Behind them, massive columns stood tall as their only chaperones in the ancient Roman bathhouse. Peepers croaked, night birds lamented, and water gurgled as it cascaded down from each of the three tiers. Sir Thomas led her deeper into the shadows made by blue moonlight. Tiny waves of light reflected off the pools and onto his beautiful Norman features.
The dark centers of his eyes widened as he brushed his lips over hers. “You shouldn’t be here.”
— by Stella Marie Alden
[courtesy of Substance Books – Online Book Publicity Services]