A name whispered in salons and smoky parlors, Mocha Belladonne is as intoxicating as the flower she borrows her name from — rare, dangerous, and breathtaking. She drips luxury and seduction, with eyes that promise secrets and lips that make you forget them. A mistress of ambiance, she doesn’t just walk into a room — she claims it, like a spell cast in silk and skin. Paris adored her, Cairo craved her, and now, she moves in the shadows, offering only glimpses of the full experience…
