A Paris Apartment [NOOK Book]

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Bienvenue à Paris!

When April Vogt's boss tells her about an apartment in the ninth arrondissement that has been discovered after being shuttered for the past seventy years, the Sotheby's continental furniture specialist does not hear the words “dust” or “rats” or “decrepit.” She hears Paris. She hears escape.

Once in France, April quickly learns the apartment is not ...
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Overview


Bienvenue à Paris!

When April Vogt's boss tells her about an apartment in the ninth arrondissement that has been discovered after being shuttered for the past seventy years, the Sotheby's continental furniture specialist does not hear the words “dust” or “rats” or “decrepit.” She hears Paris. She hears escape.

Once in France, April quickly learns the apartment is not merely some rich hoarder's repository. Beneath the cobwebs and stale perfumed air is a goldmine, and not because of the actual gold (or painted ostrich eggs or mounted rhinoceros horns or bronze bathtub). First, there's a portrait by one of the masters of the Belle Epoque, Giovanni Boldini. And then there are letters and journals written by the very woman in the painting, Marthe de Florian. These documents reveal that she was more than a renowned courtesan with enviable decolletage. Suddenly April's quest is no longer about the bureaux plats and Louis-style armchairs that will fetch millions at auction. It's about discovering the story behind this charismatic woman.

It's about discovering two women, actually.

With the help of a salty (and annoyingly sexy) Parisian solicitor and the courtesan's private diaries, April tries to uncover the many secrets buried in the apartment. As she digs into Marthe's life, April can't help but take a deeper look into her own. Having left behind in the States a cheating husband, a family crisis about to erupt, and a career she's been using as the crutch to simply get by, she feels compelled to sort out her own life too. When the things she left bubbling back home begin to boil over, and Parisian delicacies beyond flaky pâtisseries tempt her better judgment, April knows that both she and Marthe deserve happy finales.

Whether accompanied by croissants or champagne, this delectable debut novel depicts the Paris of the Belle Epoque and the present day with vibrant and stunning allure. Based on historical events, Michelle Gable's A Paris Apartment will entertain and inspire, as readers embrace the struggles and successes of two very unforgettable women.

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Editorial Reviews

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"With its well-developed, memorable characters and the author's skillful transitioning between story lines...this stunning and fascinating debut will capture the interest of a wide audience but particularly those interested in stories about women behind famous men like Melanie Benjamin's The Aviator's Wife or Nancy Horan's Under the Wide and Starry Sky. Highly recommended." –Library Journal (starred review)

"The women's fiction world is lucky to welcome Michelle Gable to its ranks. In A Paris Apartment, Gable deftly weaves romance, mystery, past and present into a wonderful page-turner that will have readers clamoring for her next book." –Allison Winn Scotch, New York Times bestselling author

"A Paris Apartment winds between past and present, between two passionate women and their lives, loves and fortunes. Informed and assured, debut author Gable’s prose is fresh and emotionally complex.  Glimpses into Parisian life, the arts, and the high-end antiquities trade are piquant accents to an exceptional mystery." –Sophie Littlefield, national bestselling author

"The past and present intertwine in Michelle Gable's sparkling debut, which sings of the Belle Epoque, French romance, and a few secrets that change everything." –Kristin Harmel, internationally bestselling author of The Sweetness of Forgetting

"A charming read about a fascinating history and the woman behind it." –Historical Novel Society

"Gable’s Paris of today and yesteryear are worlds that are easy and pleasurable to get lost in. April’s and Marthe’s stories intersect, at times blatantly and at times subtly mirroring or contrasting one another. ...This parallel construction, the sense of place and atmosphere, and Gable’s often witty writing are the book’s greatest strengths." –The San Diego Union-Tribune

"Pick it up as the perfect escape--you'll quickly be whisked away through the vividly described scenery and events of life in Paris." –Spa Weekly Daily

"This debut novel is a keeper. It will definitely stay with you long after you finish the last page." –Chicklit Club

"The inspiration for A Paris Apartment began in 2010 when Gable’s agent sent her an intriguing article with the note: 'I think you can do something with this.' A real-life Parisian flat, abandoned for 70 years, its contents frozen in time? Absolutely, she could." –Celeste Williams, Fort Worth Star-Telegram

"Vive le Paris apartment!" –Booklist

Library Journal
★ 04/15/2014
April Vogt, a Sotheby's expert on continental furniture, is sent to Paris to assess the furnishings in a decrepit apartment that hasn't been unlocked in decades. The assignment comes just in time as April's husband confesses to a one-night stand. April finds the apartment is filled floor to ceiling with priceless furniture pieces and works of art once owned by a Parisian demimondaine, Marthe de Florian. One particular portrait, painted by the Master of Swish, Giovanni Boldini, captures April's attention. She yearns to know more about the woman in the painting and stumbles upon journals in the apartment. Aided by an irresistibly handsome French lawyer for the estate, April pores through journal entries discovering this forgotten woman lived a life among the world's most renowned writers and artists. April connects with Marthe's struggles, while working through her own life problems. VERDICT With its well-developed, memorable characters and the author's skillful transitioning between story lines, finding similarities in the lives of two women decades apart, this stunning and fascinating debut will capture the interest of a wide audience but particularly those interested in stories about women behind famous men like Melanie Benjamin's The Aviator's Wife or Nancy Horan's Under the Wide and Starry Sky. Highly recommended.—Brooke Bolton, North Manchester P.L., IN
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"With its well-developed, memorable characters and the author's skillful transitioning between story lines...this stunning and fascinating debut will capture the interest of a wide audience but particularly those interested in stories about women behind famous men like Melanie Benjamin's The Aviator's Wife or Nancy Horan's Under the Wide and Starry Sky. Highly recommended." –Library Journal (starred review)

"The women's fiction world is lucky to welcome Michelle Gable to its ranks. In A Paris Apartment, Gable deftly weaves romance, mystery, past and present into a wonderful page-turner that will have readers clamoring for her next book." –Allison Winn Scotch, New York Times bestselling author

"A Paris Apartment winds between past and present, between two passionate women and their lives, loves and fortunes. Informed and assured, debut author Gable’s prose is fresh and emotionally complex.  Glimpses into Parisian life, the arts, and the high-end antiquities trade are piquant accents to an exceptional mystery." –Sophie Littlefield, national bestselling author

"The past and present intertwine in Michelle Gable's sparkling debut, which sings of the Belle Epoque, French romance, and a few secrets that change everything." –Kristin Harmel, internationally bestselling author of The Sweetness of Forgetting

"A charming read about a fascinating history and the woman behind it." –Historical Novel Society

"Gable’s Paris of today and yesteryear are worlds that are easy and pleasurable to get lost in. April’s and Marthe’s stories intersect, at times blatantly and at times subtly mirroring or contrasting one another. ...This parallel construction, the sense of place and atmosphere, and Gable’s often witty writing are the book’s greatest strengths." –The San Diego Union-Tribune

"Pick it up as the perfect escape—you'll quickly be whisked away through the vividly described scenery and events of life in Paris." –Spa Weekly Daily

"This debut novel is a keeper. It will definitely stay with you long after you finish the last page." –Chicklit Club

"The inspiration for A Paris Apartment began in 2010 when Gable’s agent sent her an intriguing article with the note: 'I think you can do something with this.' A real-life Parisian flat, abandoned for 70 years, its contents frozen in time? Absolutely, she could." –Celeste Williams, Fort Worth Star-Telegram

"Love, art, history, Paris — what more can you ask for?" –FineBooks Magazine

"Vive le Paris apartment!" –Booklist

"You'll be quickly drawn in...there are reasons galore why this story is compelling....A fun and insightful novel." –Maine Antique Digest

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466849624
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/22/2014
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 7,796
  • File size: 998 KB

Meet the Author

Michelle Gable

MICHELLE GABLE graduated from the College of William & Mary. She currently resides in Cardiff by the Sea, California, with her husband, two daughters, and one lazy cat. A Paris Apartment is her first novel.
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Chapitre I
 
 
She only wanted to get out of town.
When her boss sidled up and said the words “apartment,” “ninth arrondissement,” and “a ton of nineteenth-century crap,” April instantly thought: vacation. There would be work involved, but no matter, she was going to Paris. As every writer, poet, painter, and, yes, furniture assessor knew, it was the perfect place for escape.
The Paris team was already there. Olivier was in charge. April pictured him right then winding through the apartment, tablet in hand, scratching out notes with bony, crooked fingers. He’d called in reinforcements from New York because they needed another appraiser, specifically a furniture expert, to bolster their shoddy credentials in that area. According to April’s boss the seven-room apartment held “enough pieces to outfit twelve upmarket bordellos.” Peter’s expectations were low. April’s were high, but for a different reason. In the end they were both wrong.

Chapitre II
While her husband tightened his bow tie and straightened both sleeves, tucking and pulling to make his appearance ever more immaculate, April packed for her redeye to Charles de Gaulle. She was normally an efficient and well-honed traveler, but the thirty-day trip was screwing with her luggage ratios. April was never gone more than a week but, apparently, sometime in the two hours between “ton of crap” and before the issuance of a plane ticket, someone must’ve tipped Peter off that this was not your average find. Stay as long as you need, he said. We can extend the ticket.
April would remind him of this later.
“What’s the problem?” Troy asked, noticing his wife’s pinched forehead. He yanked his shirt straight.
“Packing. I’m not sure I have enough. Thirty days. In Paris. In June. Which means the temperature can shift sixty degrees in any given twenty-four-hour period. As they say, you don’t go to Paris for the weather.”
April looked up, eyes zeroing in on Troy’s left cuff link as it caught the light from the overhead chandelier. It was an irrepressible habit, “assessing” things, and April had to stop her brain from calculating how much that speck of onyx and platinum might go for at auction. It wasn’t that she longed for her husband’s sudden demise; not as a matter of course, anyway, and never as a means to obtain wealth. Rather, her mental appraisals were a by-product of working for the world’s largest auction house.
“What’s with the glare?” Troy asked, chuckling slightly. “Wrong links for this get-up?”
“No. They’re great. Perfect.”
April looked away, relieved she did not specialize in trinkets passed down from grouchy wrinkled coots and therefore lacked the education to size up her husband’s accoutrements. She did, however, have a hard-won de facto master’s degree when it came to assessing Troy Vogt. That alone told April the cuff links, the ones her husband earmarked for specific work events, were inestimable, at least to him. What it said about who might be in attendance April did not want to consider.
“I’m overwhelmed.” April shook her head, staring at her suitcase but not speaking strictly of sweaters and scarves.
“Pack light,” Troy said. “You can always buy more once you’re there. It is Paris, you know.”
April smiled. “That’s your answer to everything, isn’t it? Buy more.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Troy said with a wink as he moved toward the full-length mirror, gently patting April’s backside as he squeezed past. “You are a rare wife indeed.”
A rare “wife.” The word startled April but shouldn’t have. It had a new meaning now. Wife. Wife.
“Not that anyone’s keeping track,” Troy went on, “except for all of Wall Street, but my ‘buy more’ philosophy is why the recession was the best thing to happen to my firm and our investors.”
“What a charming attitude,” April said, trying to joke. There’d been painfully little humor in their home of late. The whole thing felt creaky, rusted out. “Who doesn’t love the perspective of a smug Wall Street guy to really drive the point home?”
Troy laughed and slipped on his tuxedo jacket. He continued staring into the mirror, chortling to himself, as April sneaked one last pair of ballet flats into her hard-backed suitcase.
“Well, speaking of smug Wall Street guys,” Troy said with manufactured cheer, “it seems you lucked out once again.”
“Lucked out?” April steadied herself against the chest of drawers (George III, mahogany bow-fronted, circa 1790) as she eyed her suitcase, sizing up its potential weight. “In what way?”
It didn’t look that heavy.
April inhaled. Forever imagining her shoulders wide and strong like an Olympic swimmer’s instead of the slight, refined ones she really possessed, April heaved the bulging suitcase off the bed. It promptly thumped onto the floor, one-half centimeter away from shattering the bones in her left foot.
“Lucked out in avoiding another packing injury, for one,” Troy said. “You realize that thing is bigger than you are, right? Sweetheart, you already have the fortuitous plane ticket. You don’t need to break your foot to avoid going to one of my miserable work events.”
“Oh, they’re not that bad.” April wiped her brow, then tilted the suitcase on its side.
“‘Not that bad’? They’re awful and you know it. The other wives will be downright envious.”
The other wives. And what of them, April wondered? What did they think when they pictured Troy? When they pictured her?
“You are my lucky girl,” Troy went on. “Paris will save you. It will save you from yet another dreary evening in a roomful of capitalist drones.”
“Oh, yes, those wretched capitalists.” April rolled her eyes and continued in a poorly played British accent. “Sooo fortunate to avoid that ilk. Their vulgar obsession with monetary gain! They’ve no class a’tall.”
April hoped she’d adequately blanketed the sadness with her lame attempts at humor. She did feel fortunate. However, it was not because she got to bypass a swanky work event and tête-à-têtes with the brightest (and most insufferable) on Wall Street.
No, April could hang with the best of them, despite not knowing what happened in Asian markets that morning. She could even tolerate the scene’s newest trophy wife, who would inevitably overindulge in the champagne and spend half the night marveling at April’s various graduate degrees, ultimately screeching to those within booze-spilling range, “Troy’s wife majored in furniture!”
But April couldn’t remember the last time her PhD in Art History was mistaken for showroom salesmanship. Troy almost never asked her along these days. He was forever “just popping by” events that were “no-spouses” or otherwise “too boring” for April to attend. That was the problem. Troy called her lucky, he called her saved, but April couldn’t very well feel grateful to avoid a situation she’d never been expected to attend. Or worse, one where her company wasn’t even desired.
Troy stopped bringing her when things between them had been relatively good. Now, who knew? Was she even supposed to go? In the end April did feel “lucky” and “saved” because with a ticket to Paris in hand, she didn’t have to contemplate that night’s noninvitation. She did not have to wonder if it was by design.
“The accent needs work,” Troy said as he moved to her side.
“For the record”—April batted away Troy’s arm as he tried to help with the luggage—“I enjoy your events. The people are interesting. The conversation lively.”
“Liar.”
He turned back toward the mirror and gave himself a smoldering stare. April never knew if Troy did this because he suspected she was looking or because he thought she wasn’t.
“What’s so important that you need to ship out tonight anyway?” he asked, the forced casualness in his voice indicative of a certain level of suspicion.
“You know how these things go.” April wondered if he’d cop to his own wariness. “Furniture emergencies. Have to get in there before the competition catches wind of the sale.”
“But you’re not usually gone more than a week, ten days max, and never with so little notice. It’s somewhat disconcerting to get an ‘I have to go out of town’ text and then come home to find one’s wife packing for a month.”
Is it? April wanted to say. Are you really all that bothered?
Under normal circumstances she might joke about him being the lucky one now, wife out of town and all that. But the figurative cuts and bruises were too fresh, their long-term prognosis unclear.
“I was surprised by the urgency, too,” April said. And she was surprised, but also grateful. “According to the guys in Paris, it’s a remarkable find. A woman died in the South of France but had an apartment in Pigalle that’s been in the family for over a century. They never owned the apartment, but leased it for a hundred years.”
As she spoke, her shoulders began to loosen, her jaw started to unclench. This was a place April still knew how to navigate.
“The woman,” she said, “the deceased, hadn’t been inside since 1940. No one has. I keep thinking the information must be wrong. Maybe the actual dates were lost in translation and it’s only been shuttered since an ugly divorce sometime in the late nineties.”
April felt herself cringe at the word “divorce” but it was too late. The word was already out. And she’d been so careful to avoid it.
“Seventy years!” she chirped, her voice climbing toward the thirteen-foot ceilings. “Unimaginable!”
“I don’t know,” Troy said and shrugged, betraying nothing with his stern, stone face. “Same thing probably happens in Manhattan all the time. Places stay locked up while estate lawyers and trusts cut automatic checks each month, no one bothering to question a thing.”
“Not if it was anything like this apartment. Evidently it’s crammed to the ceiling with furniture and paintings and basically every item that came into the family’s possession prior to World War II.”
“Anything good?”
“Olivier seems to believe so, or I wouldn’t be going. If nothing else, it’s all fresh to market. Not even the Germans got in there.” April shook her head in amazement. “You’d think at least one errant, gambling-addicted, drugged-up family member would have wanted to get his hands on the stuff somewhere along the way.”
“Unless it’s shit.” Troy picked up his phone and tapped out a message. His formerly smooth brow bunched up. “A Parisian hoarder,” he continued, though he was now most of the way checked out of their conversation.
April sighed.
“Ah, hon, I’m just kidding,” he said, always quick with the necessary retraction, like a reflex. “It sounds very cool. Really.”
The sigh? She hadn’t meant it like that.
“Yes. Cool.” April waved her hand around as if clearing the air. The gesture was haphazard but enough to pull Troy temporarily from his phone.
“Your rings,” he said, staring at her hand and frowning slightly. “They’re in the safe?”
April nodded and looked down at her bare finger. No one wore their good jewelry in Europe, right? This wasn’t about their marriage, it was about her job. Biting her lip, April blinked away the sudden sting in her eyes.
“Troy, listen—” April started, but he was already back to punching at his phone.
Suddenly April’s own phone rang. The car was downstairs. She looked over at her handsome husband and around at their handsome home and thought how happy she had been. For a time her life was bright and shining. Her apartment held everything she always wanted. Seventy years? She’d hoped to stay longer. Forever.
“I’ll miss you,” Troy said, appearing at April’s side as she tucked her phone into the leather tote she’d packed for the plane.
As he wrapped her in a hug, his perfectly masculine Troy scent filling every pocket of air around them, April tried to take him in. She tried not to contemplate when or if she’d have this five-senses feel of him again.
Troy gently kissed the top of her head.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he said, sighing loudly. “Maybe you can wait. A few days?”
He sounded so sincere.
“Oh, don’t worry,” April said and pulled away. “I’ll be back soon.”
 
 
Copyright © 2014 by Michelle Gable

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  • Posted April 30, 2014

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    A Tantalizing Parisian Debut Novel - A Contemporary Historical Fiction "Must Read"!

    A PARIS APARTMENT by Michelle Gable, a fantastic debut novel, making you yearn to return to beautiful Paris and all the French has to offer. From the inviting front cover, to its escape within the journals of the former owner, Marthe de Florian, and the engrossing mystery – A winner!

    April, works for the auction house Sotheby’s, as a continental furniture specialist, and travels to Paris to evaluate the contents of an apartment which has been vacant for over seventy years. She also wants to escape her own life and her marriage, which is in shambles (like the apartment).

    Instead of concentrating on the furnishings, she is obsessed with the discovery behind this charismatic woman, and the secrets she held. However, as April learns more about Marthe’s life, she has to take inventory of her own life and control.

    With the help of a somewhat appealing solicitor, April begins to uncover the truth about the owner of the apartment, and why it has been kept locked for so many years. Alternating between Belle Epoch and modern day Paris, the novel is quite engaging for both readers of historical and contemporary fiction.

    You have to love dual narratives which cross time and generations. With April in the present, suffering from her husband’s infidelity and a bad marriage, and Marthe de Florian (1800s), orphaned with determination to rise above her status – both these women’s stories connect with complex relationships.

    What is not to love about alluring Paris? From the beautiful setting, French bakeries, croissants, fine wine, cheeses, coffees, crepes, champagne, art, history, culture, romance, and architecture . . . Inspired by true events, a delectable and engaging debut novel about two unforgettable and extraordinary (past and present) women, their struggles, and successes.

    Having been a fan of Michelle Gable on Goodreads with her insightful reviews – her writing style is captivating, as reflective in the charming, A PARIS APARTMENT--an author you most definitely, will want to follow.

    Michelle, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE your website and front cover . . . STUNNING!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 28, 2014

    Engaging But Frustrating...

    Engaging But Frustrating... as it takes on way too much. The basic plot and its first several chapters are totally engrossing with the late 19th/early 20th century story of Marthe and Belle Epoque Paris absolutely the more fascinating of the dual stories. However, as the book moves along, it simply becomes too dragged out with too many competing storylines and loose ends: April's job, husband, marriage, childhood, parents, obsession with Marthe's diary, the attractive Frenchman (who comes across as cliched stereotype), and then there is Marthe's backstory to complicate further. It's like the author just had to throw in every, possible, complication--and while I realize the point is for April to discover truths about herself--by the time I got to page 300 and threads were still unraveling--I was done. I had almost lost interest entirely. Plus, April's wishy-washy and petulant approach to her husband (who I found such a pompous jerk I couldn't really understand her dilemma) is as hypocritical as she accuses him of being. The author then tries to tie up all the stories at once resulting in more 'stuff' that needed to be tied up far more rapidly to keep my interest. By the end, I found it all rather anti-climatic. A side, stylistic point drove me nuts--the overwhelming and stupefying use of exclamation points as seemingly the only punctuation mark in the Marthe plot. To establish a very young character early in her life makes sense--but it does not let up--I finally felt like I had to read every sentence at break neck speed and with nonsensical excitement. Instead of establishing character, it reads like an elementary student's attempt at story-telling. Ditto the ponderous repetition of the word 'provenance' as we move into later chapters. Yes, we get it--it's a theme. But some editing would have greatly helped my interest and tolerance levels. That being said, it's a decent beach read but one I wanted to be a lot better.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2014

    Loved this. The research, the setting, the humor...everything. M

    Loved this. The research, the setting, the humor...everything. My book club agreed it was the best discussion we've ever had. The main character April was a controversial figure, which made for a fun debate in our group. Perfect book club read... definitely stirred strong opinions, which is what you want in a book club pick!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted July 23, 2014

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    Fu.ck me babe

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    Posted July 15, 2014

    Gabby

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    Posted July 18, 2014

    Hey

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    Im fine.

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    Posted July 5, 2014

    Alyssa

    Walked in.. "Hey Kevin"

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    Chuck to lydiaa

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    I squeeze your a.ss as we fall nto the bed

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2014

    Wow..based on truth..i like that

    What attracted me to this book is the basis..a Paris apartment shut up for seventy years and filled with a famous painting and antiques. How did it out last the war and why had no one entered? I enjowed the story..the part of the antiques dealer was annoyingly shallow and didnt connect in a viable way t with the journals of the apt. owner.

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