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RED HAZE

 

 

Rebecca Ridge

 

 

 

Cover: Chris Phillips

Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

 

 

Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

 

 

All rights reserved. It is not permitted to copy, distribute or otherwise publish the content of this eBook without the express permission of the publisher. Subject to changes, typographical errors and spelling errors. The plot and the characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to dead or living people or public figures is not intended and are purely coincidental.

 

 

 

 

 

For this Valentine’s Day, Berlinable has put together a collection of stories that celebrate the boundless nature of love.

In these captivating tales, love takes many different shapes and forms, highlighting the uniqueness of human connection.

 

We believe there is no need for a special occasion to express intimate human cravings and desires, yet we bring these stories on Valentine’s Day to inspire you to take the ultimate step toward freedom.

Read them to enjoy the diversity of modern love, which transpires all limits and societal norms.

 

These are love letters from our authors to their SOs - which are also love letters from BERLINABLE to our readers.

 

Thank you Rebecca Ridge, for this wonderful piece.

 

I rush up my garden path, almost tripping over in my haste. I’ve just dropped the kids at my mother’s for the weekend and tonight I’m going out. I’m so excited, I could scream.

 

My heart races in anticipation. What delicious delights will my date have in store for me?

 

As if following the cue, my phone beeps. I dig around in my oversized handbag, pulling out two dummies, a toy car, and a snotty tissue, before finding my phone nestled within biscuit crumbs at the bottom. I sigh.

 

My throat goes dry when I see it’s a private number.

 

The text is simple.

Red Haze

9.30 PM

DON’T be late!

 

A loud bang on my front door makes me jump. Spinning around I yank it open. A courier stands holding a black box.

 

"Parcel for Iris Ford." I quickly sign for the parcel, intrigue burning in my gut.