The very word conjures a sense of transience. Hotel takes you into a world without permanence. Between these pages, lovers meet and lovers part. Elegant, sensual prose takes you from grand ballrooms with lavish appointments to shabby heaps where you pay by the hour.
Sneak a titillating glimpse behind closed doors, where whatever can happen just might.
My Body is a Haunted House
Her hair brushed Monica’s nose, full of the smell of smoke.