Fear Of Falling
NATALIE BRIGHTON hadn't planned on darkness arriving
so soon. One minute the sun was a burning spotlight over the tops of the mountains, the next the world was all shadowed cliffs and the dark smudges of trees against the rock.
She hunched over the steering wheel, guiding the car up the twisting mountain road, the engine whining as it strained up the steep grade. If John Sartain was as rich and successful as everyone said, why had he built a house way up here on the back side of nowhere?
Not house, she corrected herself. Castle.
Artist John Sartain, apparently determined to add to his already eccentric reputation, had built a replica of a Scottish castle in the mountains of Colorado. In one article Natalie had read about her new boss, Sartain had explained he needed isolation to paint. But a gossip rag she'd also read had speculated the remote location allowed him to pursue his more scandalous activities away from the eyes of nosy reporters.
As to the nature of those activities... Natalie shifted in her seat and reminded herself that the conjectures of rumormongers were not to be believed. Just because some reporter ... read full excerpt from: Fear of Falling ebook
