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Book Details

Contemporary Romance
Date Published: 07-25-2025
Publisher: Lipstick Publishing
When Annalise Garner arrives in Paris to study art, she’s chasing quiet—far from her Southern roots, far from expectations. What she doesn’t expect is to meet Jett Hunter, a star American soccer player with green eyes, a bruised past, and a future under a constant spotlight.
Jett lives for the game. Annelise lives for the canvas. But when fate intertwines their worlds on a rain-soaked street in the City of Lights, neither is prepared for the slow-burn connection that follows.
As their hearts tangle between café tables and gallery walls, the intrusion of the press and career choices threaten to pull them apart.
Jett faces pressure to return to New York.
Annalise wrestles with who she is beyond her art.
And just when they start to find their rhythm, a devastating injury changes everything.
Set against the romance of Paris and the quiet beauty of rebuilding a life, One Year in Paris is a tender story of love that endures the noise, finds strength in the silence, and blooms where it’s least expected.
Author Details

I’m an Australian author who writes in a variety of genres, including Western romance, historical romance, Gay Romance, and contemporary romance. I also have a Thriller Murder/Mystery, children’s, non-fiction and young adult.
I have published over 60 books and novellas, many of which feature strong, independent heroines and rugged, alpha male heroes. Some of my popular series include the Outback Australia series and The Carter Brothers series.
My books are known for their well-researched historical details and vivid descriptions of the Australian landscape.
My work has garnered praise from readers and critics alike, and I have won several awards for my writing.
If you’re interested in learning more about my books:
Linktree: https://linktr.ee/SusanHorsnell
Author Interview
- Tell us about your current release
One Year in Paris came about from a visit to Paris many years ago. It’s about a
young artist who goes there to escape the pressures of her life and finds love in
a soccer player based there with a French team. - When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
In high school I realized I really enjoyed reading books for school assignments
and then writing essay critiques. - Have you published any previous books?
I have around 70 books published. - What can we expect to see from you in the future, any books on the
backburner?
I have quite a few coming out. I write pretty quick and usually they are anything
from 25k to 60k words. I write in many genres from romance to
murder/mystery, paranormal fiction, and children’s books. I have a lot going
on in my head haha. - What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I walk at least 5km daily with my husband and small dog and knit of an evening
after writing during the afternoon. - Did you learn anything from writing your book? What was it?
I learnt that it is satisfying to delve into characters lives and piece hearts together. - Some writers have something playing in the background, do you and what?
Rugby League when it’s on. When there isn’t a game I like just the sounds of
everyday life. - Tell us a little about yourself. Perhaps something not many people know about?
I’m a British Australian and I grew up in television and on the stage. I
completed the Duke of Edinburgh award from the age of 12 to 15 and entered
nursing just before my 16 th birthday. I am married to a former navy officer who
served 51 years and our home now is in a tiny rural village in the sunny state of
Queensland. We spend our time traveling Australia full time in our caravan/rv. - What do you hope your writing brings to your readers?
I really hope they enjoy how I spin a tale and that it takes them on an adventure.
Contact Links
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/susan.horsnell.3
Twitter: https://twitter.com/susanhorsnell
Blog: http://susanhorsnell.com
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/susanhorsnell/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/horsnells/?hl=en
Purchase Links
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B0FGV1SBH8
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-year-in-paris-susan-horsnell/1147786151
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/au/en/ebook/one-year-in-paris-2
iBooks: https://books.apple.com/au/book/one-year-in-paris/id6748243282
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1803961
Giveaway
5 x ebook direct to kindle only
Excerpt
Paris, France.
March.
Paris smelled like warm bread, rain, and the kind of freedom you didn’t realize you
were starving for until you tasted it.
Annelise Garner pressed her sketchbook to her chest as she crossed Place du
Tertre, her long blond curls pulled into a loose braid and a soft, excited nervousness
fluttering in her chest. This wasn’t just a vacation—it was a year away from all
expectations. No cotillions, no pageants, no family name to maintain. Just art,
sunlight, and the faint promise of something more.
She passed a café tucked between a bookstore and a patisserie, where laughter
spilled onto the street. A gust of wind tugged at her scarf, and she caught it just
before it flew—only to stumble directly into someone walking briskly around the
corner.
Hard chest. Expensive cologne. An arm around her waist, steadying.
“Whoa—pardon,” a deep voice rumbled. American, unmistakably. Rough with
surprise. Smooth with heat.
Annelise looked up—and found herself staring into the greenest eyes she’d ever
seen.
The man holding her was tall…Ridiculously tall. His hair was dark and swept back in
the kind of effortless way that meant effort had definitely been involved. A few people
nearby had slowed down to look. Some pointed.
“Y-you’re American,” she blurted in surprise before she could stop herself.
He smirked. “So are you.”
“Atlanta.”
“New York.”
They paused.
“I’m Annelise.”
“Jett Hunter.”
And as he stepped back, letting her go with a soft brush of his fingers, she noticed
the gym bag over his shoulder, scuffed cleats peeking out the side.
That name…Jett Hunter. It tickled something in her brain. A memory from a sports
magazine her friend from back home, Abigail, had fawned over.
She blinked.
“You play soccer…”
He gave her a crooked smile. “A little.”
“How long have you been in Paris?”
“Two years…You?”
“Two months…I’m here studying art for a year courtesy of a generous inheritance
from my grandpa.”
“My contract ends in seven months.”
Annelise nodded. “I wish I could stay forever, but—” she shrugged.
She didn’t give a reason and Jett didn’t know her well enough to ask.
Jett Hunter didn’t believe in fate. He believed in timing—on the field, in life, in love, if
that was even something he still believed in at all.
But when he spotted her again the next morning, crossing Rue des Abbesses with a
portfolio twice her size and sunlight catching in her golden hair, he felt something stir.
She hadn’t seen him yet. She was juggling her sketchbook tucked under one arm
and what looked like a artists satchel in the other. Same soft curls, same honey-
sweet presence…Annelise.
He pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to be sure.
Yep. It was her.
Jett stood up from his table before he thought better of it, dodged a Vespa, and
stepped into her path just as she looked up.
She gasped, nearly bumping into him again, and blinked in surprise. “You?”
He gave a crooked grin. “Starting to think you’re following me.”
Her lips parted—then curved. “Or you’re following me.”
“Touché.”
She shifted the satchel and sketchpad awkwardly. “Do you usually begin your
mornings by bumping into strangers?”
“I had a need for croissants,” he explained. “And accidental run-ins with beautiful
strangers are a bonus,” he added.
Her cheeks colored faintly. It looked good on her. Real. Not rehearsed like the
women he usually met who were after him for nothing more than his fame and
fortune.
He nodded toward the café behind him. “Sit with me?”
She hesitated for a breath. Then nodded.
They sat under the striped awning, a plate of flaky pastries between them. Two
Americans in the heart of Montmartre pretending Paris wasn’t working some strange
kind of magic on them.
Annelise told him about her art studies and Georgia summers. She spoke briefly of
her political family, being an only child, how she used to sketch horses in the back
pasture and dream of painting sunrises in another country.
Jett told her about New York, the endless push of fame, and how Paris had been a
necessary escape. He didn’t mention the pressure from the club or the headlines
speculating about his focus slipping. Not yet.
“I prefer to keep to myself. I don’t usually do people,” she admitted, stirring her
espresso slowly. “They’re too…complicated.”
“Yet here you are sat across from one this morning.”
Annelise looked up. “You’re different. You feel like—” She stopped herself.
“Like what?” he asked softly.
“Like someone real.”
Jett became quiet. It had been a long time since anyone had said that to him. Even
longer since it felt true.
When Annelise stood to leave, she gave him a smile that felt like spring.
“Same café tomorrow?” he asked, not wanting to let her slip from his life.
She looked over her shoulder as she walked away. “If the croissants are this good
again.”
He watched her go—shoulders relaxed, curls bouncing lightly, sunlight wrapped
around her like a promise.
Jett sat back in his chair, let the Paris air fill his lungs, and for the first time in a long
time, he didn’t feel like he was running toward the next match or away from himself.
He just felt…here.
And that was enough.
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