Let the Good Times Roll

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Let the Good Times Roll
is a personalized novel set in the self-proclaimed party capital of the world, New Orleans, Louisiana. The city's year-round slogan is Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler, which translates to Let the Good Times Roll.
     Our couple find that phrase multiplied many times during their Mardi Gras visit. Dining in the finest restaurants, exploring the French Quarter, watching parades and catching beads lead to their big night: riding on a float during the Orpheus Parade. Yet in the prickly heat of the voodoo-laced Big Easy, an itchy situation shows how precious their life together really is.
    If you ever wanted to experience Mardi Gras, this is your book.
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WILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.

  MILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.

    John took a step toward the bed and noticed a strange sensation under his foot. Looking down, he was suddenly overcome with an uncontrollable urge. He reached down, dug his hands into the stack of beads, lifted as many as he could, and dropped them onto Ann.
    "Hey, that's cold!" she shouted when she felt the first bunch land on her midsection. But when she saw John bend and pick up another handful, she knew there was no sense in protesting. Instead, she drew the beads around her.
    John picked up the whole pile and placed it on her. Then he went to the other pile that they'd caught during the afternoon and deposited those on her, also.
    Ann rolled in them, wrapped them around her arms, put them around her neck. She wiggled and shifted in the heap of trinkets, pulling them over her breasts, positioning them on her stomach, draping them over her hips and loins until they covered her private parts completely. It was as if she wore a dress of beads, albeit one that, upon close examination, showed more of her than it should. Moving her hips provocatively, she cooed, "Is this what you wanted?'
    From the exhibition John's private parts were showing, the answer was all too obvious, but his playful nature brought her to laughter when he took a strand of beads, wrapped it over a few times, and placed it around his excitement. He rocked back on his heels for effect, smiled broadly and said, "See a bit of treasure you'd like?"
    "You are just too much," Ann said through a guttural laugh. "Now get over here and find my treasure under all these beads."
    John nearly flew through the air to land at her side, jostling the beads in the process. "Let's see. What happens if I do this?" He slid his hand under the pile and moved it toward her side. "Ah, yes," he proclaimed as he felt the smooth skin of her stomach. "I think this is something good." He poked his finger up through the beads, which caused Ann to slap at his hand and push a bunch of the beads onto him. Once again she laughed and said, "What's that? A little mouse sticking his head out?"
    John raised his eyebrows then raised his body. "Little? I'd say that is a pretty big mouse."
    Ann took him into her hand. "Yes, it is a big mouse, and I know just the place for him." She rolled over onto him and straddled his hips, bringing their bodies into perfect unity. Before John knew what was happening, Ann was rocking her body, and his hazel eyes were rolling back in his head.
The motion increased.
    The beads moved this way and that. Ann dipped her head and a strand danced across John's chest. Another was clenched in Ann's mouth and she unconsciously chewed on them as she ground her body against his. The beads clicked, clacked and rattled, but the sound of passion was louder, and amid the symbols of Mardi Gras, they made love like they were giving it up for Lent.
     John took a step toward the bed and noticed a strange sensation under his foot. Looking down, he was suddenly overcome with an uncontrollable urge. He reached down, dug his hands into the stack of beads, lifted as many as he could, and dropped them onto Ann.
    "Hey, that's cold!" she shouted when she felt the first bunch land on her midsection. But when she saw John bend and pick up another handful, she knew there was no sense in protesting. Instead, she drew the beads around her.
    John picked up the whole pile and placed it on her. Then he went to the other pile that they'd caught during the afternoon and deposited those on her, also.
    Ann rolled in them, wrapped them around her arms, put them around her neck. She wiggled and shifted in the heap of trinkets, pulling them over her body, positioning them strategically. It was as if she wore a dress of beads. "Is this what you wanted?" she cooed.
    John's playful nature brought her to laughter when he took a strand of beads, wrapped it over a few times, and placed it around his head. He rocked back on his heels for effect, smiled broadly and did a little dance.
    "You are just too much," Ann said through a guttural laugh. "Now get over here and find my treasure under all these beads."
    John nearly flew through the air to land at her side, jostling the beads in the process. "Let's see. What happens if I do this?" He slid his hand under the pile and moved it toward her side. "Ah, yes," he proclaimed as he felt the smooth skin of her shoulder. "I think this is something good." He poked his finger up through the beads, which caused Ann to slap at his hand and push a bunch of the beads onto him. Once again she laughed.
    Ann took his hand in hers to pull him closer to her side. She rolled over toward him, bringing their bodies into perfect alignment. Before John knew what was happening, Ann was kissing him crazily. His hazel eyes rolled back in his head.
    The beads moved this way and that. Ann dipped her head and a strand danced across John's chest. The beads clicked, clacked and rattled, and amid the symbols of Mardi Gras, they made love like they were giving it up for Lent.