Cold. So cold. One of the others must have rolled up in all the covers, or she’d rolled away from them, somehow. Amber reached out, seeking the warmth of other bodies, and found only sand and rounded pebbles. Driven by an urgency she did not understand, she managed to roll onto her side and open her eyes to the night.

Starlight blazed overhead, waking faint echoes in the river washing over her feet and legs.

Tourist Trap is now listed on Amazon and Barnes and Noble, by the way, and I have my first author copy.

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