Title: Diamonds are Forever
A Diamond Magnate Novel
Series: Diamonds are Forever Trilogy #3
Author: Charmaine Pauls
Genre: Dark Romance
A Diamond Magnate Novel
Series: Diamonds are Forever Trilogy #3
Author: Charmaine Pauls
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: September 15, 2020
Blurb
My love is
wasted like gemstones in the dust, walked over by an oblivious shoe. It takes
many suffering years and layers of mountains to squeeze carbon into a precious
stone. Now that I’m polished and hard like a diamond, he doesn’t get to kick me
back into the dirt.
Men like
him don’t love women like me.
They don’t
love.
Period.
But he made
me.
He’ll live
with me.
Because
diamonds are forever.
(Diamonds
are Forever concludes this trilogy. Diamonds in the Dust (Book 1) and Diamonds in the Rough
(Book 2) must be read to follow the story.)
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Excerpt
The walk
and fresh air do me good. I feel invigorated when I get to an open-air textile
market I remember from driving past here once. The smell of grilled chestnuts
from the vendor stand mixes with the odor of chemical dye from the fabric.
Weaving through the aisles, I drag the familiar perfume into my lungs. Despite
my situation, my spirits lift. It’s like the smell of roasted beans when
entering a coffee shop on a cold morning or the welcoming scent of ink and
paper in a bookstore on a lazy afternoon. Only, it’s the cocktail of threads
and colors that makes my heart beat faster. With it comes the rush of memories
from the fashion academy and, like an answering echo, a wave of nostalgia. I
miss this. I miss the slide of fabric through my fingers and the soothing hum
of a sewing machine.
A piece of
organza hanging from a wooden rail lifts in the breeze. The floral print
catches my eye. It’s pink and lilac, soft and lovely. I said I was done with
sewing, but maybe it’s because I’ve been stuck on my old designs. Romantic
designs. Walking to a stand with a much statelier roll of navy linen, I rub the
coarse fabric between my fingers. Maybe I was looking at the wrong dreams.
“Would you
like this fabric, ma’am?” the vendor asks.
I look up.
The woman has a friendly smile. A red scarf tied around her hair brings out the
warm tone of her skin and eyes.
I don’t
have any money on me. I didn’t even know this was my destination when I started
walking. “Oh, I’m just browsing.”
“Please cut
the lady however much she wants,” a deep voice says.
I spin on
my heel. The sight of him takes my breath away even after all this time. With
his hands shoved into his pockets, Maxime’s stance is relaxed, but I recognize
the power running underneath. As always, he’s dressed immaculately. Even his
casual street clothes scream of sophistication and a keen sense of fashion. A
roll-neck black T-shirt and fitted pants are rounded off with a brown coat,
matching scarf, and short boots, but it’s not the clothes that define the man.
It’s his presence. It’s how he dominates the space and demands attention. It’s
what that look on his face promises.
Women stop
talking to stare. I stare, too. I take in the familiar sharp chin and deep
lines, the crooked nose and bump on the bridge, the gray eyes that cut through
defenses and intentions, and the strong mouth that makes knees weak. His hair
is ruffled, curlier from the humid air, and the longer sideburns give him an
artistic look. He could be an eccentric painter or a brilliant rocket
scientist, a mafia boss or a man bathing a woman on his knees. He could be a
jet fighter pilot or a diamond tycoon. A woman’s imagination could run wild.
What every female here knows with instinctive knowledge is that those hands,
those hidden hands, can stroke a cheek as gently as they can squeeze around a
throat. This is a man who can make a woman’s fantasies come true, and his gaze
is trained on me with possessiveness. Adoration. Lust.
Our gazes
remained locked as he takes his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out a few
bills.
The vendor
clears her throat. Her voice is husky when she asks, “How many meters would you
like, ma’am?”
“Three,
please,” I say, ripping a number from the sky.
Maxime’s
lips lift in one corner. The smile makes his unconventionally
beautiful-unattractive face seem more predatory than friendly.
Leaning
closer, he presses his lips against my ear and says in English, “Let me buy
this for you.”
The foreign
accent hits me between the knees. We’ve been speaking French since my return.
I’ve forgotten what his deep timbre sounds like when he whispers in my mother
tongue. He smells like the king of winter, of cold weather and citrusy days.
The perfume of chemical dye retreats as that winter heat rushes over me. The
man and everything he stand for overwhelm my senses.
That my
mind can focus on his words is a miracle. I think back to his story, to the man
who had two choices, the kidnapper who could take his target kindly or with
force. I don’t want force. I don’t want kindness. I want honesty.
“Why?” I
ask with a dry throat.
His breath
strokes over my ear. His words are self-assured and seductive. “Because I can.”
Pulling
away, he creates an avalanche of cold when he takes his heat with him. I look
down to where he’s rubbing the fabric between his fingers in a gesture that
seems oddly like a caress. I shiver as if feeling that caress on my skin.
Because
he can.
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You are an evil enchantress Pauls -
How you somehow had me rooting for Maxime and twisted my mind into believing sweet Zoey
was too blame for his pain was simply diabolical!
This is the conclusion of Maxime and Zoey's journey.
It was seriously twisted. I went in hoping for that golden HEA for Zoey.
Truly not caring if Maxime's plane went down or not
- only to find myself on the fence.
My feelings were a bit convoluted.
WTH?
I think they both crossed lines that should never be crossed.
Now that the walls are collapsing around them and their world is being reshaped
they are forced to bend if they want to survive.
They can't go back.
They can't walk away.
Adapt or die
Maxime your poor soul -
I actually felt sorry for him as his world slowly slipped from his grasp
No, it didn't right his wrongs but even villains have hearts
(don't try to convince them of that truth though)
Zoey - What the heck?
I found myself upset with your decisions numerous times.
Maxime was the catalyst, sure, but you are choosing to harden, to change, to match his emptiness
Don't do this
The copy I read was comp but my feelings? All mine!
Author Bio
Charmaine Pauls was born in Bloemfontein, South Africa. She obtained
a degree in Communication at the University of Potchestroom, and followed a
diverse career path in journalism, public relations, advertising,
communications, photography, graphic design, and brand marketing. Her writing
has always been an integral part of her professions.
After relocating to Chile with her French husband, she fulfilled her passion to write creatively full-time. Charmaine has published over twenty novels since 2011, as well as several short stories and articles. Two of her shorts have been selected by the International Literary Society for an anthology from across the African continent.
When she is not writing, she likes to travel, read, and rescue cats. Charmaine currently lives in France with her husband and children. Their household is a linguistic mélange of Afrikaans, English, French and Spanish.
After relocating to Chile with her French husband, she fulfilled her passion to write creatively full-time. Charmaine has published over twenty novels since 2011, as well as several short stories and articles. Two of her shorts have been selected by the International Literary Society for an anthology from across the African continent.
When she is not writing, she likes to travel, read, and rescue cats. Charmaine currently lives in France with her husband and children. Their household is a linguistic mélange of Afrikaans, English, French and Spanish.
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