Reviewed:
To say that Paige Hawthorn is a very good author is a vast understatement. Her mind creatively spins a multi-faceted tale, well above a stroke story, and, that same mind, delves into the blackest holes people are capable of constructing. This creates Winter, a P.I. with beauty and brains. I'd include balls but I don't know why they're an attribute except as a symbol for maleness, strength, and, vitality. Venerability, just waiting to be fondled, with the underlying fear of a wrong move creating excruciating pain. Why bring this up? At any given moment, there are elements presented that could metaphorically twist us into writhing fools.
The darker slopes that exist within some people know no bounds of decency. How Winter uncovers this side of life while stimulating our sensual side is what makes her so compelling. One moment we want to bed and bond with her and the next paragraph has us fascinated with some street characters we'd never expect to meet, or want to meet, in real life.
I hope there's more tales of Winter and anyone else Paige cares to present for our minds to digest. Thank you, keep writing and we'll keep enjoying.