This ebook will test your hot meter for stability because it will have you hot and bothered throughout the whole read enjoy this thrill ride of a story about finding love in each and every encounter.
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / Generalit's 99 cents
A hot Memphis night, and the town was alive. It breathed and undulated like a beautiful old brick beast. Music rang from the poolhalls and vendors slapped fresh steaks over their grills as cats slinked from the shadows. People mingled and laughed and the streets smelled of beer and sweat. There was the smell of the river and the feverish lights of the city danced across the dark water.
It was nightslike these that made April feel painfully restless. She looked down from her French window above the old bookstore where she worked and watched the people passing in the street. They all seemed like people from someone else's dream and from some other time. Their smiles and their thoughts were all one smile and one thought. It was hard to explain some of the thoughts that came to her. They made her feel that old creeping loneliness that had haunted her days for so long, like ivy snaking up the stones of an old church. Her eyes roamed from the people back inside to her small apartment. There was her old yellow suitcase. There were her clothes in heaps. There were the books with their pages of solace. But on night's like that everything felt cramped and cluttered and the heat and her thoughts left her in need of a drink.
She only had the one dress, and it was a short summery piece that let in the night. The flow of warm, sweet southern air calmed her nerves as she roamed the side streets of the old, gothic town. If those old bricks could talk, she thought, what a tale they'd tell. There was so much history in the place. So many lives lived and lost. So much time.
It wasn't long before she found herself wanderind unfamiliar grounds, but just as she made to wander back towards the heart of the city, the sound of an old lapstring guitar drew her down just a little further. The neons of the little dive at the end of the lane said 'Jimmy's'. She hesitated at the door, wondering if she ought to just head home.
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Already translated.
Translated by Ileana Paula Lozada Ortega
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