Articles for the Month of August 2014

Spotlight #2 on Monica Corwin

As I said in the first Breathless Press spotlight today, author Monica Corwin has THREE books releasing from Breathless this month! The second spotlight today is the second of those books. 

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The Queen of Hearts is tasked with a mission she cannot refuse. Assassinate one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy—her former lover.

Rebecca, once called The Queen of Hearts, is the most feared assassin in the galaxy. Released from the Red Queen’s prison, she takes one last job in order to collect the bounty and flee to the edge of the verse. The cards are flipped into the air when she finds March at the end of her blade.

March, codenamed The Ace of Hearts, was Rebecca’s friend, lover, and partner. Believing her dead, he launches a revolution against the regime who took her from him five years ago.

Can she overcome the time they spent apart and the torment she endured during her incarceration to claim vengeance against those who wronged them both?


The door creaked open as if the hinges hadn’t been tended in sometime. No one had real doors anymore. Most buildings had a retractable atom field designed to recognize specific people. A real door was an unexpected novelty and made things much easier.

The main room displaying a plethora of colorful headpieces sat devoid of life. A tea room took up space in the back so she squeezed through the small opening and found a handful of tables. One man sat on a thick wood stool with a hat and a tea cup before him. He wore black clothing, and his long brown hair fell halfway down his back with a red ribbon tied in the center.

She approached carefully, intent on not startling him. No honor was served in a backstabbing, either for the victim or the killer.

He set the glass down with a clink but didn’t turn. “I’ve been expecting you.” His voice sounded deep and rich like dark, hot chocolate.

“Well, then please turn and face me like a man.”

The man stood and turned. Before her stood a ghost. Even if he’d been marked for death, she wouldn’t kill him while he wore someone else’s face.

Paint the Roses Red is available from Breathless Press.


Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who believes romance is for everyone no matter their preferences. Displaced in Central Pennsylvania, Monica Corwin attempts to spend her days writing away in her home by the river. In reality she chases around a toddler and writes when she can. In her free time she drinks entirely too much coffee and collects tomes on King Arthur. Monica Corwin has over thirteen published works from publishers such as Crimson Romance and Cleis Press. You can find her on the web at

Breathless Press 5th Birthday


In August, Breathless Press is turning 5!  To celebrate we are releasing a limited edition Hardcover collection of our special birthday Wonderland Tales and to make sure that you’re able to indulge in a little birthday fun, we are also having a month long 50% off sale across our site (

Wonderland Tales HC Buy Link

Finally, 3 lucky winners could win prizes in our birthday giveaway through Rafflecopter!

5th Birthday Rafflecopter Giveaway

1st Prize: 1 x Limited Edition Hardcover copy of our birthda Wonderland Tales, a $20 Amazon GC and a $5 Breathless Press GC.

2nd Prize: Paperback print edition of our birthday Wonderland Tales, a $10 Amazon GC and a $5 Breathless Press GC

3rd Prize: A paperback print edition of our birthday Wonderland Tales, a $5 Amazon GC and a $3 Breathless Press GC

Spotlight on Monica Corwin

It’s Breathless Press day today, and I’m welcoming author Monica Corwin for BOTH of today’s spotlight posts. Clearly a busy woman, Monica has THREE releases from Breathless this month! So today I’m spotlighting two, and here is the first.


Helena Banks and Alex Parker are meant to be…if they can get past the secrets, lies, corporate espionage.

Helena Banks has the perfect life. Well, she thought she did until her perfect fiancé left her in the limo outside her perfect wedding. Like any strong woman she rallied with the help of one super sexy limo driver. But is he really who he says he is?

Alex Parker never wanted a complicated life. He lives for his work and that had always been enough. When fate drops a damsel in distress on his radar he realizes he’s not content after all.

But Alex has a secret…one that will turn Helena’s perfect life even more upside down. Can she handle it, or him?


A quiet knock sounded at the door, and Alex went to sign for the food without me even making a move to get up. The aroma of melted cheese hit me full force. I surged to my feet, ready to make a beeline for the tray when the alcohol caught up to me and I wobbled, about to keel over. Alex had nowhere near my level of intoxication and caught me smoothly. He could do nothing but help buffer the fall with his arms.

We both landed on the plush faux fur in a tangle of limbs. The silk of my outfit did little to disguise any part of me, and when we both stilled, he was laying in the curve my open thighs created. Alex pushed up on his arms, removing his comforting weight off my chest, but made no move to get up.

Those green eyes ensnared me, and I did the thing I had been dying to do since I watched his lips wrap around the bottle earlier. They were just as soft as I imagined and tasted like lemon and beer. He didn’t respond at first, but when I probed the seam of his mouth with my tongue, it felt like an electric current shot through both of us. He wrapped one arm around my back, and the other hand tangled in the mass of curls at the nape of my neck. Effortlessly he pulled me into his body while pressing his hips into mine.

Not even a Disney kiss could have been as equally magical. His tongue traced mine with a demanding edge I savored as small currents of need sparked from the tips of my fingers all the way to my toes. I would have stayed there for hours if the sound of the door lock opening to a keycard hadn’t broken the spell between us. We both looked up just in time to register the shocked face of my former fiancé.

You May Kiss the Bride is available from Breathless Press.


Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who believes romance is for everyone no matter their preferences. Displaced in Central Pennsylvania, Monica Corwin attempts to spend her days writing away in her home by the river. In reality she chases around a toddler and writes when she can. In her free time she drinks entirely too much coffee and collects tomes on King Arthur. Monica Corwin has over thirteen published works from publishers such as Crimson Romance and Cleis Press. You can find her on the web at

Breathless Press 5th Birthday

In August, Breathless Press is turning 5!  To celebrate we are releasing a limited edition Hardcover collection of our special birthday Wonderland Tales and to make sure that you’re able to indulge in a little birthday fun, we are also having a month long 50% off sale across our site (

Wonderland Tales HC Buy Link

Finally, 3 lucky winners could win prizes in our birthday giveaway through Rafflecopter!

5th Birthday Rafflecopter Giveaway

1st Prize: 1 x Limited Edition Hardcover copy of our birthda Wonderland Tales, a $20 Amazon GC and a $5 Breathless Press GC.

2nd Prize: Paperback print edition of our birthday Wonderland Tales, a $10 Amazon GC and a $5 Breathless Press GC

3rd Prize: A paperback print edition of our birthday Wonderland Tales, a $5 Amazon GC and a $3 Breathless Press GC

Teaser Thursday- Deep Down

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The train was relatively crowded. Apparently, they weren’t the only ones who’d thought of going downtown for an evening out. They got off at the Aquarium station and went to visit the harbor seals in their outdoor tank before dinner. Two of the seals swam up to the glass and regarded them solemnly. “They’re so cute!” Courtney exclaimed.

She sounded so excited, Tanner couldn’t help beaming at her. Her happiness was contagious. He didn’t bother trying to remember the last time he’d felt this way. Nothing before Courtney mattered tonight. “Yes, they are,” he agreed. “They’re fun to watch, too, but I’m kind of hungry. Maybe we can come back here after we eat.”

“Good idea.” Her stomach growled audibly and she giggled.

They headed around the corner to Legal Seafood. As they ate their meal, Courtney casually suggested, “Do you want to see a movie? We could rent something and watch it at my place.”

“Or we could skip the movie and do something else at your place.” Tanner winked. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, kiddo. I think we both know where we want things to go tonight, right?”

She looked at the table and fiddled with her fork. “Yeah. I think we do.”

“Hey, look at me,” he said gently. He waited until her eyes met his and said, “Honey, if it happens, it happens. I want to make love to you. But if it doesn’t happen tonight, we’ll have plenty of time, okay?”

“Sounds like we’re a couple,” she said tentatively.

He took her hand across the table. “Sounds like we are. Ready to hit the road?”

“Yeah,” she said with a smile.

Hand in hand, they went back to Aquarium Station and got on the train. Butterflies duked it out in Tanner’s gut. He wanted her so badly he was afraid he’d move too fast and fuck it all up. She was so sweet, innocent in some ways. He was damned if he’d mess things up with her. Even if that meant going home with nothing but a kiss.

Then again, after what they’d done at his place before Gavin walked in, he doubted the night would stop with a kiss.

When they got off the train at OrientHeights, Courtney led him to a nearby movie rental store. Her face was flushed, and she jabbered on at ninety miles an hour about the movies they looked at. He finally put his hand on her mouth. “Kiddo, it’s fine,” he said. “Nothing to be nervous about.” If only he believed that himself. “We don’t have to get a movie. Maybe there’s something good on TV.”

“Yeah.” She rubbed her face. “Yeah. If we stay here, we might never actually get back to my place. Sorry. I know you’ve been there before, but this is…”

“Different,” he filled in. “I know. It’s okay, but let’s go, all right? Whatever happens, happens.”

She took a deep breath. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Tough Choices

Over the weekend, due to certain factors I would prefer not to bring up publicly, I had to make some difficult career choices that I would also prefer not to bring up publicly because I know how word spreads, and I know some of the people who might read this blog. I’m not hiding anything, but given the nature of the situations, there is private contact that needs to be made before I say anything that might give even a hint of what’s going on.

Which will probably lead some people to wonder why I’m blogging about it. Partly it’s because this is one of the ways I process things and weigh my options. Seeing it all in writing makes it easier for me to wrap my head around. Partly it’s because I’m giving my readers a heads-up about some potential changes down the road.

And partly it’s because this is my blog, and I’ll blog what I want to…and because I was having trouble thinking of a topic for today.

Pondering Woman

In the writing business, it’s sometimes easy to forget that writers don’t work *for* publishers or agents, or even *for* readers. We work for ourselves. We work *with* others, but not for them. But because sometimes we lose sight of that, it can be easy to fall into complacency with career situations we aren’t happy with or that we know are negatively impacting us.

That’s where I’ve been for the past several months as I’ve mulled things over and noticed the factors that have led me to this place. And I’ve finally concluded that if I don’t take control of *my* career and do what’s best for me and my books, I am going to suffer for it. That isn’t where I want to be.

As I’m able–and *if* I’m able–I’ll share more information over time.

Teaser Thursday- Last Chance Tattoo



Dorsey wasn’t much for wounded birds, but something about Rad touched him. He wanted to help and didn’t have the slightest clue how or why.

“I did assume you were younger,” he said. “Sorry. Twenty-three isn’t exactly old, though. I have ten years on you, and I’m still figuring things out. It sucks that your family dumped that shit on you. I wouldn’t believe them if I was you, but I don’t know them. Maybe they’re more convincing than I think.”

“You probably know some of them if you’ve been in town long enough.” Rad’s tone was bitter. “Or at least you’ve heard of them. My last name is Morris. My mother’s maiden name was Ames.”

He chanted the information like someone who’d given it far too often and hated it. Recognizing the names, Dorsey wasn’t sure he blamed Rad. The Morris and Ames families were almost legendary in Ludington, and Dorsey had run afoul of one of the Morris men shortly after moving to town.

At a Chamber of Commerce meeting, the guy had ranted about how having a tattoo parlor in town would bring in the “wrong kind of people.” Dorsey had been at the meeting with Craig Paulsen, the owner of the tat shop, who’d already been in business in Ludington for over a year. Why the Morris hadn’t complained when Craig first got his business license was anyone’s guess.

But when the Morris had mentioned the “wrong kind of people,” he’d looked straight at Dorsey. And Dorsey hadn’t appreciated it one bit. Sure, he had long hair, which he kept in a ponytail at work and at business meetings. Both arms bore tat sleeves, which were visible most of the time since Dorsey hated wearing long-sleeved shirts unless the temperature was so bitter his coat didn’t provide enough protection. He had multiple ear piercings, along with a gauge in each ear, and a pierced eyebrow.

He was a tall, broad guy, and he intimidated people who judged him by his looks. He did his best to counter the first impression, but some closed-minded jackasses never bothered to look past his appearance. Dorsey accepted that as their problem, not his.

The Morris’s reaction to him had led to a vote among the other business owners about whether Craig would be allowed to continue operating his shop. Craig had won easily, and the Morris hadn’t been a bit impressed.

“Did I say something wrong?” Rad asked in a small voice.

“No.” Dorsey shook his head. Dwelling on unpleasant events from the past didn’t serve any purpose. At least this trip down memory lane wasn’t as unpleasant as most.

Rad sighed. “You recognized the names.”

“Yeah. Your name doesn’t matter though.” Dorsey grinned. “You know what?”


“You should get a tattoo.” Dorsey had no clue why the idea had come to him, but he knew instantly that it would be perfect. The kid could choose something meaningful, something that might help him feel stronger.

Rad blinked. “Seriously?”

“Sure. Why not?” Dorsey tilted his head toward the wall of art. “Something from there or something custom. An image that’s important to you.”

“Maybe.” Rad studied the artwork for a moment. “Yeah. I mean, I’ll think about it. Tats are expensive, aren’t they?”

“Sometimes, but we could figure something out.” Dorsey paused. The last thing he wanted to do was push the kid. “Let me see your arm.”

Rad hesitated. “Why?”

“So I can see if you have a good spot for the tat.” Because I want to see if you have muscles. Dorsey barely managed to keep the sarcastic reply to himself.

Slowly, Rad rolled up his sleeve. His upper arms were paler than his face, and he did have some muscles. Whatever else the kid had been doing while living out of town, he must have either been working hard or working out.

“Yeah, you’ll be fine with a tattoo there,” Dorsey said.

Rad pulled his sleeve back down, looking confused. “Okay? You needed to see my arm for that?”

Dorsey shrugged and let out the reply he’d held back before. “I wanted to see how many muscles you had.”

Rad laughed. “Only a few. I’m pretty weak.”

“Nah. Not at all.” Even though the kid had said it as a joke, Dorsey heard some seriousness in Rad’s tone. Dorsey didn’t like it a bit. The kid had lived on his own for years, judging from what he’d said. Without help from the family. That wasn’t weak.

“If you say so,” Rad said. “Anyway, I need to go.”

Dorsey didn’t want the kid to leave yet, but there was no further reason to ask him to stay. “Come back sometime soon, and we’ll talk more about the tat.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Rad gave him a tentative grin. “It could be fun.”

“Definitely,” Dorsey said.

And it would piss the fuck right out of the kid’s closed-minded family. Bonus.

Last Chance Tattoo Release!

Back in April, I took a trip to Ludington, Michigan to visit someone special. The town, on the shore of Lake Michigan, caught my imagination, and I chose to set a couple of books there.

The first of those books is Last Chance Tattoo, which releases tomorrow from Loose Id. Loose Id had a submissions call for stories about homecomings, and I thought Ludington would be a perfect place for someone to come home to. Maybe someone who hadn’t wanted to be there but now had no choice.

It took me a little time to completely put the ideas together, but then it came to me. In addition to meeting the theme of that call, I wanted to do a follow-up to my March Loose Id release, I Should Tell You. Not necessarily a direct sequel, but something related. And then it came to me. Toward the end of ISTY, a new drag queen joins the show the main characters of that book work for. She’s described as young and unwilling to change her stage name of Rainbow despite feedback from the more experienced performers.

Even though that character is only mentioned briefly and doesn’t even have any dialogue in ISTY, I knew I’d found one of the lead characters for Last Chance Tattoo. “Rainbow” became Radford “Rad” Morris, the youngest son of one of the most prominent families in Ludington, who had gone to Boston to try to make a life at age eighteen, after he came out to his family and they turned their backs on him. Now, five years later, Rad has failed at his drag career, has had his heart broken by his much-older lover, and has nowhere to go but home.

Finding a love interest for Rad was a bit more difficult. The title of the story came to me pretty quickly, so obviously the other main character had to be a tattoo artist. Someone who had a reason to be in Ludington instead of, say, Detroit or Grand Rapids. And then Dorsey Bellamy popped into my head. A man who had come to Ludington not because he necessarily wanted to be there, but because it was far from Detroit, the city where his lover was murdered three years ago.

Once I had the characters, I had the story. Rad is staying with his grandmother, the one family member who accepted him unconditionally, and trying to keep the rest of his family from learning that he’s back in town. Dorsey keeps to himself and just wants to be left alone, for the most part. Both have reasons not to trust, and especially not to love, but both overcome that.

Last Chance Tattoo officially releases tomorrow, August 12, but is up at the link I posted in the second paragraph. And here’s the cover…


Spotlight on Edie Hart

The second spotlight today is on Breathless Press author Edie Hart. And remember, Breathless Press is celebrating their fifth anniversary all month, including a great giveaway. Just click on the picture below to enter. Welcome!

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After Lexi witnesses a murder, she becomes a target for a cold-blooded killer. Will Burg, the detective assigned to her case, be able to keep her safe?

While checking out a house for a showing, realtor Alexandria Edwards stumbles upon a savage slaying. Now witness to a murder, she soon becomes the target of a cold-blooded killer.

Jonathan Burgess, Lexi’s brother’s best friend, is the detective assigned to protect the sexy blonde. Burg has always thought of Lexi as a little sister, but seeing her all grown up has turned his innocent thoughts into forbidden fantasies. Will Burg be able to keep Lexi safe while also keeping his growing feelings for her in check?



With one swoop, Burg lifted her in his arms. She made a squeaking noise and grabbed hold of his neck. Her softness smelled of wildflowers in the sunshine. Smiling, he shouldered the front door open. “Which way to your bedroom?”

“Down the hall and to the left.”

He made his way through the kitchen, past soft pastel furnishings in the living room, and down the hall to her bedroom, which was decorated in varying shades of blue.

He set her gently on the bed. “Where are the clothes you think you want to wear?”

“In the closet and in that dresser over there.” She pointed at a mirrored dresser in the corner. “Top drawer.”

Burg went to the dresser and pulled out matching lacy panties and a bra. Skimpy, lacy panties and bra. Perspiration beaded across his upper lip. Jesus, everything about this woman is hot.

He set the underwear on the bed then went to the closet. “Which outfit do you want?” he asked, turning to her.

“That black skirt there.” She pointed. “And the black blouse next to it.”

Burg pulled the clothing out of the closet. Then after placed the clothing on the bed, he went into the living room to wait. “Let me know if you need any help,” he called out.

Wandering around the living room, Burg went from picture to picture, watching Lexi and Nate grow. In one picture, a very young Lexi sat next to a little girl that looked almost exactly like her, except the other child had green eyes instead of blue.

Burg heard a small moan coming from the bedroom. He stood outside the door and called out, “Do you need help?”

“I don’t want you to see me in my underwear.”

“You’re like a little sister to me,” he said, knowing she was not like his sister at all. Also knowing his feelings for her were not brotherly in any way. He slowly pushed the door open.

“Like a sister?” Clutching the hospital gown to her chest, she searched his face.

“Like a sister. Scout’s honor,” he said, lifting two fingers.

“Come around behind me.” With one hand still clutching the gown, she reached for her bra with the other. “No peeking. I’ll put it on, and you just fasten it for me.”

Burg moved and sat behind her on the bed.

She glanced over her shoulder. “Are you peeking?”

“Nope.” His breath fanned the stray hairs that had become loose from her ponytail along her neck. Burg had the sudden urge to kiss along the path the hair followed.

She shivered and fumbled with the bra and gown, attempting to keep herself covered from view while putting on the bra.

She managed to get the straps halfway up her arms but was unable to get them over her shoulders.

Burg grasped the straps and settled them over her shoulders, trying hard not to look at the sides and tops of her breasts that became exposed before the bra was in place. Who was he kidding? They were the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. He wondered if her nipples were a rosy red like her lips or more of a pink color.


“Um, yeah?” A couple of small freckles dotted her shoulders, and she smelled like flowers in the spring.

“Could you please fasten it for me?”

“Uh, sure.” He managed to get her bra fastened after only one try, which he thought was pretty good considering how much of a distraction she was.

After grabbing the blouse they had picked out, Burg came around to face her again. He held out a sleeve and helped her slide her arm into it. Pulling the shirt around her, he helped her put her other arm in the sleeve and slid it up and over her shoulders. He dropped his gaze and glimpsed her breasts spilling out the top of her bra. It was the most glorious sight he’d ever seen.

Clearing his throat, he made a point to look at her from the neck up. “You…ah…want me to help with the buttons?”

She managed to button the bottom of the shirt, but the top two buttons were left undone, leaving her bra and the tops of her beautiful breasts exposed. “Yes, please.”

He fingered the top of her shirt and lightly brushed the skin above her breasts. Lust coursed through him, leaving him shaky.

She drew in a breath. Pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was happening, he forced his fingers to button her shirt without laying her flat on the bed and kissing her senseless the way he ached to do.

Taking a little extra time and making sure to brush his fingers across the pulse on her throat, he straightened her collar. “There you go, sis.”

Available from Breathless Press


Edie Hart was born in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago. She still resides there with her husband, two children, dog, and three cats. She has been making up stories in her head her entire life and has finally decided to put them in print.

Edie is a true romantic at heart and believes that everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally—including the stubborn alpha heroes she writes about. Be sure to check out One Bad Day, the first book in the One Day series, available now from Breathless Press.

Spotlight on Sally Max

It’s Breathless Press Day again, and today’s first spotlight author is Sally Max. And Breathless Press is celebrating their fifth anniversary!  They have a great giveaway going on all month, so click the graphic below to enter. Welcome! 

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Lousy Magnet

(M/M Novella)

A Fun Spaceship Romp!

Direct Buy Links: (Available August 1st, 2014):

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A fledgling romance separated by over 790 million miles isn’t Lee’s worst problem. His best friend turned secret lover wants to keep their relationship hidden. On a surprise visit home to mars, can Lee convince his boyfriend that he is worth taking a chance on?

Lee and Clint haven’t seen each other in over two years. Ever since Clint was deployed to Saturn’s moon Titan, their communication consisted of short emails and spotty voice messages.

The last leave home didn’t leave good memories. Culminating in a confused and livid family, and the relationship remaining concealed.

This time can Lee and Clint keep their hands off each other long enough to solve their festering issues?  Or will the past replay itself and Lee will be left broken-hearted and alone… again.


Author Bio:

After not being able to answer, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” when she was little, Sally Max decided she wouldn’t settle on just one profession.  Instead, she lives vicariously through her characters on the page, and gets a taste of every possible scenario she can imagine.

Sally Max currently resides in central Florida with her fiancé and a rambunctious black and white tuxedo kitty.

See what Sally is up to at



“It’s been too long.” Dolly smiled at him across the table. “What has it been, two years?” She must have realized the last time they had seen each other happened to be the same day her brother had shipped out. Glancing down, as if suddenly aware she had brought up a touchy subject, she fidgeted. Lee hadn’t wanted him to go.

Twenty-two months, two weeks, a handful of days, but who’s counting—

“Something like that,” Lee tried to smile for her but couldn’t make it go to his eyes. Instead, he just settled for a half-crooked grin that he hoped she would read as sincere. “Are you in town long?”

“You want to get rid of me?” Dolly teased, placing her hand on his.

Looking down at her small pixie-like hands, Lee realized they were just smaller versions of Clint’s hands. The nail beds were the same size and shape. Even her cuticles were identical. Clint’s hands were probably calloused and rough from his time away. When Lee looked up at her face, all he could see were Clint’s eyes. How didn’t he know that they had the same eyes? The blue of Earth’s oceans matched in those two small globes. A pang of emotion swept over him and knotted in his stomach. He couldn’t identify what it was. Regret? Longing? Sorrow?

“What’s wrong?” Her soft southern drawl that she would never be rid of seeped out of her words. The same drawl that flowed from Clint’s tongue every time they video messaged.

Tears sprang to his eyes. Lee would never call himself an emotional man, but at that second in time, he missed Clint with body, heart, soul, mind—every bit of his being. It went beyond reason, as the only thing he longed for in the universe was a hug from his fair-haired officer.

“You miss him that much, don’t you?” Dolly asked as though reading his mind.

Lee coughed and blinked furiously. “Excuse me?”

“Lee Louis Love, I’ve known you since you couldn’t pronounce my last name correctly and called me Dolly Wafers instead of Waters. We went to first grade together. I can tell how much you miss him.” She started playing with her fork, then added softly, “We all do.”

“I…” Lee didn’t know what to say. Dolly was one of his best friends growing up, but he had never truly discussed his relationships with her. Clint and his affair needed to remain a secret. “So, what brings you to the Moon? I was a little surprised to hear from you.”

“Truthfully?” Dolly asked. The waitress returned with Dolly’s Coke and a Moon brand beer that was fairly common around the dome.

“Of course.”  Lee said.


A bit of beer went down the wrong pipe, and Lee started coughing. His face felt warm, as he hacked into his hand.

“Excuse me?” he croaked out between sputters.

“I know you are in love with Clint.”