#BlogTour #Extract ~ Someday in Paris by Olivia Lara @olilara_writes #Romance @rararesources

Welcome to my stop of the blog tour for Someday in Paris, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources. 

Today I have an extract for you, but first we’ll see what the book is about.

‘An epic, sweeping romance about soulmates and second chances’ Holly Miller. 

‘An absolutely unforgettable love story’ Mandy Baggot. 

‘A deeply moving, richly evocative story of love, loss and the power of hope’ Miranda Dickinson. 

Finding the one is only the beginning… 

1954. Zara is fifteen the first time she meets Leon. During a power cut in a small French museum, the two spend one short hour in the dark talking about their love for art, Monet and Paris. Neither knows what the other looks like. Both know their lives will never be the same. 

1963. In Paris, Leon no longer believes he will ever find the girl he lost that night. After dreaming about him for years, Zara thinks she has already found him. When they meet at an exhibition, they don’t recognise each other – yet the way they feel is so familiar… 

Over the course of twenty years, Zara and Leon are destined to fall in love again and again. But will they ever find a way to be together? 

‘It’s about dreams and taking chances. Missed opportunities and mistakes. Loss and sacrifice. But above all, it is about love. The kind of love that survives time, distance… even death. The kind of love I wish for you.’ 

A magical new love story about star-crossed lovers, perfect for hopeless romantics and fans of One Day and The Notebook. 

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Maybe one day we could both go to Paris and look for the painting. Or to Giverny. That’s where Monet lived. My great-grandfather visited him there often. He used to go with him by the entrance to the forest and watch him as he painted. Isn’t that something? Le Havre too. I know all the places where he lived and painted. We could do a tour.’

‘I would love to—’ she started, but was interrupted by the guard’s baritone voice from a way away.

‘You can call for him, but I seriously doubt he’s here. The museum has been closed for over an hour. I was just doing my final round before locking up for the night.’ There was a metallic noise then silence. ‘What did you say his name is?’

Another man responded. ‘It’s alright, I’ll do it.’

‘Suit yourself,’ said the watchdog.

Zara didn’t move. They sounded close. Probably at the library’s entrance. She could see the light from the guard’s flashlight.

‘Leon, I know you’re in here. Vincent saw you running this way. If you’re not back at the bus in ten minutes, I’m calling the police. You give me no choice. You hear me?’ he bellowed.

‘Leon? Is that your name?’


‘Who is the man looking for you?’

‘My teacher. We’re all on a field trip here. At the public library. I kind of sneaked out.’

‘Then you’re in trouble. You should go.’

‘Big trouble probably. It was worth it though,’ he whispered.

Zara wasn’t used to such directness and didn’t know how to react at first. What she did know was that without her help, he’d get caught.

‘Come on, I’ll take you out. Where’s the bus parked?’ she asked.

‘In the town square.’

‘Alright. If you make a run for it, you’ll get there before him. When you exit, take the first street to your left then run all the way to the end and turn right. That’s the square.’

‘Uh huh,’ he said, sounding a bit lost and unconvinced.

‘Let’s go,’ she said.

‘Where? I can’t see anything,’ he grumbled. ‘Give me your hand.’

The moment their hands touched, this time on purpose, she felt that sensation again. It was more powerful now. Almost like a bolt of lightning went through her body.

They tiptoed out, walking carefully along the walls and stopping at corners. She saw the light from the guard’s flashlight going up the stairs. Here was their chance. ‘Let’s run,’ she said when they arrived at the exit sign before she realized she was still holding the Monet book.

‘I can’t. I wish I could, but I have to put the book back, or I’ll be in trouble too.’

‘I’ll wait for you,’ he said.

‘Don’t. You have less than five minutes to get back. You heard your teacher.’

He moved in closer. Their faces were inches away. ‘I don’t want to go.’

She didn’t want him to go either.

About the Author

OLIVIA LARA was born and raised in Bucharest in a family of booklovers and storytellers. Since university she has worked as a journalist and marketer in Romania, France and the United States. She is currently a marketing executive in San Francisco and lives in the Bay Area with her husband, young daughter and four cats. Someday in Paris is her first novel.

Social Media Links ~ Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Website

Olivia is running a Goodreads giveaway for 50 kindle copies of Someday in Paris. Open to US only as per Goodreads latest rules.

Praise for Someday in Paris

‘I absolutely adored this book and stayed up late at night to finish it!! I couldn’t put it down. This was a truly epic love story’ Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 

‘Magical, all-encompassing and timeless; an unforgettable romance’ NetGalley reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 

‘Without question 5.0 Exquisite Stars!! There are not enough magical adjectives to describe the beauty of this story!! Someday in Paris moved me beyond words and to quite a few tears’ Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 

‘Some books leave you a print in your heart which make them difficult to forget … Emotive, sweet and unforgettable … The most beautiful book I’ve read in a while!’ NetGalley reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 

‘This is a book for hopeless romantics, for those who dare to dream, and for those who believe in true love everlasting … I could not put it down’ Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 

‘This book left me speechless. I haven’t read such an amazing story in a long time’ Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 

‘I absolutely loved this book … The story kept me hanging on and reading late into the night’ Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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