‘Honestly, how does Arno Dorian make his way incognito around Paris without drawing attention to himself with his smouldering good looks? With those heady dark eyes, those sensual, pouty lips, and that panty-wetting purr of a voice, I find it hard to believe he can remain hidden in plain sight for long. If I were one of Marquis de Sade’s courtesans, I’d make it my mission to bed my employer’s gorgeous associate. And of course, I wouldn’t charge a single sous.’