If This Bed Could Talk
Chapter One
They say you only get a few seconds to make a good first impression. Vienna James needed to make a great one.
It all came down to numbers. Numbers and time. How many strikes do you have? How many years did you get? When should you make your move? How long do you give it before you run like hell?
She gazed up at the shadowy figures of the men in the glass booths encircling the top tier of the auction round. They watched her as if they were spectators at a sporting event. As if she was the sport itself -- with just seconds remaining in the final period.
Numbers and time. How many men have told you in so many words that they could fix your world if you just gave them long enough? How many actually have?
The odds of finding a buyer on a three-strikes sentence were practically nil. But not impossible. Seething inside that her life had come to this pathetic crossroad -- where the best possible scenario would be another human being purchasing her for unknown service -- Vienna did her best to smile on the platform. Not an easy thing to do when a pissy atti ... read full excerpt from: If This Bed Could Talk ebook
