The women, faces carefully concealed with velvet or feathers or satin, were already half-unlaced from their gowns. The men, a colorful mix of Spanish grandees, exiled French aristos, and rich Portuguese and Moorish traders, were drunker even than usual, carousing through the gilded rooms and bump...
John’s hands were tugging at the back closure to her dress, loosening it with expert speed. His fingers trembled slightly, though, and his breath came in hard pants; a strange energy pulsed through them both, and she fancied she could hear his heartbeat thundering. Certainly, her own beat wild. S...
The cameras were all focused on the bed, two zoomed in tight from different directions, one capturing a wide shot. The lights looked clumsy—rigging wasn’t her strong suit—but they were bright, and crowded in close the way she wanted them, so nothing would be left in shadow. For her purposes tonig...