DESCRIPTION: Against the colorful backdrop of 1920s New York comes a tale of cruel seduction and illicit passion. Amélie, a young French woman newly married to a wealthy businessman, is attacked in her hotel room by a handsome lecher and his pair of lackeys. A game of twisted desire unfolds between them as she discovers within each man a dark reflection of her own stirring passions and sensuous curiosity. EXCERPT: The newspaper boy's lips tugged on the base of her pearl, drawing it between them to meet the wagging tip of his tongue, while the grease monkey's rough, beefy hands kneaded her full round breasts between his calloused fingers, a touch that should have been cruel and clumsy made all the starker by its skillful, delicate caresses. The youngest one's fingers traced the swell of her hips as he suckled the tip of her womanhood, nursing the warm electric jolts of pleasure with each soft tug of his lips, each flit of his tongue, and she broke their leader's kiss with a frantic gasp, cerulean blue eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “Je vous hais,” she whispered between his lips. “I loathe you.” “You sound like a woman in love,” he answered, their mouths so close that each syllable brushed her rose-red lips with a teasing kiss, and then he slipped one hand back through her long hair to pull her closer, to kiss her still more deeply, more passionately, a kiss that explored her mouth and tempted her strawberry tongue into a wickedly sensuous dance with the scarlet length of his own scarlet tongue. He stole her from the other two even as they stoked her body into a building, frenzied ecstasy. Their kiss became her world, and she felt her right hand lifting from the pillow, her fingers slipping through his messy blond hair as her mouth pressed closer, as her tongue followed his between their lips.