By J.L. Skirvin



In the space between heartbeats Natalie-Maria considers opening the hatch and leaping. "Like a seat at the bar, Miss?" The bartender yelled over the din. "May I start a drink for you?" Who knows what it all meant and who cared! It looked pretty, went down smooth and so what, is all. And the tres chique always knew when to leave. And they left alone. Fiercely independent, the stunningly beautiful Natalie-Maria Pelagrinni knows what she doesn't want and take to the road without looking back, until ... "I know this secret light as no other; it is moonset-sunrise crossover-glow that lit the pathway to my feet the hour I slipped from my bedchamber unto my charms' awakening."

Epitome Place