A gold letter, wrapper in diamonds, addressed to me. “You are cordially invited to Mystique Island.” It’s a Thanksgiving feast fit for a king, and I’m the main course. This getaway is for wild, but there’s nothing wild about it for me. I have a plan and a goal. There’s only one man that I want, and he’s going to lick his plate clean. Pretty please with a cherry on top. My cherry. Rainier is the most powerful man I’ve ever met. My boss. My master. I know he could never see me the way I need him to see me. He’s perfect, and I’m me. But on Mystique Island, we wear masks. So I take off my glasses. I let down my hair. And I open my legs… Welcome to Blakely After Dark. This is a naughty quick read for mature audiences only. Happily ever after’s are guaranteed!