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Paris Locked - Out Now!
The romantic city should work its magic but affixing a lovelock on a bridge backfires disastrously for Marian and Jason, leaving the couple floundering emotionally and morally. What do you do when decency demands that you do one thing, but your family needs another?
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Marian and Jason come to Paris for Marian’s French debut art exhibition while hoping to save their collapsing marriage.
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The impact of their lovelock reaches out to hurt the most unlikely and vulnerable people, leaving the couple lost in competing responsibilities in an event of international significance.
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Paris Locked is available online for preorder as both an e-book and print on demand. It is also available from bookstores in many countries through print on demand.
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Excerpts
The wire grille siding of the slender bridge bristled with lovelocks. Snapped impulsively off luggage, common brass locks were at odds with the ornamental. Marian imagined the brassy sweet nothings had been transformed into costume jewellery with the bridge now a jumbo brooch. She felt a tickle as a ragged rainbow of fraying ribbons slapped like desiccated flesh, swishing on her sleeve, marking individual locks for return visits. Pink, green and yellow tags flicked like wild things the whole length of the bridge, but that was not all. Shiny stickers spotted the rail with their repeated message: ‘FOREIGNERS OUT’. Red, white, blue. Red, white, blue. Her eyes followed the dots along the railing. There were too many for the work of a single xenophobe.
Marian wandered until she found herself on rue de Rivoli and the controversial renovation of the Samaritaine department store, with the river side to retain its historic stone façade and the rue de Rivoli side to have the shock of rippled glass. Individual parts of the hoardings were linked by short industrial chains spotted, of course, with chains of snaking lovelocks… How had lovelocks travelled from their probable beginning in Italian fiction, and then onto a real bridge—the Ponte Milvio in Rome—and then to a dusty hoarding in Paris? Marian’s thoughts free-flowed. Lovelocks were attached to bridges which were metaphors of transition. Falling in love was a transitional state. So far, that made sense. The choice of iconic bridges also made sense, but then…the absurdly popular, irrepressible expression of eternal love via a lovelock had exploded in popular imagination and seized on any bridge. Then any icon. And now…anywhere.