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When Rhea stumbles upon a back alley closeout sale, the fur coat she buys turns out to be more than she bargained for. She's no beauty queen, but with the wolf-fur coat she's suddenly the belle of the ball.
It's a night of passion and surprises for Rhea...and all because of the coat... Editorial Reviews:
From Sheryl, Coffee Time Romance
...A short and dark erotic romance. Discovering why the coat was different is a bit shocking. Rhea then understands what is different about the coat but is intent on keeping it. For me this story is not normally something I would read, but I found it enlightening and freaky and I really enjoyed it.
From Kay Smith, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
This short story grabs you from the beginning and doesn’t let go...If you want a short but memorable read, pick this one up.
From Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio
4 1/2 HEARTS!...To tell to much would be to give it away, but let me tell you even though I read it in twenty minutes this is the most interesting read I have read in a while. The twist at the end will take the reader by surprise and is something you would never expect. Megan Hart has done a great job of pulling the reader in...
Excerpt:
…Now, for the first time, Rhea looked around the shop's crowded interior. Clothing racks packed it from end to end, all hung with coats of every kind of fur imaginable. That was the smell, she realized, wrinkling her nose while looking around in utter amazement.
Not a bad smell. More like wet dog than anything else.
And no wonder, since it had been raining for nearly a week without pause. Everything had been damp for days, and the humidity was terrible. Other than the smell, the moisture in the air didn't seem to be affecting the garments in this store. She reached one hand out to stroke the soft fur of the coat nearest her. It looked like mink.
"A lovely choice," the voice behind the counter said, its owner still in shadow.
"You're having a sale?" She let the sleek fur drop. Stuff like this you found in Macy's or Bloomingdale's, not some dumpy shop in an alley. Well, this wouldn't be the first time she'd seen things that had "fallen" off the back of a truck. "What's the occasion?"
"Last night of the full moon," the clerk said. "Have to move out the inventory."
Rhea strained her eyes to see the owner of the voice, but could only make out the vaguest of forms. "Your sign said prices slashed."
"Yes," the clerk replied. "For the right customer."
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