• • • The Downfall of a Good Girl • • •
“You will never look at a piano the same way again after reading this scintillating romance.” — RT Bookreviews, 4 1/2 stars
Southern debutante Vivienne LaBlanc can’t believe bad-boy rock star Connor Mansfield is back in town for the New Orleans annual Saints and Sinners pageant. He has a reputation as wicked as his devilish smile, and Vivi has no intention of becoming one of his latest groupies!
He once crushed her high school heart, so playing the saint to Connor’s sinner should be easy. But how can Vivi get those less than angelic thoughts out of her head—especially when Connor’s so good at tempting her to be bad?
This is the first book of the LaBlanc Sisters duet. Read Lorelei’s story in The Taming of a Wild Child.
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She spun and cut him off. “I think it’s best if we don’t talk. Ever.”
“Since you can’t carry on a civilized and mature conversation on appropriate topics, I’d prefer you not speak to me at all,” she said primly.
Vivi was back up on her high horse. “Oh, really?”
“Are you this condescending to everyone or just me?”
Her jaw tightened. “I don’t know why we’re even attempting a conversation.”
He was beginning to agree with her, but before he could say anything, Vivi continued.
“You know, I’m not one of your fans or some reporter you can charm or seduce. I’m not interested so it doesn’t work on me.”
That was a slap to his ego. It was also a bald-faced lie; she wouldn’t be so damned upset about it otherwise. “If I had been trying to seduce you, you’d know. The flying pigs would have been a dead giveaway.”
Vivi’s lips all but disappeared as she bit back whatever she wanted to say. Finally, she pried them open again. “Is there an actual reason you stopped me? Or are you just being your usual annoying self?”
“Silly me, I was just trying to be friendly.”
“Wow. Your definition of friendly is… insane.”
“And you need to look up the definitions of ‘civilized,’ ‘mature,’ and ‘appropriate.’ What’s gotten your panties all in a twist, anyway?” Damn it. I shouldn’t have brought up her panties.
The look on her face said she agreed – albeit for a different reason. “The condition of my panties is none of your concern.”
That was the truth. That reminder didn’t help shut down his imagination any, though. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to loosen up some. Relax a little.”
“You’re giving me advice? You’re supposed to be my role model for lifestyle choices?” with a laugh and a snort that could only be described as disdainful, she added, “Maybe you need to look up ‘irony’ while you’ve got your dictionary out.”
“I think I’m doing pretty well, thank you very damn much.”
That eyebrow arched up and it infuriated him. “I can see where you’d think that. My goals, however, are a bit higher than just sex, drugs and rock-and-roll.”
She thought for a moment. “No. There’s no excuse for you.”
For the first time in his life, Connor was speechless. Vivi took advantage of the moment, turning on her heel and walking away before he had a chance to gather his wits and rebut.
Vivi could be a cold, cutting bitch, and he had no idea what had flipped the switch. He’d actually thought they were making good progress today toward some mutual tolerance.
Boy, were you wrong.
This situation had just crossed into farce territory. He couldn’t stop thinking about the panties of a woman who’d just as soon shoot him as look at him. And since he appreciated and returned the sentiment, the fact he couldn’t stop thinking about Vivi and her panties – and the possible lack thereof – was just insult to injury.
This wasn’t a farce. It was a nightmare. The very definition of insanity.