Twenty years of marriage. Five years of being invisible. Two years of cold sheets.

At forty-seven, Mandy has forgotten what it feels like to be seen. Her husband sleeps in front of the television every night, a ghost of the man she once loved. Her body is electric with a need she has been forced to ignore. Her bed is cold. Her dresses no longer turn his head. The mirror in her bedroom tells her she is still a woman, even if the man downstairs has stopped noticing. Tonight, she puts on a tight emerald-green silk dress, walks out the door, and doesn't look back.

The Sapphire Lounge is dim and humming with possibility. She orders a gin and tonic just to have something to do with her hands. She isn't a hunter. But she is no longer willing to be prey to her own loneliness.

She doesn't have to wait long.

Malik finds her first. Tall, dark, bald and bearded, with the build of an athlete and the arrogance of a man who knows exactly what he wants. His mid-twenties confidence wraps around her like heat, and his eyes refuse to look away from her. Then Simon slides into the seat on her other side, shorter than Malik but no less compelling, with a wide easy smile and laughing eyes that find her impossible to look away from. The two men move around her as if they have done this a thousand times.

Two men. Both younger. Both Black. Both looking at her as if she is the only woman in the room.

When they invite her to a hotel two blocks away, she doesn't hesitate. The view from the twelfth floor is incredible. The bed is enormous. The city lights glow through floor-to-ceiling windows like a thousand distant stars, and the two strangers who have promised to take very good care of her are about to discover that everything Mandy has been denied for two long years is about to come pouring out of her.

This is not a quiet seduction. This is a woman reclaiming her body after a decade of being overlooked. This is two younger men giving her exactly what her marriage never could. This is the night that breaks her open and shows her who she really is when no one is watching the surface.

By morning, Mandy will not be the same woman who walked into that bar. Her phone will have a new number saved in it. Her body will be marked, used, worshipped, and finally, fully alive.

The fire has been lit. She has no intention of letting it go out.

For adult readers only. Contains explicit sexual content, infidelity, interracial themes, and an unapologetic woman discovering she was never finished living.

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Autorentext

I have always loved writing so this is s good opportunity for me to finally do something I like.I have been writing short stories for a few years now but it was always more for fun than for money. I am now taking my writing more seriously and will be writing longer stories. People seem to like my wham bam thank you ma'am type of writing but I feel I can reach a wider audience. I am in the process of going over submitted stories and proof reading them again. I have just published my first paperback which is a collection of some of stories I have written. I plan on doing a part 2 but at the moment I'm writing my first "Novel," I hate that because I think it sounds so pretentious. If you like my stories please support this struggling author and purchase a few more, every little helps :-)

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