Carole sat on the piano bench beside her son Chris, a study in genetic diversity. She was petite, shapely, with green eyes and blond…
Her legs. Below a pleated skirt. Dancing down the steps. The first thing he saw. Just to the knees. He’d been passing the stepped…
Cursing, eyes flashing red, she’d taken a wrong turn and ended up in this out-of-the-way lakeside resort. Seven squat buildings strewn along a narrow…
