Possession
HEAVEN TO CLAUDE LAFITTE was a night spent in
the arms of a beautiful woman. And, given his past, that was probably as close as he was ever going to get to the pearly gates guarded by St. Pete.
He lay across the old iron bed, the particular beautiful woman he'd met the night before asleep next to him, her curved hip bare, his tanned hand contrasting with her pale flesh in the hazy latemorning light streaming in from the window. When dawn had arrived, he pondered whether to slip from the rented room in New Orleans's French Quarter like a shadow, or wait and bid his partner the adieu she deserved.
He sighed contentedly, taking in her flowing lines, her blond hair, the scent of her, of them, filling the small room. She'd said her name was Claire. No last name. Just as he'd simply been Claude — at least to her. The small hotel's personnel, on the oth ... read full excerpt from Possession ebook
