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Can this celebrity chef keep his past hidden?
Not with a beautiful society reporter uncovering his secret desires!
Pierre LeBlanc is a triple threat: celebrated chef, food-network star and owner of the Big Easy’s hottest restaurant. Journalist Rosalyn Arnaud sees only a spoiled playboy not worthy of front-page news. Their sizzling attraction tells another story. But when she uncovers his secret, their love affair could end in shattering betrayal...
ZURI DAY is the national bestselling author of almost two dozen novels, including the popular Drakes of California series. Her books have earned her a coveted Publishers Weekly starred review and a Top Ten Pick out of all the romances featured in Publishers Weekly Spring 2014. Day is a winner of the Romance Slam Jam Emma Award and the AALAS (African American Literary Award Show) best romance award, among others, and was a finalist for multiple RT Book Reviews Best Book Awards in Multicultural Fiction. Book six in the Drakes of California series, Crystal Caress, was voted Book of the Year and garnered her yet another Emma Award in 2016. Her work has been featured in several national publications, including RT Book Reviews, Publishers Weekly, Sheen, Juicy and USA TODAY. Find out more at zuriday.com.
Champagne Kisses
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Secret Silver Nights
Crystal Caress
Silken Embrace
Sapphire Attraction
Lavish Loving
Decadent Desire
French Quarter Kisses
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French Quarter Kisses
Zuri Day
ISBN: 978-1-474-08486-4
FRENCH QUARTER KISSES
© 2018 Zuri Day
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Roz found herself studying his face, his profile.
His hair wasn’t all black, she discovered, but was more a deep brown with errant gold highlights here and there. Was that natural? She thought so, and felt the same about the perfectly arched brows above those gorgeous hazel eyes, now hidden by lids sporting ridiculously long eyelashes that curled at the ends. His nose, thin and aquiline, was perfectly proportioned. For the first time, she noticed the merest hint of a mustache and a tiny mole just above and to the right side of pinkish-tan tinted lips.
You are one fine brother.
Pierre opened his eyes. Suddenly, unexpected. Roz was busted.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s what we journalists do, always examining, looking, probing...”
Pierre eased off the wall and took a step toward Roz. Then another. Roz’s heartbeat increased as she watched his gaze take in her face, then move lower to her lips as he licked his own.
He stopped in front of her, separated by inches.
“What are you doing?”
“Examining, searching.” He leaned forward, brushed his lips across hers. “Probing...”
In 2014, there were back-to-back romance conferences in New Orleans—the perfect excuse to spend almost two weeks in one of the world’s liveliest cities. Most activities happened in the fun, famous French Quarter. But what I found even more interesting, and disturbing, was the city that lay outside of those seventy-five square blocks.
Five minutes from the state’s biggest tourist attraction and I was quickly reminded of 2005’s Hurricane Katrina, the fifth deadliest in our country’s history. Ten minutes away and blocks looked much as they did days after the storm. The cameras are gone. The
world has forgotten. But many natives, like this book’s Pierre LeBlanc, cannot forget because they are still recovering from what happened when the levees broke. Trying to repair their lives. Homes. Hearts. That’s where love, and heroine Rosalyn, enter the story. Love can rebuild it all.
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