Three Weeks in Paris

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The most romantic city in the world sets the stage for Barbara Taylor Bradford’s dazzling new novel, a spellbinding story of four remarkable women--each at a turning point in her life, each about to be changed forever by.…

Three Weeks in Paris

In Paris, four young women once shared the time of their lives. Now, seven years after they left the prestigious Anya Sedgwick School of Decorative Arts, they are coming...

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Overview

The most romantic city in the world sets the stage for Barbara Taylor Bradford’s dazzling new novel, a spellbinding story of four remarkable women--each at a turning point in her life, each about to be changed forever by.…

Three Weeks in Paris

In Paris, four young women once shared the time of their lives. Now, seven years after they left the prestigious Anya Sedgwick School of Decorative Arts, they are coming back for the eighty-fifth birthday celebration of the school’s founder and grande dame.

Designer Kay Lenox returns with her career soaring and her marriage crumbling. American Jessica Pierce is determined to unravel the baffling disappearance of the man she loved in Paris. Italian Maria Franconi must face the women whose friendship she lost--and her deepest doubts about herself. And Alexa Gordon knows that Paris is still about a man she can’t resist, even as she is about to become another man’s wife.

In Barbara Taylor Bradford’s enthralling tapestry of relationships, choices, and one haunting mystery, four successful women share three weeks in the city that shaped their lives--and where they will now share a second chance.

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Editorial Reviews

Rochelle O'Gorman
If you're looking for a little escapism filled with pretty places and prettier people, you'll enjoy Bradford's latest offering. Four women, all in their late twenties, are to be reunited at an arts school in Paris for a celebration in honor of their former headmistress. There is great enmity among the women, who have not spoken in years. Love affairs, a mysterious disappearance and the unearthing of buried secrets all play a role. This audiobook can be a lot of fun, mostly due to the spirited performance of narrator Kate Burton.
Publishers Weekly
The bestselling grande dame of popular women's fiction is back with her 18th book, after The Triumph of Katie Byrne. Replete with mystery, romance, secrets and conflict, Bradford's latest examines the lives of four women, alumni of an exclusive arts school in Paris, who must confront their stormy pasts when they are invited to attend a special birthday party. Anya Sedgwick, the indomitable doyenne of the school, wants her four favorite pupils to repair their destroyed friendship and help celebrate her 85th birthday. With the exception of Anya, however, none of the protagonists are the sparkling, unforgettable characters Bradford is usually so adept at crafting. Three of the four women, at the apex of their careers only seven years out of school, seem to blend into each other despite their disparate backgrounds. Alexandra is a renowned set designer; Kay has become a successful couturier; Jessica is a top interior designer; and Maria, whose biggest challenge is to lose a considerable amount of weight before the reunion, is slogging away at the family textile business, with a promising painting career on the side. There is some pathos in Kay's background, but the author glosses over the trauma of early sexual abuse; in fact, most of the tensions in the book are glossed over. Even the spat that tore the four apart is a trifle. But Bradford's knack for depicting elegant surroundings and happy-ever-after romance should satisfy most of her fans. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
In Bradford's latest, four women who became friends and then enemies while studying together in Paris must face one another at a school reunion. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440237303
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/26/2002
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 717,794
  • Product dimensions: 4.15 (w) x 6.90 (h) x 0.95 (d)

Meet the Author

BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD was born in Leeds, Yorkshire, and was a reporter for the Yorkshire Evening Post at sixteen. By the age of twenty, she had become both an editor and a columnist on London’s Fleet Street. In 1979, she wrote her first novel, A Woman of Substance, and that enduring bestseller was followed by sixteen others, most recently The Triumph of Katie Byrne. Ten have been made into television miniseries and movies of the week. Her novels have sold more than 61 million copies in 89 countries and 39 languages worldwide. She lives in New York City with her husband, producer Robert Bradford.

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Biography

Barbara Taylor Bradford was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. A voracious reader since childhood, she took her first job at the age of 15 with the Yorkshire Evening Post and by the age of 18 was the newspaper's women's page editor. Two years later, she headed for London and became a reporter for the London Evening News, Today Magazine, and other publications.

After meeting her husband-to-be, Robert Bradford, in 1961, she relocated to the United States. Continuing in journalism, Barbara created the syndicated column "Designing Woman," which ran nationwide for 12 years. Children's books and 8 works on decorating followed.

In 1979, Bradford published her first novel, A Woman of Substance, introducing the Emma Harte saga and beginning an almost uninterrupted string of bestsellers. Her work has been published in more than 90 countries in 40 languages, and total sales of her books now surpass 75 million.

Barbara now lives and writes in New York City with her husband, Robert. In addition to her work as a writer, she is active in a number of major charitable organizations, including the Police Athletic League, Girls Inc., City-Meals-on-Wheels, and the Susan G. Koman Breast Cancer Foundation.

Good To Know

Queen Elizabeth bestowed the Order of the British Empire on Barbara in October, 2007. The news was announced on the author's website with the following headline: "BTB Gets Her OBE from QEII."

Some interesting outtakes from our interview with Bradford:

"All 20 of my original manuscripts are stored by the prestigious Brotherton Library at Leeds University in England, next to the works of the Brontë sisters."

"My first job was working as a typist for the Yorkshire Evening Post at the age of 15."

"When I'm not writing, (which isn't often) I love to read. Biographies are my favorite genre, though I do like to read fiction to see what others are putting out on the market. Authors whose books I always make time for are Patricia Cornwell, Mary Higgins Clark, and Bernard Cornwell."

"I love to travel whenever possible. Paris is my favorite city to visit, though some of my favorite holidays are spent back in England."

"My husband, Bob, has a vote for the Academy Awards, so I get to see a lot of movie screenings."

"I'm involved in a number of charity organizations on both sides of the Atlantic. From the Police Athletic League and the Literary Guild in America to PACT (Parents and Children Together Again) in the U.K., I devote a fair amount of time to these causes. And as an advocate for world literacy, I am a member of the Madison Council to the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C."

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    1. Hometown:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      Christ Church Elementary School and Northcote Private School for Girls in Yorkshire, England
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CHAPTER ONE

Alexandra

It was her favorite time of day. Dusk. That in-between hour before night descended when everything was softly muted, merging together. The twilight hour.

Her Scottish nanny had called it the gloaming. She loved that name; it conjured up so much, and even when she was a little girl she had looked forward to the late afternoon, that period just before supper. As she had walked home from school with her brother Tim, Nanny between them, tightly holding on to their hands, she had always felt a twinge of excitement, an expectancy, as if something special awaited her. This feeling had never changed. It had stayed with her over the years, and wherever she was in the world, dusk never failed to give her a distinct sense of anticipation.

She stepped away from her drawing table and went across to the window of her downtown loft, peered out, looking toward the upper reaches of Manhattan. To Alexandra Gordon the sky was absolutely perfect at this precise moment . . . its color a mixture of plum and violet toned down by a hint of smoky gray bleeding into a faded pink. The colors of antiquity, reminiscent of Byzantium and Florence and ancient Greece. And the towers and spires and skyscrapers of this great modern metropolis were blurred, smudged into a sort of timelessness, seemed of no particular period at this moment, inchoate images cast against that almost-violet sky.

Alexandra smiled to herself. For as far back as she could remember she had believed that this time of day was magical. In the movie business, which she was occasionally a part of these days, dusk was actually called the Magic Hour. Wasn't it odd that she herself had named it that when she was only a child?

Staring out across the skyline, fragments of her childhood came rushing back to her. For a moment she fell down into her memories . . . memories of the years spent growing up on the Upper East Side of this city . . . of a childhood filled with love and security and the most wondrous of times. Even though their mother had worked, still worked in fact, she and Tim had never been neglected by her, nor by their father. But it was her mother who was the best part of her, and, in more than one sense, she was the product of her mother.

Lost in remembrances of times past, she eventually roused herself and went back to the drawing board, looking at the panel she had just completed. It was the final one in a series of six, and together they composed a winter landscape in the countryside.

She knew she had captured most effectively the essence of a cold, snowy evening in the woods, and bending forward, she picked up the panel and carried it to the other side of the studio, placing it on a wide viewing shelf where the rest of the panels were aligned. Staring intently at the now-complete set, she envisioned them as a giant-size backdrop on the stage, which is what they would soon become. As far as she was concerned, the panels were arresting, and depicted exactly what the director had requested.

"I want to experience the cold, Alexa," Tony Verity had told her at the first production meeting, after he had taken her through the play. "I want to shiver with cold, crunch down into my overcoat, feel the icy night in my bones. Your sets must make me want to rush indoors, to be in front of a roaring fire."

He will feel all that, she told herself, and stepped back, eyeing her latest work from a distance, her head on one side, thinking of the way she had created the panels in her imagination first. She had envisioned St. Petersburg in winter, and then focused on an imaginary forest beyond that city.

In her mind's eye, the scenery had come alive, almost like a reel of film playing in her head . . . bare trees glistening with dripping icicles, drifts of new snow sweeping up between the trees like white dunes. White nights. White sky. White moon. White silence.

That was the mood she sought, had striven for, and wished to convey to the audience. And she believed she had accomplished that with these panels, which would be photographed later that week and then blown up for the stage.

She had not used any colors except a hint of gray and black for a few of the skeletal branches. Her final touch, and perhaps her most imaginative, had been a set of lone footprints in the snow. Footprints leading up between the trees, as if heading for a special, perhaps even secret, destination. Enigmatic. Mysterious. Even troubling, in a way . . .

The sharp buzzing of the doorbell brought her head up sharply, and her concentration was instantly broken. She went to the intercom on the wall, lifted the phone. "Hello?"

"It's Jack. I know I'm early. Can I come up?"

"Yes, it's okay." She pressed the button that released the street door, and then ran downstairs to the floor below in order to let him in.

A few seconds later, Jack Wilton, bundled up in a black duffle coat, and carrying a large brown shopping bag, was swinging out of the elevator, walking toward her down the corridor, a grin on his keen, intelligent face.

"Sorry if I'm mucking up your working day, but I was around the corner. At the Cromer Gallery with Billy Tomkins. It seemed sort of daft to go home and then come back here later. I'll sit in a corner down here and watch CNN until you quit."

"I just did," she said, laughing. "I've actually finished the last panel."

"That's great! Congratulations." As he stepped into the small foyer of her apartment, he put down the shopping bag, pulled her into his arms, and pushed the door closed with his booted foot.

He hugged her tightly, brought her closer, and as his lips brushed her cheek, then nuzzled her ear, she felt a tiny frisson, a shivery feeling. There was an electricity between them that had been missing for ages. She was startled.

Seemingly, so was he. Jack pulled away, glanced at her quickly, and then instantly brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, passionately. After a second, he moved his mouth close to her ear and murmured, "Let's go and find a bed."

She leaned back, looking up into his pellucid gray eyes, which were more soulful than ever at that moment. "Don't be silly." As she spoke, a small, tantalizing smile touched her lips and her sparkling eyes were suddenly inviting.

"Silly? There's nothing silly about going to bed. I think it's a rather serious thing." Throwing his coat on the floor next to the shopping bag and putting his arm around her, he led her into the bedroom.

He stopped in the middle of the room, and taking hold of her shoulders, turned her to face him, staring into her eyes, his own questioning. "You went missing for a bit," he said, sounding more English than ever.

She stared back at him, said nothing.

He tilted her chin, leaned down, and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "But I have the distinct feeling you're suddenly back."

"I think so."

"I'm glad, Lexi."

"So am I," she answered.

He smiled at her knowingly and led her toward the bed without another word. They sat down together side by side, and he began to unbutton her shirt; she tugged at his tweed jacket, and within seconds they were both undressed, stretched out on the bed.

Leaning over her, he asked, "And where was it that you went?"

"Not sure. Fell into a deep pit with my work, I suppose."

He nodded, fully understanding, since he was an artist and tended to do the same at times when he was painting. But he had really missed her, and her withdrawal, her remoteness, had worried him. Now he brought his mouth down to her, his kisses tender.

Alexandra felt that frisson once more, and she began to shiver slightly under his touching and kissing, which was becoming provocative. He continued to kiss her as he stroked her thigh, and she experienced a sudden rush of heat, a tingling between her legs.

Unexpectedly, she stiffened. Swiftly, he brought his mouth to her mouth; his tongue sought hers, slid alongside hers, and they shared a moment of complete intimacy.

And all the while he did not stop stroking her inner thigh and the center of her womanhood, his fingers working gently but expertly. To him it soon seemed as though she was opening like a lush flower bursting forth under a warm sun.

When she began to gasp a little, he increased his pressure and speed, wanting her to reach a point of ecstasy. He loved this woman, and he wanted to bind her to him, and he wanted to make love to her now, be joined with her.

With great speed, he entered her immediately, thrusting into her so forcefully, she cried out. Sliding his hands under her buttocks, he lifted her up, drew her closer to him, calling out her name as he did. "Come to me again, come with me, come where I'm going, Lexi!" he exclaimed, his voice harsh, rasping.

And so she did as he demanded, wrapped her legs around his back, let her hands rest lightly on his shoulders. Together they soared, and as he began to shudder against her, he told her over and over again how much he loved making love to her.

Afterward, when they finally lay still, relaxed and depleted, he lifted the duvet up and covered them with it, then took her in his arms. He said against her hair, "Isn't this as good as it gets?"

When she remained silent, he added, "You know how good we are together . . ."

"Yes."

"You're not going to go away from me again, are you?"

"No . . . it was the work, the pressure."

"I'm relieved it wasn't me. That you weren't having second thoughts about me."

She smiled to herself. "You're the best, Jack, the very best. Special . . . unique, actually."

"Ah, flattery will get you everywhere."

"I've just been there, haven't I?"

"Where?"

"Everywhere. With you . . . to some wonderful place."

Pushing himself up on one elbow, he peered down at her in the dim light of the fading day, wondering if she was teasing him. Then he saw the intensity in her light green eyes, and he said softly, "Let's make it permanent."

Those lucid green eyes he loved widened. "Jack . . . I don't know what to say . . ."

"Say yes."

"Okay. Yes."

"I'm talking marriage," he muttered, a sudden edge to his voice. He focused all his attention on her, his eyes probing.

"I know that."

"Will you?"

"Will I what?" Now she was teasing him and enjoying doing so, as she usually did.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I will."

A slow, warm smile spread itself across his lean face, and he bent into her, kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips. Resting his head next to hers on the pillow, he continued. "I'm glad. Really so bloody glad, Lexi, that you're going to be mine, all mine. Wow, this is great! And we'll have a baby or two, won't we?"

She laughed, happy that he was so obviously delirious with joy. "Of course. You know what, maybe we just made one."

"It's a possibility. But to be really sure, shall we try again?"

"You mean right now?"

"I do."

"Can you?"

"Don't be so ridiculous, of course I can. Feel this." Taking hold of her hand, he put it on him under the duvet. "See what you do to me. And I'll always be ready to make babies with you, darling."

"Then stop boasting and let's do it!" she exclaimed, sliding a leg over him, kissing him on the mouth. "Let's do it all night, in fact. It's one of the things I love to do with you, Jack."

"Don't you want dinner?" He raised a brow.

"Oh, who cares about food when we've something so important and crucial to do."

He started to laugh. "I care. But we don't have to venture out, my sweet. I brought dinner with me. In the shopping bag."

"Oh, so you planned all this, did you? Very devious, you are, Jack Wilton. You wicked, sexy man. I might have known you came here to seduce me. To impregnate me."

"Seduce you! What bloody cheek! You've just displayed the most incredible example of splendid cooperation I've ever come across. As for impregnating you, you can bet your sweet ass I'm going to do that."

They began to roar with laughter, hugging each other and rolling around on the bed, filled with hilarity and pleasure in each other, and the sheer happiness of being young and alive. But after a moment or two of this gentle horseplay, Jack's face turned serious, and he held Alexandra still. "You're not going to change your mind, are you, Lexi?"

" 'Course not, silly." She touched his cheek lightly, smiled seductively. "Shall we get to it then . . . making babies, I mean."

"Try and stop me--" he began, but paused when the intercom buzzed.

The shrilling startled Alexandra, and nonplussed, she stared at Jack. Then she scrambled off the bed, took a woolen robe out of the closet, and struggled into it as she ran to the foyer. Lifting the intercom phone, she said, "Hello?"

"FedEx delivery for Ms. Gordon."

"Thanks. I'll buzz you in. I'm on the fourteenth floor."

The carbon copy of the original label on the front of the FedEx envelope was so faint she could barely make out the name and address of the sender. In fact, the only part she could read was Paris, France.

She stood holding the envelope, a small furrow crinkling the bridge of her nose. And then her heart missed a beat.

From the doorway of the bedroom Jack said, "Who's it from? You look puzzled."

"I can't make out the name. Best thing to do is open it, I suppose," she replied, forcing a laugh.

"That might be a good idea." Jack's voice was touched with acerbity.

She glanced across at him swiftly, detecting at once a hint of impatience . . . as if it were her fault their lovemaking had been interrupted by the FedEx delivery. But wishing to keep things on an even keel, to placate him, she exclaimed, "Oh, it can wait!" Dropping the envelope on the small table in the foyer, she added, "Let's go back to bed."

"Naw, the mood's gone, ducks. I'm gonna take a quick shower, make a cuppa rosy lee, then start on dinner," he answered her in a bogus Cockney accent.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2012

    Stay away from this book! This was one of the worst Barbara Tay

    Stay away from this book! This was one of the worst Barbara Taylor Bradford novels I have ever read. The plot was thin, and too far-fetched in many places, the characters were shallow and there just wasn't enough substance. It was almost like reading the screenplay for a made-for-TV movie, complete with ridiculous cliff-hangers and places for commercial breaks. Be advised - this is a spoiler alert - the 4 young women hadn't spoken in7 years because they had a falling out over a boy like a bunch of 13 year olds! It was simple and petty but was so built up as to be ridiculous. And of course, everyone kisses and makes up, and goes to a party. Sad to say, but it was a complete waste of my time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2011

    Not Enough Substance

    Not on the same par as Woman of Substance . I was disappointed and would not recommend it .

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2009

    Great Escape

    One of the few I hadn't read when it first came out and I enjoyed it tremendously. A real no brainer but compelling and not in the typical BTB formula.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2003

    Captivating , Mesmerising book!!!!!!!!!

    This book is for those people who enjoy great books and have a great taste for them ,this is for the the bibliophiles who just loves books as i do and is proud to be honoured with the sobriquet of a book worm , anyone who loves this book and has also enjoyed other books please inform me t tentash2002@hotmail.com to tell me about your tastes and your favourites, AN AVID READER .........

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2002

    If You Love Paris, this is the next best thing to being there!

    This captivating story of romance is a perfect read for those looking to get away from it all. Barbara is the best author when it comes to describing places (both historic and fictional). She does a superb job here at describing Paris and its historic locations. The characters all face interesting dilemas, but in the end they all find a degree of closure. This is surely one of Barbara's 5 best

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2002

    HAVE YOU EVER HAD THREE WEEKS IN PARIS?

    I THOUGHT THIS BOOK WAS EXTREMELY WONDERFUL. BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS. WHEN I READ THE FIRST PART OF THIS BOOK IT GOT ME WONDERING. i FISNISHED READING IT ABOUT LAST WEEK. IT IS TOTALLY GREAT. I WOULD RATE IT SIX STAR!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2002

    A Quiet Paris

    I love Paris and this novel gave you a taste of life in the City of Light. Each heroine was involved with her own concerns from the past and Ms. Taylor did a wonderful job of bringing them full circle. This is a light, quick read and one I would recommend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2002

    What a great read

    this was a joy to read. It would be great to be in Paris of 3 weeks. ***** 5 stars

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