Danielle Sosna has no problem denying herself in order to achieve her goalsafter all, that attitude landed her a dream job at Vogue Paris. But in New Orleans for one last assignment before heading overseas, she's faced with the most decadent of temptations. Seductive Cajun chef Bobby Prejean takes Dani's strength of will as a challenge, and offers her a night of wild indulgenceif she will agree to obey his every command
Dani can't resist Prejean's invitation to join him in a world of carnal desire, complete with fetish costumes and masks. Determined to keep her emotional distance, she gives Prejean everything but her name. A night becomes a week, as she spends Mardi Gras suspended in the delicious space where pleasure meets pain.
Too late, she realizes the cloak of anonymity has not protected herand that chasing her dream might come at the expense of her heart.
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"No," Dani said into her cell, "I need more than that."
She listened to the local contact drawl on about docks, something about the river being high, or lowshe'd lost track of which was the problemand eyed a vine spilling over a crumbling stone wall. It tumbled with florid blossoms, glowing scarlet, deep-throated blooms that seemed nearly sexual. They could work in one of the shoots, a metaphor for allure. The very lushness of the bloom might put the models to shame, however.
Besides, the concept for the "Fashion Masquerade" piece focused more on contrivances and layers of artifice. Not the real sensuality of nature.
Her stomach sent up a hollow signal and she glanced at her watch. If she didn't get a move on, she'd miss an opportunity to eat anything at all.
"Look," she finally interrupted, breaking what she knew was a cardinal rule of the South, "either you can deliver or you can't. It's as simple as that. I don't want to play the bitch here, but if I can't have the location, then I have to come up with something else. Okay? Fine. Call me later when you know."
She swiped the phone to silence, tucked it, along with her sunglasses, into her purse and hastened through the stone archways of the next restaurant on her list. No way would she entirely miss the fabulous dining New Orleans offered. Following a strict calorie budgettighter even than the monetary one for this location shootshe could flirt with temptation for one lunch each day, without completely succumbing to the dark side.
A little denial never hurt anyone.
Sometimes it was better when it hurt. Pain is just weakness leaving your body.
Settling at her table in the shaded courtyard, her pin-striped jacket felt like just the right weight. Fortunate, since the damp cling of her white silk shirt told her she didn't dare take the fitted top layer off. It might not be all that hot yet in the city, but it was humid as hell.
"Welcome to the Court des Deux Pendus," the smooth, impeccably garbed waiter greeted her, snapping a linen napkin open on her lap after setting a basket of fragrant rolls on the table. "May I offer you a cocktail or bring you water? We offer a Perrier sparkling or an Evian still."
"The still, please, with a wedge of lime."
She handed back the wine list and, resolutely, the bread basket. "And, if you have a kind heart, save me and take this away."
He glanced from the rolls to her with a raised eyebrow. "These are rosemary yeast rolls, made in the traditional style, with whipped honey butter. Are you sure?"
She groaned and fluttered her hand over her heart. "Maybe half, but that's all."
With a conspiratorial smile, he offered the basket and she plucked out a single roll. He promised to be back with her water and to take her order. Dani cut the roll, set the slightly larger half on her coffee saucer and scooted it to the other side of the table.
The first nibble melted in her mouth, sweet, heavy, with that perfect spike of rosemary. Resisting the wild desire to devour it, she forced herself to set the rest down and opened the leather-bound menu to decide what she could be allowed to have. The embossed image on the cover caught her eye, a stylized icon of two women, hanging by manacles. Les Deux Pendus, apparently.
She had just started to read the italicized story on the inside flap, when the waiter returned, pouring her water from a glass bottle with a neat twist of his wrist and setting a salver of lime wedges at her elbow.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Ruby is perfection. Hot, seductive, sensual, electric, edgy. All great elements for this NOLA set erotic romance. What starts as Danielle's single night of indulgence becomes a tormented journey for her as she falls under Bobby's spell. The BDSM is heightened and plentiful in this story (longer than the other 2 Facets novels) but also presented both sensually as well as raunchy. Artistic renderings of the scenes, wonderfully erotic interplay and anticipation adds a scrumptious aspect to the story of two individuals who are both determined not to succumb to anything beyond the pleasures of the flesh. Both characters are exquisitely crafted. The setting is thorooughly evocative of New Orleans. The secondary characters are rich and add to the great tale that, in the end, is like the perfect, decadent dessert you crave - even though you know you shouldn't.
Ruby is a sinfully erotic story that will show you the delights of carnal pleasure and the beauty of passion. The heat between Danielle and Bobby is scorching. In their wild abandon the world seems to stop around them, what was suppose to be one night of indulgence, leads to one week. Danielle must guard her heart so it does not get broken, but she does not realize that her heart is not the only one that is fragile. Ruby will awaken your appetite, captivate you desire, and feed your arousal. It is a carnival of delights that will keep you up all night devouring each page! I was given a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Once again, Jeffe Kennedy is keeping it real! While it probably won’t happen that you go into a high class restaurant, order something on the menu in a way that it is not originally prepared, and have the chef come out screaming at you, and then offer you a night of wild abandonment, there are some other things that bring you back down to earth whilst reading Kennedy’s books. In a previous review of mine, of her book Platinum, I mentioned that I loved that the main character felt slight pain when she went to pee and wipe herself after some pretty heavy and rough sex — because that actually happens in real life! Now! Any book that has anal sex in it, or anal play (plugs, beads, whatever), will rarely touch on the fact that, well, hey, it’s kind of gross back there if you don’t prepare yourself properly. Why don’t they? Because it’s gross. Yes, I said it. However, people DO try out, and DO enjoy anal play. And there are some realistic ways to make it cleaner and awkward after the fact — such as enemas! Yep! You can buy them in the store! And that’s one thing that Danielle does in this book. Why do I love it? Because it’s real. And because Kennedy made it amusing. Danielle is shopping for an enema bag, trying to seem all nonchalant about it, (like young people buying condoms, or a guy buying tampons for his girl — always pick out a few extra things to try and mislead the checkout counter person!) She adds a few extra items to make it seem less weird, and thinks to herself “Some girls just shave their legs for dates”. I literally laughed out loud at this. Danielle is also VERY high-strung about her job, which seems to be a mainstay for anyone who works in fashion, and Prejean offers her an out of that life, if only for the time when the sun is down. Between the really hot sex, the delicious sounding food (thanks, Kennedy, for making my mouth water for beignets again, jerk.) and the amusing bits here and there, PLUS the fact that Prejean has a hidden side to him, and the H.E.A., it makes for one hell of a book. There’s a reason I try to review as many of Jeffe Kennedy’s books as I can, and why I went and bought her others books. This is a perfect example. Her writing is hot, fun, witty and real. I’m going with a Four pt Five out of Five for this book, just because not everyone will enjoy it. But if you like bits of pain, pleasure, good food and snarky comments mixed in, read this book!
"Ruby", a delight to savor. I've turned the pages like in a dream! The story took me to New Orleans and immediately, I felt bewitched and aroused. Following Ruby, I felt the spices in the air, the mystery and the desire to live a Mardi Gras full of surprises alongside Prejean. An erotic tale high in color and in flavor. More romantic and sensual than "Platinum", I liked the dangerous and attentive pirate played by the Chef Prejean. Let me tell you...(No, not about my fantasy about Pirates of the Caribbean!)...but, I drooled on the man, his skills and his dishes all along. So, If I had been invited to taste his cuisine, I would have jumped on the occasion! Located in an art gallery or in a chef's kitchen, the male characters, invented by the author, are always captivating and women always reveal their strenght and desire at their sides. I particularly enjoyed Danielle's curiosity and impertinence and would have continued my reading if Jeffe Kennedy have not put a final comma. A awesome grabbing erotic story! For each volume, Jeffe Kennedy's stories are pictured in different surroundings and each time, it's a delightful experience for the reader's imagination. Lucie newbooksonmyselves.blogspot.fr