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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