Emma Snow makes her living as an escort to some of London’s richest men. What begins as a routine call to one of her clients ends in his murder. Detective Mark Hargreeves enters her life and is now assigned to protect her, because she is a witness to the crime.
She is immediately drawn to him, and senses like many of her clients, that he is another troubled soul. She wants him, lusts for him, but he still loves his wife who died in childbirth. Emma knows he probably would not want and could not love a woman who makes her living pleasuring other men, but she is willing to do anything to have him as her own.
Although this is an older title, I feel sales would pick up again if it was translated into different languages. Victorian erotica is always popular.
Beautiful music, and it made me want to stand and listen. I knew I should not, because Sir Michael liked me gone as soon as we were done with our business.
A cello sang out and then I caught sight of something flowing out from under his study door. Red, but not wine, something thicker. Blood.
I panicked, not knowing what to do, and wondered if I should simply run and scream. However, something led me to the door. I was about to do what was unforgiveable and invade Sir Michael’s private sanctuary. I opened his study door and then screamed at the top of my lungs when I saw the image before me.
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Italian
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Teresa Sassani
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