Fleur de Nuit Synopsis:
The difference between wanting and taking is the barest catch of breath…
Decadent food, smoky music, dark delights—who could live in the French Quarter and not be tempted to partake? Moira D’Arcangelis, that’s who.
Ever since her college boyfriend tried to add her to his list of murder victims, she’s lived a quiet life, which is code for no life at all. When her best friend Kara convinces—okay, drags—her to meet Adrian LaCroix, master of the local underground kink scene, his commanding presence and sexy Cajun accent bring her latent desires back to life.
His offer to train her as a Domme is the key to regaining control of her life. Yet becoming Adrian’s protégé comes with complications. As he opens her body, mind, and soul, she begins to see Kara in a new light—right about the time a legendary Domme returns, intent on stealing Kara away.
Moira has a fight on her hands. For Kara, and against a past that comes roaring back with a vengeance. She’ll need every trick Adrian can teach her to win the right to both life—and love.
Excert
“Moira, where are you?”
She laughed at the seriousness in Kara’s voice. “Guess.” She followed with a sharp rap on the door. Her phone went dead as the door opened. Kara stood there in sleep shorts and a tank top, a ponytail and a mildly disapproving look. Moira waggled her eyebrows and walked in. “Is there anything you don’t look hot in? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not looking good, you know that?”
Kara rolled her eyes and shut her door. “You are definitely more than buzzed. I need bourbon if I’m going to talk to you. I assume you want some too?”
“Yes, please!” Moira dropped her things and collapsed onto the couch.
Kara handed her a glass and squeezed in next to her. “What did Mistress Tamara want?”
Moira sipped the bourbon, letting the smoky heat trail down her throat. “God, that’s good. You always get the good stuff.” She set the glass down on the coffee table and leaned against Kara, wrapping an arm around her. “She wants you.”
Kara snorted. “So she asked you out to dinner? I feel like I’m missing the connection.”
“Oh, she wants me to top her sub. Josephine. The strawberry-blonde? Apparently she’s a gift for Adrian, and I’m supposed to see if she’s ready or some nonsense. And she thinks I need experience with more girls than just you.” She said that last with a bit of a pout.
Kara knocked back her bourbon and set the glass down with a wince. “What did you say?”
“I said I would. You should come. We’re meeting at Adrian’s tomorrow after I’m done with my client.”
“Maybe.”
Moira’s hand slid down Kara’s stomach. “You’re so tense. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you tense.”
“I’m cranky because you got drunk without me.” Her tone said otherwise.
“Ha. I don’t believe you.” Moira’s teeth nipped at Kara’s jaw as her hand plunged under the sleep shorts she wore. She smiled at Kara’s gasp of surprise, and pushed a finger and then two into her. “Does that help?”
Kara moaned. “Maybe I should get you drunk more often.”
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Cat Montmorency Bio:
Cat Montmorency grew up reading every book she could get her hands on, and pining after the ones she couldn’t. She’s been everything from lifeguard to riding instructor to high school math teacher, but discovered that being a ninja gamer-girl and out-of-the-closet die-hard romantic who writes things was much more fun. If pressed, she’ll describe herself as a Southern Belle with a geek complex and a fetish for well-crafted words.
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