The old stone mill hugs the lazy Burgundian river. Full moon blasts silver light through open windows. Midnight chimes from the village church. I wake, fire in my gut. Céline by day: quiet painter, dodging city sharks, guarding this inherited…
The luxury convertible growls on the restaurant parking lot. Engine hums like a predator. I step out, cape swirling, hiding the sheer black dress, sky-high heels clicking asphalt. Georges smirks behind the wheel. ‘No old Multipla tonight, princess.’ I slide…
Dark castle corridor. Midnight. Dorbauxe whispers outside, waves crashing like distant drums. Audrey slips from the shared chamber with Patricia. Heart pounds. Adrenaline surges. No more dutiful exile. No prim Glaisane mask. She’s the Secret Heroine now. Pulse racing, she…
Sun beats down. Heat suffocates. Monastery gates loom. I’m Elena Voss, ace lawyer. Church sends me with Inspector Lebeau. Professional mask on. Sharp suit hugs curves. Heels stab stone path. Monks stare. Father Luc’s dark eyes lock mine. Built like…
The knock echoes through the castle. Vigorous. Hungry. My heart pounds. I open the heavy oak door. There he stands. Armand. Twenty-something stud. Dressed like a groom. Polished shoes. Crisp shirt. My rural king. Sun dips low. Red rays halo…
Steam clouds the mirror. I wage war on my body hair. Wax rips it clean. Tears sting, but I laugh. Genocide complete. Wax in my hair again. Whatever. Ella Fitzgerald blasts. I belt out tunes, hips swaying. Neighbors suffer, but…
Barcelona’s pedestrian streets pulse with night energy. Short walk from hotel. My black dress clings. No panties. Feels indecent. Exposed. Thrilling. François chose intimate restaurant. Long tablecloths hide games. Foot slides up my calf. Higher. Thigh. I smile. Stoic. Heat…
City lights pulse through P…’s streets. Winter chill bites. I’m walking with Mom, Sylvie, hips swaying under modest coat. Rhythm of the urban beat thrums in my veins. Then, eyes lock. Fabrice. My old teacher. Back from Africa. Fifty, rugged,…