Parisian Nights

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 Paris

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 with no cliffhanger.