empty grey street

Andrea Miller unlatched the front door with a twist of the key. A dry breeze tossed strands of her long yellow hair across her round face. Reaching up, Andrea pushed the fine threads away from her sad pale eyes and hooked the faint lock behind her ear. Turning into the warm wind with a frown, Andrea glanced at the empty grey street below.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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