Lavish parties in Paris don’t impress a man like me. Been there and done that a thousand times over. But when I stumble upon a mysterious woman in black at a masked ball in Paris, she does more than impress. She turns me on, over, and upside down just looking at her. We shared a kiss but I know she needed more. We both did. Now all I have left of her is her glove. I shouldn’t care this much about a memory—or a woman. Especially when it’s getting in the way of a new girl who turns my head. She happens to be my brother’s sister-in-law. Talk about family ties. But she also happens to be someone else. Someone who taunts me with familiarity and curves I know I’ve seen before. I’m on my knees for my woman in Paris. And all she was… Was one midnight kiss. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~Weston