Sorry to be running late today. As usual, Fiorella's life is all too full, but she's searched out a couple of pages of Sigrid's story you might like. It's set in Minnesota, where there's a fairly large Russian contingent, allowing your girl to show off what is left of her Rooskee studies.
Sigrid toweled her hair dry and rolled it around her head, then paired a wool tweed skirt with a shirt of white silk and wandered into the front room.
Mik had left a note on the kitchen counter saying he was driving over to Elk River to track down a promising source. That meant she would be alone in the condo for once, but her ex-husband's presence was everywhere--his sweater flung casually over the back of the couch, his laptop lying open on a cushion beside one of his stupid paperbacks.
She took a seat in his usual spot and idly touched Mik's computer, then picked up the paperback lying and glanced at the title: Dead On. She already knew the main character was named Alexei and that he was somehow connected to Minnesota's Russian Mafia, and, turning the book to check out the back cover, she learned that Alexei's wife, Stefania, was being held hostage by a rival faction to force the hero to to betray his brother.
Opening the book, she skimmed through the first paragraph. Alexei was in bed with Stefania, and it was pretty hot going.
Her nipples tightened and she sucked in a quick breath.
Wow! Mik certainly knew how to arouse his readers!
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