What Lies Beneath

Romantic Suspense

I walk the streets of Fairbanks selling my body to anyone that’s willing to give me a go. My prices aren’t very steep, and my standards aren’t high, but I won’t settle for less than I’m worth. Sometimes, a girl just needs a roof over her head, a meal in her stomach, and a place to call her own—even if it’s a shitty motel room.

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