The moment I laid eyes on the new photographer at work, I had his number. Cocky, arrogant, and super-wealthy — women were eating out of his hand as soon as his tight ass crossed the threshold of our office. But not me. I knew better.
When we were forced to go to Paris together for an assignment, I wasn’t interested in his seductive smile, his sexy accent or his dirty laugh. I wasn’t falling for his charms.
Until I did.
Until he was kissing me and I was wondering how it happened. Until he was dragging his lips across my skin and I was hoping for more. Paris does funny things to a girl and he might have gotten me naked.
But Paris couldn’t last forever.
Parisian Nights is a standalone, contemporary romance.
Genres & Tropes: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Contemporary Women’s Fiction