Selene was looking for "Rhett."
James thought she said, "rat."
Selene decided to be his Scarlett.
Frankly, James didn't give a damn.
Well, fiddle-dee-dee! Tomorrow was, indeed, another day.
Selene had three great passions: men, food, and GONE WITH
THE WIND. But the glamorous model always found herself
starving -- for both nourishment and affection. Weary of
the petty world of high fashion, she headed for New Orleans
for one last job before she began a new life. Then a
voodoo spell sent her back to the days of opulent balls and
vixenish belles like Scarlett O'Hara.
Charmed by the Old South, Selene couldn't get her fill of
gumbo, crayfish, beignets -- or an alarmingly handsome
planter. Dark and brooding, James Baptiste did not share
Rhett Butler's cavalier spirit, and his bayou plantation
was no Tara. But fiddle-dee-dee, Selene didn't need her
mammy to tell her the virile Creole was the only lover she
gave a damn about. And with God as her witness, she vowed
never to go hungry or without the man she