I Love You in French

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Sparrow </strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>I want a love - the hit me in the guts and make me feel something kind of love. The kind of love my parents shared. My father was American and my mother was French and while I've never had a desire to leave my small New England town of Birch Borough or my bakery and café Sparrow's Beret I want to be brave. And I'm not sure that I am. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>My chances at finding a life changing love feel more like a fallen soufflé than a flaky maple croissant. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Cue Handsome Stranger. He's new to our town and while his voice is like the crackly top of a perfect crème brûlée I've made the ridiculous mistake of falsely claiming (twice) that I'll date a Frenchman or date no man. And as you can see it clearly hasn't worked for me so far. </span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Rafe </strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>When I landed in Birch Borough all I wanted was to find a way to get back my creative spark so I could write the lyrics I needed to make music again. I didn't plan on meeting Sparrow a woman who has single handedly turned my world upside down with a glimpse of her face on a moving train car. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>To find her again feels like fate. So much so that when I end up offering to help her get the man of her dreams I don't realize that I'm about to be in the fight of my life to not hold on to her myself. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>And after the heartache I've had between Paris and LA from famous parents to an ex who stole my songs I can't find the courage to tell her my secret. If she's going to love me it has to be for me and definitely not because I'm French. So I know I can't fall for her. Except I already have. </span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)><em><span>??</span>I Love You in French is a sweet swoony small-town closed door rom-com with lots of heat but none of the spice (except cinnamon). Full of the warmth of the fall season it's the first in a series of standalone rom-coms set in the fictional New England town of Birch Borough. </em></strong></p>