Small medieval town. Ancient castle looms across the street. Charming hotel restaurant buzzes. Saturday night. I’m Mona. Average height. Fiery red hair. Green eyes. Curvy. Daytime lawyer. Nighttime beast. Alone at a table for two. Entrecote divine. Fries in moon…
Sweat clings to my skin. Palm leaves whip past. I ditch the hotel uniform. Tailleur crumpled in my bag. Glasses fogged, tossed aside. Here, at the hidden cascade, fresh water roars down rocks. Paradise pool. Mine. No eyes. No rules.…
Véronique Squillace rises at dawn. Endless summer heat clings. Black transparent robe hugs her curves. She savors breakfast, flashbacks to burial, Quentin’s naive blackmail. She pitied him, fulfilled his fantasy. Mid-morning call. Her yesterday’s crush demands his phone. She leaves…
City pulses under my heels. Thursday afternoon. I step out of the admin hellhole, bag heavy. There he is. Boris. Leaning against the wall, eyes locked. Heart slams. Brazil boy back. Surprise hits like a freight train. Bag drops. Double…
City rooftops. Flat, gritty expanse under the summer sky. Heart pounding. I crawl out the tiny window from Rémi’s studio, gabardine my only shield. Naked underneath. Legs shaky from his tongue’s raid. Below, uniforms swarm Rue de Lorraine. My husband,…