How could I possibly explain all the events of a lifetime, try to tell him who I was and what secrets I carried inside me? As if he were my confessor and I his supplicant.

Dissatisfied with the normalcy and safety of what appears to be the perfect relationship, Noah Ballard finds himself more and more distracted by the sensuality of the world around him. A passionate and talented record executive, he feels that he is not cut out for domesticity and longs for something darker and more powerful, an encounter that could stir him as deeply and ritualistically as music does.
 
Summer Zahova also craves an experience that is just beyond reach. Since the death of her lover Dominik, no one has been able to free the lust and shame she has buried within. An acclaimed violinist who has cast her music aside, Summer has spent the past few months in Brazil working as the organizer of the latest Ball—an erotic fête of the senses in which guests can truly be themselves and let their demons out to play. But her work for the Ball seems to touch only the surface, and she desires more: Summer needs love.
 
The duo finally meets in a back alley of the city of Recife, and what follows is an ecstatic symphony of lust and anguish, fear and surrender that puts the most intimate parts of Summer's soul on display. . . .
 
Praise for Vina Jackson
 
“Beautiful, arousing writing.” —Publishers Weekly on Winter
 
“Audacious and lustful: a love story that will take your breath away.” —20 minutes on Eighty Days Yellow
 
“It's modern, it's hot, but most of all it's beautifully written.” —Elleadore.com on Eighty Days Yellow
 
“Fun, frisky, and grown-up. It's refreshing to see female desire comes in more shades than just grey!” —Belle de Jour on Eighty Days Yellow