Sarah had cleaned houses for quite a while, then one day it happened, the job every cleaning lady dreads. Well, today was Sarah’s day, and Malcolm was the mysterious client, who wanted her to clean his red room. She’d encountered client’s secret little toys, but never had she been specifically hired to clean them. Sarah laughed as she surveyed the bondage equipment and toys. It was a surreal and comical feeling, standing in the red room. As daunting as Malcolm and his fetish were, she really needed the money, so Sarah dove right in, signed the contract, and took the job. However, Malcolm wasn’t the only one keeping secrets. Sarah had been running from her past for quite a while. And she’d been running from the truth, when she took the red room job. How she thought she could possibly clean up after the man who caught her eye, she’d never know. The Red Room Job is a mix of comedy, intrigue, and a little tie-me-up tie-me-down, all inspired by some very real-world novelties. I’ve added these little experiences at the very end, after the author’s note.
Author
Thank you for your interest in my fairy tales. Here's to the imagination and a little daydream. https://www.amazon.com/author/stephan... http://www.stephaniewestauthor.com https://www.facebook.com/StephanieWes... Writing is my hobby. As a child, I had a hard time learning to read, so anything I took an interest in was deemed acceptable. I have always enjoyed fairy tales, the older unsanitized versions, as well as the modern ones, mythology, science fiction, action and romance. As I read, my mind wanders, spinning its own tales. So, I figured I’d share my ramblings with you. The books I write contain little snippets from my life. I leave it to you to decide which scenes are fact, fiction, or a bit of both. I am far braver and bolder than is likely sensible, so my heroines are just as gutsy. I'd probably be categorized as an adrenalin junky. My life has been an adventure. I've done archaeology in the hot sun, am well versed with power tools, took Tae Kwon Do in college, have ridden on a Harley with a dark stranger, but never met an alien, vampire or shifter, that I know of. My stories are tawdry, feature a heroine who is gifted in some way, and will always end happily ever after. It is my opinion this is meant to be entertainment, and a depressing ending is not entertainment. Real life offers enough depressing crap. However, I have been called dark. My apologies for my horrific grammar. It is something I struggle with. It is probably connected to the slow reading thing. Believe me people have tried. I truly hope that my fairy tales make up for it.
