Dear Readers,

As the release of my debut novella, "Paris," draws near, I find myself reflecting on the journey that brought this narrative to life. Crafting a story that explores the complexities of love, longing, and the haunting echoes of forbidden desire has been a profound endeavor.

After months of working on my novel, I took a pause, exhausted, and sat with my own thoughts. Feeling defeated with a tinge of writer’s block, I wondered if completing a story would ever truly come to fruition. Perhaps it was just a pastime that was trailing me through some of the most difficult months of my life. However, on a warm July morning, I woke up for the first time in ages inspired. After two days of non-stop writing, I held in my hands the first draft of “Paris.”

From the very beginning I knew what I had was simply a snippet from the life of two profoundly heartbroken characters—and I loved it. Sometimes the beauty in words is what is left unsaid, how we recover from the moments that haunt us, youth to adulthood.

In "Paris," we follow Emma's path back to the childhood landscapes that cradle her secrets. The allure of Parisian boulevards and the timeless charm of the American South set the stage for a tale that transcends time, inviting readers to navigate the tapestry of the past, where every thread intertwines with the consequences of choices made in the shadows.

As a writer, I am drawn to the exploration of human emotion—the intricate dance between passion and consequence. Through Emma's journey, I aimed to capture the essence of love, the lingering ache of longing, and the enduring power of choices that shape our lives.

Here's a glimpse into the world of "Paris":

"The cafe was dimly lit, the air thick with tobacco and strong coffee. Emma sat alone at a corner table, in a wicker chair, at the end of the corridor towards the bathrooms. Her fingers danced along the rim of the empty glass. The subtle lines in her face gave way to thirty years of experience, heartache, secrets, and frustration. Her eyes held a glimmer of hope, reflecting against the fluorescent lights of a winter night. She adjusted in her chair, tightening her fur coat closer to her waist.

She had chosen this location of refuge. It was one of the few places open late into the evening, away from noise, but close enough to taunt her loneliness. Amid the whispering conversations and clanking of tea glasses, she found solace in her own company. It was a rare break from the continuous dance of responsibilities and obligations she was beholden to”

I invite you to pre-order your Kindle copy here and mark your calendars for the paperback release on March 25. Join me on Goodreads and Amazon to delve deeper into the creative process and engage in discussions about the themes that underpin "Paris."

I am thrilled to share this journey with you and look forward to the conversations and connections that will undoubtedly arise as we collectively navigate the intricate narrative of "Paris."

Warm regards,

Veronica Tyler