Happy Mardi Gras everyone!
I have to admit Mardi Gras is my favorite holiday. I like it better than Christmas, New Year’s, and Easter combined. French for Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras is twenty-four solid hours of godly-sanctioned wicked indulgence. It’s the time to explore every wonton, lurid, wildly insane delight before the stroke of midnight and the beginning of Lent. It’s a race to get as much sinning done as possible before Ash Wednesday arrives and ushers in forty long days of chastity and repentance for all that fun.
And it is fun. So much fun! Want some beads? Show me something good, something naughty, something forbidden. Have a drink. Have five. Have a glass of pure grain alcohol in a plastic cup in the middle of Bourbon Street while showing off what you’ve got to the person in front of you, the people on the balconies, the eyes of the many cameras.
It’s a good night to meet someone for sweaty, anonymous sex. A good night to indulge in wicked fantasies and indecent proposals. A good night to explore all the things best done in the dark.
Would you want to do Mardi Gras? Would you do some serious sinning or just watch from the sidelines? Leave me a comment and win a digital copy of SINFULLY YOURS!
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Sinfully Yours by Lisa Fox
Mardi Gras is a time of debauchery, the “last hurrah” for all the sinners before Lent begins on Ash Wednesday. Bailey is on a mission to wallow in some serious carnal delights, and Bourbon Street is chock-full of options.
When a handsome military man appears at her side, she knows he’s the one for her. Beads are exchanged, flesh exposed, but their night of sinfully wicked lust ends with the coming of the dawn.
Bailey has the chance to keep the passion alive, as long as she has the courage to take the chance of a lifetime.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
An Excerpt From: SINFULLY YOURS
Copyright © LISA FOX, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
A roar of cheers and applause exploded from somewhere down the street and Bailey smiled. Someone must have shown something very, very good. She toasted the night with the remnants of the cocktail she had picked up before hitting Bourbon Street. The sharp kick of cheap vodka burned pleasantly as it slid down her throat. She put the empty cup aside, balancing it on top of a garbage can already heaped with at least twenty others. The alcohol went straight to her head, and she laughed as beads rained down out the sky. Music blasted from the Cat’s Meow speakers, a pulsating beat that commanded the crowd to dance. With no desire to resist, she moved her hips to the rhythm, letting herself get carried away.
“I think I just found my new favorite song,” a man said from somewhere beside her.
He had a deep voice, a panty-melting baritone, and she was already smiling as she turned toward him. What she found only made her smile wider. He was tall, well over six-feet, with close-cropped caramel-brown hair, and blue-gray eyes. With his ramrod-straight spine, firm body and air of tightly controlled dominance, he had to be military. She met his gaze and a prickly thrill tiptoed down her spine. This was a most fortuitous turn of events.
World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.
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