We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
~ William Shakespeare ~
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New Orleans gets in your blood. Like sweet chocolate or a decadent bite. Ancient mysteries hide behind hidden doorways, and messy love happens in the dim bar lights of the French Quarter. Follow us through nine tales of love found through need, pain, desire, and inhuman temptations. Contemporary, paranormal, menage, or gender bending, we've got it all, in one perfect package. Just like the city itself.
9 Erotic Romance Tales in the Big Easy
Sabine fluffed each breast stuffed in her corset, her secret weapons of distraction. A man's eyes never made it past her chest, oblivious to her wandering hands as she'd lift their wallets and money clips right from their pockets. Thievery wasn't necessarily in her nature, but the skills came in handy to teach the pervs a lesson. If they couldn't keep their hands to themselves, then neither would she.
Tonight though, would prove to be even more fruitful as billionaire Jasper Carrington, III held his annual privateer fundraiser. The little soiree was on a replica of one of Jean Lafitte's privateering ships—who the hell knew which one—and Sabine held little care. Her attention focused on what lay inside the ship. The ultimate treasure she sought; her great-great-great-grandfather's brass sextant. As stories went, she was sure some of the tale had been enhanced and enlarged, much like the talk of any man's penis. But from what her grandfather had told her as a young child, his great-great-grandfather was supposedly none other than Lafitte himself. Little was known about his fathering a secret child, one out of the limelight of the history books.
And Sabine wasn't leaving the party tonight without it. She just had to get her hands on it before Carrington auctioned the piece off to the highest bidder, where it would do nothing but collect dust on some other billionaire's shelf. Sabine though, had other plans for it. A code was said to be somewhere inside the case or on the instrument itself. A key to unlock the secret treasure long forgotten by history. And it could also be the key to Sabine's mysterious past.
She adjusted her tricorn hat over the wig of blonde cascading curls, and made her way up the boarding plank. The spiked heels of her leather thigh-high boots pounded against the wooden board as she ascended the gangway. Waves rocked the vessel beneath her and she gripped the metal rail, hoping her Dramamine would kick in sooner rather than later.
Sea spray from the waves crashing against the ship mixed with the humid New Orleans night air, glistening along her exposed skin. She pushed her black puffy sleeves up to her elbow, allowing the breeze to cool her. As she made it to the top a hand reached out to guide her on deck. On the other end of the long muscular arm she found a broad chest and trailed her gaze up to a pair of dark-brown eyes that could have swallowed her whole, had she kept staring. It took everything in her to tear her attention from the handsome face covered with a slight shadow of bristles along his jawline. Thick, dark hair slicked over his head coming to rest at the nape of his neck in wavy locks.
Shit. She didn't expect Jasper himself to be greeting everyone at the entrance.