Will the beads, Mardi Gras atmosphere and all the gala fun help Stacy to let down her hair?
Stacy Newport, CEO of elite Advertising Company in the Big Apple, is dragged away from the rat-race by her best friend, landing amidst the mayhem of Mardi Gras for some much needed fun after years of hard work and social sacrifice.
Hesitant to leave after firing her current CPA, Stacy realizes how badly she needs to get away. Will the city's seduction and the sexy allure of a masked man luring her through Bourbon Street be too hot to refuse?
"Marcus" may be just what Stacy needs—in more ways than one.
Rochelle was being lei-ed with an abundance of ever-grateful bead necklaces as Stacy was clasped by the wrist. She turned to see who owned the hand that touched her, pulling her towards the sidewalk.
He wore a mask, blonde strands of clean hair flicked out from the elastic behind it. Stacy followed, intrigued by the unknown. She took a lazy look down the length of his back, a wide frame lowered into narrow hips; his Levi’s cupped his butt to perfection and he wore, what small amount she could see, of brown leather boots beneath.
She was too absorbed in the shape of his derriere she forgot to pay attention to where they were going. He lured her into a dark alley. She should have been concerned; fighting to free herself from his grip, but her gut was tingling with trust, tantalized and turned on by his abrupt behavior.
When he turned, she reeled back, rum rolled around in her head, but she saw gentle green eyes peering back at her, felt a bolt of desire shoot through her body. Her heart beat double-time, her legs were weak and barely holding her up, the heat between her legs had her throbbing at the intensity of the situation; the absurdity of her willingness to succumb to such a venture.
The stranger stepped closer, slowly cupped her face in his hands and pressed her back against the wall. “Hello, beautiful,” he smiled, parted his lips wide to showcase clean, healthy teeth, a sprinkling of light stubble across his tight jaw line, and a deep dimple in his left cheek, before placing his lips against hers.