Untamed
Chapter One
Her nose to the tour bus window, Paris waited impatiently for her first glimpse of Forked Creek, a restored ghost town and home to Martha May Brown's famous house of ill repute. She'd thought about little else ever since she first discovered Martha May's journal, now tucked safely into her compact travel bag.
"Hoo-eee! We are so not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy!" came a boisterous cry from the back of the bus.
Paris smiled in agreement. It had become the theme of the group's road trip from the Pacific Northwest into the Nevada desert.
She'd read that the ghost town was time-locked in its horse-and-buggy stage, which meant the modern-day roads necessary for emergency vehicles and tour buses ran discreetly behind the town, out of sight. When the bus finally rolled to a stop, Paris let the fifteen other women surge off ahead of her, leaving Paris free to approach the brothel once owned by her great-great-grandmother on her own.
The house looked pretty much the way she had envisioned, with its huge front porch and faded shingled exterior, sprawling three and a half stories high. She shaded her eyes against the Nevada sunshine as Hayl ... read full excerpt from: Untamed ebook
