Ruthless. That was what they said about Damien Rosier. Handsome. Wealthy. Powerful. Merciless. No one messed with his family, because to do so they would have to get through him. No one thought he had a heart. Not even the woman he gave his to.
Cynical. That was what they said about Jasmin Bianchi. A top perfumer of her generation, Jess had achieved commercial success by growing a protective shell over a tender heart. The one time she cracked it open to let Damien in, he crushed it—after a night of unbelievable passion.
Lovers.That one magical night couldn’t survive the harsh light of dawn. When Jess woke up to discover the man in bed beside her had stolen her company, she fled.
Enemies. Now she’s come to the south of France with a threat to his family heritage. If he wants to reclaim both it and the woman who walked away from him, he’s going to have to fight as dirty as only Damien can.
But Jess knows how to fight dirty, too. And these days, she has nothing left to lose.
Certainly not her heart.
Ten reasons I fell in love with A Wish Upon Jasmine:
- beautiful writing
- Rosier family
It’s funny that my only complaint about the first book in this series Once Upon a Rose was Laura Florand’s flourish writing. Yet her gorgeous lush writing was exactly what I craved this time. I guess my enjoyment of a book is hugely influenced by my current mood. I was recently sick and my reading was very limited. I’m sure you are familiar with this fogginess and inability to comprehend and enjoy a book when you are ill. So when I was finally feeling better I was dying to read a beautifully written book with romance. A Wish Upon Jasmine was just this.
There is something magical in Laura Florand’s writing. It’s so rich and sensual. I wanted to savor every word. I highlighted so many passages, and I’m sure I’ll be rereading this book in the future.
I was swept off my feet with the romance. It’s very different from the romance in Once Upon a Rose. While the first book was cute and sweet, A Wish Upon Jasmine was more serious and dark. There was so much hurt, tension and raw emotions between Damien and Jess, but their story was no less alluring. Their interactions were so sensual and their lovemaking on a riverbank was one of the most intense and raw erotic scenes in my reading life.
They had the mad trust and hope and betrayal of two strangers in New York, and from today they had…he didn’t know what they had. It felt raw everywhere, what they had. Like it might be something good, if it could grow, but right now the fresh exposed skin of it was sensitive to every touch.
I’m a romantic and I love kisses in books. So much so that I made a feature about my favorite kisses on my blog. And kisses in this book were utterly delicious.
Kisses and kisses and kisses, in the dark against her door, with the scent of jasmine sneaking in among those kisses as if the flowers, too, wanted to touch. The night brushing cool silk around them after the heat of the day. Her hair under his fingers, her skin against his lips.
This book was so emotionally charged. There was of course the hurt between main couple. But there was also Jess’ grieving about her father.
She never knew what might come out of her heart, when she loosed that stopper on it. Sometimes still it was this great wail of grief. Sometimes it was something even crueller, like hope.
I loved Matt from Once Upon a Rose, but it was Damien who intrigued me the most. I was impatiently waiting for his story. I wanted to learn more about his mysterious man. I loved his complexity. I loved how vulnerable he was under his ruthless armor.
Not a villain of a man. Not a superficial player. But a man who carried chests down from the attic for his old aunt and tried to catch the moon for his mother and who may not have understood how easily wounded she could be six months ago but who hadn’t meant her any harm at all.
Not a shark, not an assassin. A warrior. A hero.
I met Rosier family like old friends. The family became a living and breathing organism here, and it was fascinating to see different types of family relationships. I liked dynamic between Matt, Damien, Tristan and Raoul. Laura Florand continues to explore complex relationships between the cousins. They are very close. Under all competition and teasing they care deeply about each other. And of course Tante Colette with her shenanigans and matchmaking was very entertaining.
Damien was very devoted to his family. He took a role of ruthless and cold businessmen, who make money and support others, so they can dream and do what they love. He was “the mean one”. He was tired of this role his family put on him, but he was willing to make sacrifices for them. He didn’t realize that his relatives appreciated his sacrifices.
He’d sacrifice himself, of course. I think he does that all the time… That’s why we have a saying, in the family: Be careful what you wish for. Damien will get it for you… So that we remember, you know—not to take too much advantage of that.
One more quote that brings light on cousins’ relationships:
Over there by a stack of burlap sacks, Damien—the tough, impervious, cool, ruthless one—had lifted a hand and was letting jasmine blooms drift from his fingers all over Jess’s upturned face, his expression so tender and so exposed that Tristan and Raoul immediately jerked around to put their backs to it. Then they abandoned the vat to find some excuse to stand between Damien and the factory doors, so that anyone who poked a head in wouldn’t see Damien stark naked like that.
This series is centers around perfume industry. Jess is a perfumer, so scents play a big role in this book. And thanks to Laura Florand’s tactile and sensual writing it was such a delight to read. Also her descriptions of jasmine harvest were wonderful.
It smelled…it made him think of impossible things. This clear, glimmering purity of hope, like the birth of a baby star. He loved it. It had this chest-tightening emotion packed into it, like standing beside a cradle in the dark, looking down at your firstborn child.
The author created such a vivid picture of Grasse. I want to visit The South of France one day.
As always Laura Florand found a perfect balance between sadness and humor. There were a lot of funny moments. And of course the alien photo appeared again.
Remember that time all our favorite toys disappeared and we found ransom notes in their place? That’s the beauty of family. Never too late for payback.
The figs were irresistible
They definitely were. There were several scenes where figs were present, and I absolutely loved this theme. I’m a little biased here. Many years ago I spent holidays in Crimea with my husband (actually we weren’t even engaged then). We rented a house near shore, and there was an old fig tree. So every day on our way to the beach we each plucked a fig and eat them. So, yes, I feel very nostalgic and romantic about fig trees. Though I’ve never heard that figs were male sex symbols. Lol.
Silence. Peaceful and yet dangerous. The kind of protected space where anything could happen. And everything was so sensual. As if you could pick up time and caress it in your fingers. Sink your toes into it, curl them into its clinging grains. Take a bite of it, and it would burst sweet and lush on your tongue. Once upon that time, a young Roman soldier might have tempted his girl with a fig, as they curled up here, in peace and desire.
I irrevocably fell in love with Laura Florand’s writing and the wonderful characters she’d created. I’m looking forward to the next book in this series. While I wait for it I’ll probably read her Amour et Chocolat series.