She strutted through the doorway, her lithe body moving with an elegance one could only obtained through years of her practice. Fuming. Unbuttoned and artfully flowing behind her like a cape of the world's darkest superhero was the oversized black silk top last week's boy-toy had gifted her. Enraged. She knew she was a stunning sight to behold, but her precise ability to assess situations told her she had no time to gloat. No time for mistakes. Cunning. It was only on nights as vital as these did she dig out those beautiful heeled, suede, thigh-high stilettos whose fierceness and color matched that of the night sky. Ready. As soon as she saw him, she struck. Lethal.
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The Hooker's Not Hooked
AdventureA thrilling read for those who love an original plot, love romance, and admire an over-the-top display of female strength and power.
