How can you look at the cover of this book and not be intrigued? What woman? What lobby? What a set of pins!
When Australian beauty Violet Armengard fails to woo her husband back – even though he has cheated on her and, worse in my opinion, has a ponytail – she falls straight into the arms of a smooth-talking tennis star. Thirty years old and hopelessly naive, she turns up in Paris at the tennis star’s behest, only to find out, upon arrival at the hotel he’s told her to go to, that he is swinging his racket elsewhere. Too ashamed to go home, and too broke to get a room in such a high-class establishment, she takes refuge in the lobby. What Violet doesn’t know is that beautiful young women can get all the fancy hotel rooms they like from that position.
So begins a life of swapping her womanly wiles for suitcases full of haute couture and 1000-thread-count sheets in beautiful rooms in gorgeous cities around the world. She’s not a hooker, or at least that’s what she tells herself. She accompanies the same rich man until he tires of her and money never changes hands – just jewels and a few other of life’s little luxuries.
It’s not a bad life if you hanker after the jet-set more than you hanker after love. But then there is Florin, the male version of Violet, after whom she does hanker. What in the world does she have to offer him? obviously a book about a woman who trades sex for Lanvin coats is going to be steamy in places but this is no Harold Robbins read-alike. The Woman in the Lobby is much more about choices and their consequences than it is about erotica. I was intrigued with Violet’s world from the first page to the last. Highly recommended.
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