![]() ![]() “Hello Sir,” cooed Moira sexily, leaning against the doorframe in her stiletto boots and latex teddy. You get dressed up sexy and I’ll go hit the ATM. He looked up at her, apparently intrigued. “If you want to go ‘in-depth’ I’d be happy to help you.” She slid her fingers through his luxurious three-eighths of an inch locks. That’s why I was doing all this in-depth research.” Besides, do you really think we could make a story set in a brothel romantic?” ![]() With all the plot twists we’re introducing in Necropolis of Light people are going to want to find out what happens. “I think it would probably be better for us to just press on and get The UnderCity Chronicles completed. “ The Femme Vendettas is all about women who live outside the law,” he reminded her. “So you want to write a romance novel about an Australian prostitute?” she asked dubiously. Since we just finished the rough draft of Necropolis of Light, third novel in our award winning and critically acclaimed The UnderCity Chronicles, I was thinking of starting on the third novel in our The Femme Vendettas series.” I was thinking of setting our next novel in Australia.” “This is the website for a Sydney brothel.” “Just trying to get some inspiration for our next book,” he replied. So what’cha looking at?” she asked, sashaying to his side. Serge swiveled his chair around to look at her. Even from ten feet away she could see the images there were most definitely PG-13. Moira poked her head into the darkened room, the only light the bluish glow of a computer monitor. ![]()
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