Cowgirls Love French Kisses
A Texan cowgirl. A cinnamon roll Frenchman. Three months in Paris and a single bed…
Picture this: a sassy Texas gal—that’s me—stumbles into the country that invented romance. Croissants, cobblestone streets, the whole Frenchie-French works!
And then her passport’s stolen.
Enter Mathieu, who I don’t trust for a minute after my first thieving Frenchman experience, but it turns out that’s he’s as sweet as crème brûlée with a cinnamon roll heart. We spend hours pouring out our souls as only two strangers can do. And since I have no hostel…
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