"She likes it rough. He wants it smooth."
I have no idea how she's going to explain this to her husband. The rope marks around her wrists and ankles would be difficult enough, but at least they'll fade in a day or two. What I'm about to do...
"She searches for answers under the control of an online hookup."
He'd totally understated his looks. All I can do in the entrance to the opulent hotel bar is steady myself, gawp and take a shaky breath. Tabby at work's been catfished enough times that I know men can be all...
"It's always the quiet ones who fall farthest."
Catholic girls are always the worst. Or the best, depending on one's viewpoint. All that genuflecting and pre-marital sex is sin indoctrination. No masturbation. Kneeling, worshipping higher powers. It takes its toll on their behaviour.Such a furtive hotbed of repression...
"Xander finds that some stories passed through the ages are not what they seem."
The flicker of the campfire illuminates our circle of rapt faces, the wood popping and crackling in the dark as Dexter brings his tale to a climax."Terror!" he yells with the gravitas of a Shakespearean understudy. "That's how it reigns."...
"A lecturer once told me: "Don't fuck with probability. It'll probably win." I shoulda believed him."
The nausea isn't as all-consuming as usual when I crawl in my underwear across the air-conditioned lock-up to lie gasping and perspiring at its edge. I must be acclimating to time jumps.Coherent thought's a luxury in these first few minutes...
"Some doors lead to places they can't control."
Him.She emerges from the hotel bathroom pin perfect, dressed like she owns the place, minus heels. Damp dusky hair drapes the collar of the pastel short-sleeve blouse tucked into a stretch charcoal skirt that shows more leg than it conceals.The...
"Spoilt rich women are used to getting their own way. Wes turns the tables."
Flashbulbs stung my vision amid the surging clamour of paparazzi calling her name as she strode from the premier along the red carpet towards me and the limousine. An effortless flick of russet hair above the straps of the crimson...
"A nice story about holding hands."
Strong fingers lace with mine as we amble beneath the oak canopy along the woodland track. The breeze carrying vestiges of the lazy summer – our summer – ruffles the tiny fair hairs on the back of my hand. Hairs...
"Luna's attempt at sex magick doesn't quite go as planned."
Naked beneath the silvery-blue hue of the full moon, I enter the shallow woodland clearing, just as the book instructed. Branches stripped of leaves lace the sky like frail wooden capillaries around me, whispering in the light breeze that greets...
"Will the fire that rages within consume her before the external heat?"
The moment I hear the strike of the match against the box I know I'm in more trouble. The whoosh of oxygen racing to fuel the flame. The fizz and crackle as it catches. The flicker that the blindfold makes...