It’s a beautiful Sunday downunder, and I may have my aching tooth under control finally. (Touching every piece of wood I can find) This week I’m turning back time to my first published short story, One Wicked Night. One Wicked Night is the story of a heartbroken man who accepts an courtesan’s invitation to join her one night and gets way more than he bargained for. This is from the chapter one. Enjoy!
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Time stood still as he gazed at the bejeweled impure.
Rumors and innuendo did not do her justice. She glided toward him with sleek, dark-haired perfection. Benedict noticed the challenge in her eyes, as if she expected something from him instead of the other way around. The second, and not the least important, her gown floated in transparent drifts about her. He could see the delicate turn of her leg and the dipping curve of her waist as she passed before candlelight.
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One Wicked Night
Benedict Abernathy, an untitled but wealthy gentleman visiting London, is heartily sick of his celibate existence. Determined to leave his shattered heart behind and move on with his life, he accepts an invitation for a night of debauchery in the arms of London’s infamous courtesan, Lottie Townsend.
Lady Charlotte Goodchild has fallen far from privilege and longs for one night of pleasure with the man she loves. But Benedict must be spared the truth of her ruin at all costs. Posing as Lottie Townsend, a notoriously discriminating courtesan and old friend, she hides her identity and invites Benedict to share the night of passion that fate denied them.
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