She had been drop-dead white hot in her day, a ravishing beauty capable of igniting the testosterone firecracker in a man's pants into a fireball as intense as lightening. Her lips and fingernails were the deepest shades of red, and this brashness accentuated the pearl-like luster of her skin and smile.
Her face was framed in undulating waves of silkiness, the blondest of blondes – platinum. Her cocktail dresses were lavish in design and cut to flatter the winding curves of a body so voluptuous that men were besotted with lust.
Her name was Ernestine, but she called herself Ruby.
Ruby.
The gem of fire, desire, romance, and love.
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In the Belly of the Beast
ParanormalAn elderly lady gets revenge upon the bullying invalid she has been caring for in terrifying and ghastly ways. Geoffrey is morbidly obese and bedridden, yet he terrorizes Ruby, the elderly woman who is his caretaker. Without money or a place to sta...
