Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences

SHE, young, educated – a woman of substance – wore a flowing, form-fitted white gown that tumbled in silken folds and revealed her breath in the soft rise of her alabaster breasts. Her eyes reflected an emerald depth as her heartbeat declared the rhythm of her life in her temples. The fragrance of a white gardenia, nestled in the curves of her auburn curls, announced her arrival as she glided elegantly to her aisle and settled, like a dove, into her corner seat.
HE, a towering self-assured giant of a black man, chest broad and arms outstretched in opulent black leather, was opulent. Dark mahogany eyes locked irresistibly onto her and declared his desire. His full baritone filled the opera house with harmony and the musical seduction began.
His hypnotic gaze met her heated blush with hunger.
THAT insatiable night wove them irretrievably together, locked in a magnetic embrace riding moonbeams of passion and ribbons of desire. Would the seeds of love planted that night, a decade earlier, prove strong enough to bear her life and death struggle?
Would the only man she could turn to help, as the secrets of the past reveal her betrayal?