll get this stupid trip over with, put money in the bank, and live happily ever after without him as was always the plan. Above all, I’ll finally forget that toe-curling kiss between us ever happened at all.

Paris, here I come.
Three sisters. Three cities. A traveling family saga full of misadventures, laughter, forgiveness, and falling in love.