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The Champagne Crush

by Caroline O’Connell

 

(Les Femmes Series)
Publication date: September 16th 2025
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

For fans of The Paradise Problem, a slow-burn romance about a socialite in over her head in a high-stakes job promoting a new sparkling wine with a difficult boss who wants to see her fail—despite the electric sparks flying between them.

Catherine Reynolds has enjoyed a life of luxury, but her diplomat parents have cut her off financially, leaving her flat broke. She is determined to turn things around and gain her independence—so, when an old family friend offers her a lifeline as a PR consultant for his sparkling wine company, she jumps at the chance. But working with Chris McDermott, the company’s sexy, stubborn president, is anything but easy.

A purist at heart, Chris clashes with Catherine’s glitzy marketing flair; still, the chemistry between them is undeniable. As they travel from New York to Napa, Paris, and the Champagne region of France, their partnership blossoms amid high-stakes industry rivalries and a launch that could make or break them.

When sabotage threatens to shatter their dreams, Catherine must dig deep to prove her worth. With the dazzling unveiling of their new sparkling wine in Bordeaux in jeopardy, will she and Chris overcome the challenges of the past and present to secure their future—and find love in the process?

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Black Tie dinner at Plaza Hotel in NYC,

fundraiser to benefit the California Sparkling Wine Producers in Napa, CA

 

Sean gestured to the bottle in the ice bucket on the table. “One strong benefit of sparkling is the affordable price, compared to a bottle of French champagne that costs two or three times as much. Granted most sparkling wines don’t have the complexity of champagne, but that’s not necessary for every occasion.”

Chris agreed. He was glad Sean made the point.

“Have an idea for the documentary finale,” Ken said. “How about a sabering and pyramid of flutes? That was quite dramatic at the Spago party for the Oscars.” A reminder Chris would like to forget. The second cork popping off and barely missing the celebrity guests was a drama he didn’t want to repeat.

“All good ideas,” Kevin said. “May call on some of you for on-camera interviews before we wrap.”

Chris was full by the time the dessert of Valrhona chocolate mousse with whipped cream and berries was served. He devoured it anyway. He noticed Catherine hadn’t eaten with the gusto of others at the table. She and Vanessa only sampled their dishes. Must be some party protocol.

While after-dinner coffee was offered, Doug stepped to the mic and introduced the head of the UC Davis Sparkling Winemaking Program, who thanked everyone for their support and described how the money raised would benefit their research and scholarships.

“Now it’s time to end the suspense and find out how much these rare bottles are worth,” Doug said. “Please welcome our celebrity auctioneer, Trevor Jones.” Trevor walked onstage to loud applause. Doug piped in, “You’re clapping now, but if you don’t bid generously, you could be on the receiving end of his jokes.” That drew guffaws. The crowd was getting rowdy after a few glasses of good wine, just the thing to bid up the prices.

Trevor took the microphone. “Good evening, folks.” He went into a short monologue recapping the day’s events and cracking jokes at the expense of high-profile guests. He closed with, “Let’s take the plunge. We have many exceptional bottles to auction off to reach our goal. Please open your wallets and bid with abandon.”

There were other things Chris wanted to pursue with abandon, starting with Catherine’s bare back. Her slinky dress was killing him. Unaware of his train of thought, she was in an animated conversation with Will.

The bidding became heated, and Chris directed his attention to the stage. As each lot was auctioned off, Chris and Ken jotted down notes in the margins of their programs and bantered back and forth about the prices they were fetching. Unlike the blind tasting, this process was highly visible. Chris assumed some buyers were making winning bids for the prestige and bragging rights, as much as for the unique bottles and contribution to the cause. In this case, glitz overrode substance. He said as much to Ken—not grasping he was about to fall into the same quest to be victorious.

Pleased with the competitive bidding, Trevor congratulated the crowd on their good taste. The lots were fetching higher prices than anticipated. After forty-five minutes, one final bottle remained. “Well folks, you’ve risen to the occasion. The California Sparkling Wine Producers thank you,” Trevor said. “And now we have a special surprise for our last bottle.” The crowd drew quiet. “The high bidder on this rare Trianon 1952 vintage jeroboam will also receive a two-night stay at romantic Les Crayères in Champagne and a gourmet dinner for two in their Michelin-starred restaurant, along with a private tour of the kitchen and toast with the chef.”

When Catherine stood up, Chris figured she was going to the ladies’ room, so he was taken off balance by Trevor’s next words. “Catherine Reynolds, representing Trianon, has agreed to join the winning bidder in a toast and to lead off the first dance of the evening.” He beckoned her to the stage.

Did I say I wanted a woman full of surprises? Uh-oh. He’d be damned if anyone else was getting this prize. He was feeling awfully possessive at the moment.

They were off and running. A number of attractive men participated in the early bidding, including Chris, Patrick Tournelle, Will Frost, and even Sean Dunlavy. When the dollar figure exceeded $4,000, the bidding contest narrowed to only two: Chris and Will. Trevor chided the combatants. “Looks like we have a horse race, ladies and gentlemen. Miss Reynolds, would you care to weigh in on the contest?”

All she murmured was, “I’m glad they’re supportive of the cause,” which prompted twitters.

When Chris made it clear he planned to bid whatever it took, his friend Will bowed out. Finally. Do I have to broadcast my interest any louder?

“Fair warning,” Trevor announced, indicating the bidding was about to stop, and the gavel came down. “Sold to Chris McDermott for $5,000.”

Amid applause, Chris walked onto the stage, shook hands with Trevor, and enfolded Catherine in a warm embrace that sent cameras flashing. Doug Barr joined the trio to pose for photos. A waiter materialized with four glasses of champagne that they sipped while the stage was being cleared.

The band took their places. Vanessa stepped up to the microphone and started performing her signature version of “Knocks Me Off My Feet.”

“I believe this dance is mine,” Chris whispered in Catherine’s ear, before he whisked her onto the dance floor.

“You sure know how to make a splash,” Catherine said. “Hope this doesn’t appear like we’re fraternizing.”

“All for the cause,” Chris murmured, holding her possessively close. She felt so good in his arms while they moved in time to the music. Vanessa sang the refrain, and he caught the message of the song—a love so strong it made you weak.

Other couples joined them on the dance floor, and Chris steered Catherine to a less conspicuous spot in an alcove behind one of the pillars. “About that bare back,” he murmured and pulled her closer in his embrace.

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Your Ultimate Guide to a Perfect Trip to Paris is the must-have resource for travelers who want charm, comfort, and location—without the luxury hotel price tag.

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About Author Caroline O’Connell:

CAROLINE O’CONNELL has written five travel guides and numerous travel articles for magazines, newspapers, and websites. Her Romance In Paris guide has won widespread praise: “There is no better person to guide you through Paris than Caroline” — Peter Greenberg, the Travel Detective, radio host, and Travel Editor on CBS-TV. And Library Journal raved — “Reading this breezy but informative guide to Paris is like having a series of conversations with a well-traveled friend…”

Her debut novel, THE CHAMPAGNE CRUSH: A Romance Novel (Spark Press), is due out on September 16, 2025.

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“I am known to some as the Grim Reaper, or the Angel of
Death. Death is my preferred name. It’s stylish and modern, and it goes well
with my Armani suits. I don’t have a fascination with robes, scythes, or
skeletons, especially when I’m releasing souls.”

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My Name Is Death

by Laura Daleo

Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

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My Name Is Death takes the Grim Reaper concept in a creative
direction. Put aside the image of a scary, sickle-carrying, robe-clad entity.
There are no shortages of Italian suits, velvet neckties, and oxford shoes in
Death’s wardrobe.

Death encounters a terminally ill young lady, Annalise,
during a holiday in New Orleans. As she approaches the afterlife, Death wants
to ensure she makes the best of her final moments. It is not long before they
become friends.

A peaceful coexistence between angels and humans is what God
desires. This plan is contrary to one of God’s other sons’ belief that angels
are far superior to humans.

Devastation begins, and only God knows how it will end.

“Nothing in life is certain except death and taxes. I
hold this statement in high regard. Why? There are two possibilities. I could
be a tax accountant-borrrinng-or I could be Death. If you guessed the latter,
advance to go and collect $200. My name can influence anyone in a room; some
say Grim Reaper, others say Angel of Death. I like to call myself Death. It has
a pleasant ring and a powerful effect on people. The way “Death”
embodies the style and pizazz of my attire, which includes Armani suits, ties,
and shoes, influenced my decision to select it as my name. It had never
occurred to me to dress in a dark robe, to carry a scythe or an hourglass, or
to assume a skeleton physique.”

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She exited the store wearing baggy cargo jeans, a graphic retro T-shirt of butterflies, and platform sneakers. She draped the sweater coat over her arm. It seems odd that she would keep

that thing. Apparently, she has some unknown reason for remaining attached to the article of clothing.

Standing before me, she curtsied, and a big smile spread across her face. “Is that better?” she asked.

“Yes, very much. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”

Putting her hand on her stomach, she stated, “I might not be able to keep the food down.”

“I see. Could we have something to drink, or is that out of the question as well?”

“Alcoholic beverages?”

“Nice try, but no. How about a soda?”

“Fine,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

I ignored the pouty performance as I rose from the bench. “Let’s take a stroll and find a soda shop.”

She giggled. “A stroll?”

In response, I balked. “What’s wrong with stroll?”

“Dude, nobody says that.”

“My name is not Dude. Stroll simply means to walk.”

She swatted my arm. “I know what it means, but the word isn’t hip. You look like you’re in your twenties, but you talk like you’re a hundred years old. By the way, what’s your name? I’m Annalise.”

I bobbed my head in acknowledgment. “Ah, got it. I’ll try to work  on my coolness.” I pursed my lips as I pondered telling her my name.

“What, you don’t have a name?”

While we zigzagged down the crowded sidewalk, I avoided eye contact with her. Instead, I gazed at the vibrant buildings and greenery spilling out from balconies. The trot of horse hooves rang in my left ear, and I glanced in their direction. The carriage was full of drunken people toasting their glasses and singing off-key. Her persistent, inquisitive gaze compelled me to respond.

“Yes, I do, but it’s complicated.” I glanced at her. “It will only lead to questions. Once we have our soda, we’ll find a place to sit and

talk.”

“Nothing like being all mysterious.”

I dismissed her sarcasm. “You’d think one of these stores would have soda.”

“I hope it isn’t far,” she said, clutching her stomach.

I studied the lines etched into her brow. “Are you in pain again?”

Rather than speaking, she nodded.

After forcing her to stop, I placed my hands on her shoulders. I lowered my head to match her eye level. “Look at me.”

She obeyed.

As I locked eyes with her, I used my gift—not enough to kill her, but enough to block her brain’s communication. In one blink, I altered her perception of pain. She swayed, and her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment before I released her. “Do you feel better now?”

A slow smile crossed her lips, and she laughed out loud. “God, yes.

What did you do? No, wait. How did you do it?” She inquired, her eyes widening and darting about in confusion.

“I will explain once we find a quiet spot to talk.” Taking my eyes off of her, I noticed the Sip A Froth sign swaying in the warm breeze.

“That might be what we’re looking for.”

She turned her head in the direction I had indicated. “Either that, or it’s a bar, and bars still serve soda.”

“Indeed, they do.”

As we entered the store, an explosion of colors greeted us. Candy, cookies, salty snacks, hats, sunglasses, mugs, postcards, and T-shirts crowded the small store. The entire back wall featured a massive soda selection, and Annalise rushed straight for it. She held up a bottle as I approached her. “Oh my God, Peanut Butter and Jelly soda!” she exclaimed.

“Sounds unpleasant.”

She laughed out loud. “How about this one? Gross Gus Pimple Pop!”

Curling my lips, I cringed. “Hideous.” I searched the shelves for something normal. “These will do.”

“Frostie Root Beer and King Kong Cola? You’re no fun.”

“Your stomach will thank me.”

She waved me away as she rummaged through the store. A highpitched squeal pierced my eardrums. She ran toward me wearing a lace cloche hat and gold flower sunglasses. She waved a fedora hat and pineapple sunglasses at me. “Oh my God, put these on.”

“What on earth for?”

“Come on. It will be fun, and the photo booth will help us capture our memories.”

“Photo booth?”

“Yes, it’s at the back of the store.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.

My gift had adversely affected her. She was high as a kite. I removed her hand from my arm and pointed to the counter. “Let me buy these first.”

As I brought the fedora hat and pineapple monstrosities to the counter, she pointed to the hat on her head and sunglasses covering her eyes. “These too.” She said with a bounce in her step.

The female clerk announced monotonously, “That’s $83.97.”

“Oh, and do you have a seating area where we can quench our thirst?” I inquired after handing her a hundred-dollar bill.

Annalise groaned and rolled her eyes. “We need to work on your vocabulary.”

Instead, I turned my attention to the clerk behind the counter. She was clearly bored, as she twirled her finger around a strand of hair.

“We do. You go around to the back and take the stairs up to the roof.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s time to take pictures; let’s go!”

I sighed. “Very well.

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I was born and raised in sunny San Diego, California. A
creative writing class in junior high ignited my passion for storytelling;
however, it was Anne Rice who truly inspired me. Her novel, Interview With The
Vampire, has become one of the best-selling books of all time and fueled my
desire to craft my own vampire legend. In 1996, I created Immortal Kiss, which
patiently waited until 2014 for its publication.

At present, my published works include Immortal Kiss, Bound
by Blood, The Vow, The Vampire Within, The Soul Collector, The Doll, Once We
Were Witches, and My Name Is Death. My current project is an urban fantasy
titled The Wolf Experiment.

Here are some fun facts about me: I love enjoying Starbucks
coffee while I write. I’m also obsessed with shoes. I have two furry kids named
Rose and Cooper. And, of course, I’m a huge fan of all things vampire.

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