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Автор Робин Александер

Murky

Waters

By Robin Alexander

MURKY WATERS

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ISBN 10: 1-933113-37-5

ISBN 13: 978-1-933113-37-1

Other Versions: Paperback, ISBN: 1-933113-33-2

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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CREDITS

EXECUTIVE EDITOR: TARA YOUNG

Intaglio Publications

P O Box 357474

Gainesville, Florida 32635

DEDICATION

To Taylor and Phil, who I love with all my heart.

To Amy, because without her belief in me, I would have never written a word.

To my friends Kathy and Denise, who I have come to love dearly.

ACKNOWLEDEMENTS

The three Ds who spent countless hours beta reading for me: Denise Winthrop, D. E. King, and Donna Lorson. Their contributions made this story a much better read. And also E. C. Marks, who made some suggestions that really brought the characters to life.

Sheri, the graphic artist who graced this book with another of her wonderful creations. Her work pales in comparison to the beautiful person she is.

Michaela Krichbaum and again D. E.

King, their support and encouragement have been unwavering.

Tara, my editor, who makes writing a joy for me. I hope I will always have the pleasure and honor of working with this beloved friend. Should anyone find errors in this book, please don’t tell Tara, she’ll never sleep again.

All of these ladies are dear friends of mine and hold a special place in my heart.

PROLOGUE

A small shaft of sunlight found its way through the blinds, inflicting pain on a pair of bloodshot eyes. Snapping her eyes shut, she rubbed her forehead and groaned. Her mouth was dry, and she felt like she had chewed on the pillow in her sleep. The overindulgence in alcohol the night before made itself known as she turned her head to take in her surroundings.

She fingered the blonde locks splayed across her chest before untangling herself from arms and legs. Standing slowly, her head began to pound. She picked up her clothes from the floor and dressed, hoping not to disturb the girl whose name she could not remember.

Without moving, the blonde spoke softly. “I suppose you don’t want to stay for breakfast. I know we agreed that this was only for one night, but I could at least make you a cup of coffee. ” The blonde was also regretting the copious consumption of alcohol the previous night and whimpered when she opened her eyes to the morning light.

Running long fingers through her dark wavy hair, she sighed.