Thierry Chevalier was the grandson and son of two famous conservative Louisiana Senators and can trace his roots to first French families settling in New Orleans from Canada. He runs family’s business enterprises with merciless efficiency and is known for being cold and ruthless. Thierry will stop at nothing to get what he wants, and he wants Angelique.
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Angelique Dubois is the daughter of the mayor and the heiress of the most prominent Black Creole family in New Orleans. Engaged to man of mother’s choosing who is cheating on her, she is bored with her life as a socialite, and yearns for real love, something she isn’t getting from her fiancé. To escape from a life that threatens to smother her, she starts to strip in disguise at best friend’s club to reaffirm her own sensuality. She never expected to be swept off the stage into the arms of a lover she never dared dream was out there for her. Little did she know following her heart would lead to ugly family secrets being revealed and a dangerous betrayal which threatens her future happiness with Thierry.
Thierry Chevalier was the grandson and son of two famous conservative Louisiana Senators and can trace his roots to first French families settling in New Orleans from Canada. He runs family’s business enterprises with merciless efficiency and is known for being cold and ruthless. Thierry will stop at nothing to get what he wants, and he wants Angelique. But Thierry’s family has secrets too; secrets the matriarch of the clan would do anything to hide.
“Okay, Remy,” Thierry said taking the other man’s arms in a firm grip to escort him out of the kitchen towards the front door. “Thanks for coming.”
But Remy was no longer moving. He stopped, looking up towards the staircase that carved down into the parlor. Thierry cursed under his breath before turning his eyes upward, knowing what he would see. Angelique stood in the middle of the staircase. Her damp hair had drawn up in tight ringlets that fell to the middle of her back, her provocative curves were barely hidden by his tailored dress shirt that brushed the top of her knees, and her little white teeth were worrying her lower lip. Thierry groaned in spite of himself. How could anyone look so deliciously sweet yet devilishly enchanting at the same time?
“That’s not the stripper from the other night,” Remy declared, gawking at the woman on the stairs. “That’s . . .”
“Yeah, I know who it is,” Thierry mumbled, trying to push Remy towards the door.
Remy wasn’t budging.
“Well hello, sweetness,” Remy drawled merrily, walking to the foot of the staircase and leaning against the intricately carved banister. “I’m Remy.”
The little bastard was holding his hand out as if to assist her the rest of the way down. Thierry had to elbow him in the stomach to make him move.
“Who is just leaving,” he said, shoving his cousin back towards the door. Remy quickly stepped around him.
“After I meet this delightful vision of loveliness,” Remy assured him with a even bigger smile.
Angelique stood frozen, clutching the railing as if it were a lifeline. She had woken up in the bed of Thierry-freaking-Chevalier only to find that her clothes had disappeared; then, after getting the courage to leave the room, runs smack dab into the biggest male whore in the entire South. Coupled with her complete mortification over what happened last night, this day couldn’t get any worse. She blinked in surprise as she felt a very strong hand prying hers away from the only thing keeping her upright. Thierry was frowning down at her, urging her down the stairs.
“Are you okay?” he whispered for her ears alone. Unfortunately, Remy had excellent hearing.
“Why wouldn’t she be okay?” he asked, stepping up to them as they reached the main floor. “Did this mean man hurt you, sweetheart?”
Angelique couldn’t help thinking this situation would be funny had it happened to anyone else. Remy was obviously working hard to get a rise out of Thierry, and it appeared to be working. Once again, doubts about his motives flashed into her mind. Why was Remy really here? What did they want from her?
“Look, I just want my clothes.” Angelique spoke up for the first time. “Then I’ll be on my way.”
“Now, sweetheart, you can’t run off before tasting the feast I cooked just for you,” Remy coaxed, reaching out to take hold of her hand, only to find his own hand intercepted by a very furious looking Thierry.
Well, now that was interesting. Remy had grown up with Thierry and never had he seen him look as mad and possessive as he did right now. At a momentary loss for words, Remy looked at the woman once more. She seemed to be familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her. She could have been the stripper, but the stripper had worn a mask and had straighter hair. He let his eyes wander down to take in her petite figure, only to have Thierry wrap his arms around her, effectively shielding most of her body from his view. Oh, this was getting better than he had ever dreamed.
“Leave now, Remy, or I might have to hurt you.”