Elizabeth Woodham books

The Little Red Kilt (Matryoshka #1)

I check the back of the driver’s head, knowing his eyes are on the rear-view mirror more often than the road ahead. No matter, I’m sybaritic. We alight, giddy from alcohol and lust, my teetering legs in little black boots, their high heels planted on paving. Waiting while he pays, my boots, my li...