Moon Fever
Chapter 1
September, ten years from now
Desiree Gill didn't recall how she'd gotten there, seated in a dark corner, across a small round table from one of the most famous men in the world. She had vague memories of sitting in the back of a limo and talking for hours and hours. Of lips brushing sensually across her wrist, sending an arc of desire through her. A moment later, the slightest pinprick of pain sent her soaring with fiery pleasure. Her responses had been so intense she'd finally blacked out from sheer bliss.
She knew exactly where they were now: under the green-and-white-striped outdoor awning of her favorite cafe on the edge of the French Quarter. A sign on the shop proclaimed that it closed only for Christmas and some hurricanes. It had closed briefly for one a few years back but had quickly reopened. The Quarter had refused to bend to the will of Katrina, even if the rest of the city was still a little ragged around the edges a full decade later.
"You were here then," he said.
It was not a question. And something in his voice took her back to struggling through waist-high water on a street full of the st ... read full excerpt from: Moon Fever ebook
