One of my first book boyfriends was named Florian. If I close my eyes, I can visualize him in front of me. Tall, dark haired with a touch of grey, beautiful strong fingers, piercing eyes … oh yes, a French accent.
Yes, I fell in love with Mary Burchell‘s Florain from Harlequin romance title Under the Stars of Paris (originally published in 1954, my paperback is the 1975 reissue). Even at age nine, I knew I wanted to live in Paris (somehow that city has always been my heart’s second home). When I saw Paris in the title of …