A BRIT FALLS FOR A YANKEE. IT'S ABOUT TO BE THE REVOLUTION OF A LIFETIME.

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Somehow I allowed myself to wander Bourbon Street on Christmas Eve. How I ended up there is not the point--how I lost my bra in a bar and ended up in the bed of a stranger is a much better story.

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The hero of my tale is a tanned Southern god who can make a mean pancake. For a girl who's never really seen the world outside of London, he promises me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams... if I only give into his charms. 

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But my stay in New Orleans is supposed to be nothing more than a flighty of fancy, a decision made on a whim. Once I let Monty Cotton touch me, though, leaving him behind will be the hardest decision I've ever made.