Midnight Confessions
Chapter One
On a mission she'd been planning for two weeks and wanting
for longer, Faye Grantham took a breath, smoothed her palm
up her thigh to hike her dress and crossed the threshold into the
darkly lit hotel bar.
Alone.
Desperation was a harsh mistress and demanded sacrifice,
and Faye was desperate. Propelled into the bar by a heat under
her skin she could no longer deny, her craving exploded outward,
from her skin, her hair, the ends of her fingertips. She was
on fire, and it amazed her that no one in the hotel lobby had
called 911.
Sex with a stranger. An I don't want to know your name
kind of stranger, that's what she was here for, and that's what
she was determined to get.
She paused inside the entrance to glance around for a likely
candidate. At first she was disappointed. A sparse crowd was
sprinkled around the edges of the room. Light came from tabletop
candles and subdued ceiling bulbs made to look like the
night sky. For a bar called the Stargazer, it made sense.
Couples shared a quiet drink, men spoke into cell phones
with laptops open, a ... read full excerpt from: Midnight Confessions ebook
