"...A short and dark erotic romance. Discovering why the coat was different is a bit shocking. Rhea then understands what is different about the coat but is intent on keeping it. For me this story is not normally something I would read, but I found it enlightening and freaky and I really enjoyed it."—Sheryl, Coffee Time Romance
"This short story grabs you from the beginning and doesn’t let go. Since it is so short, the author draws you in with Rhea’s actions and reactions. The power she obtains from how she feels wearing the coat almost makes me want one of my own. The ending is a surprise, especially Rhea’s reaction to the discovery, of which I can’t relate. If you want a short but memorable read, pick this one up."—Kay Smith, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 1/2 hearts...To tell to much would be to give it away, but let me tell you even though I read it in twenty minutes this is the most interesting read I have read in a while. The twist at the end will take the reader by surprise and is something you would never expect. Megan Hart has done a great job of pulling the reader in and then shocking them with the ending."—Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio
…Now, for the first time, Rhea looked around the shop's crowded interior. Clothing racks packed it from end to end, all hung with coats of every kind of fur imaginable. That was the smell, she realized, wrinkling her nose while looking around in utter amazement.
Not a bad smell. More like wet dog than anything else.
And no wonder, since it had been raining for nearly a week without pause. Everything had been damp for days, and the humidity was terrible. Other than the smell, the moisture in the air didn't seem to be affecting the garments in this store. She reached one hand out to stroke the soft fur of the coat nearest her. It looked like mink.
"A lovely choice," the voice behind the counter said, its owner still in shadow.
"You're having a sale?" She let the sleek fur drop. Stuff like this you found in Macy's or Bloomingdale's, not some dumpy shop in an alley. Well, this wouldn't be the first time she'd seen things that had "fallen" off the back of a truck. "What's the occasion?"
"Last night of the full moon," the clerk said. "Have to move out the inventory."
Rhea strained her eyes to see the owner of the voice, but could only make out the vaguest of forms. "Your sign said prices slashed."
"Yes," the clerk replied. "For the right customer."