title: Prima Donna: A Novel
author:  Megan Chance 
description: At the start of Chance's heady if at times overheated Victorian historical, Sabine Conrad, an ambitious opera singer wounded in a violent encounter whose significance doesn't become clear until later, flees New York City with her jewels. Months later, in February 1878, the by now penniless Sabine reaches Seattle, Washington Territory, where she gets a job as a scrubwoman at the Palace, a whore house that provides musical entertainment in the frontier city's red-light district. Sabine, who's adopted the name Margie Olson, helps the Palace's proprietor, Johnny Langford, realize his dream of turning the place into a legitimate theater. Chance (<I>The Spiritualist</I>) deftly explores the hardships the former prima donna endures overseeing Langford's entertainers, even as Sabine yearns to return to the stage herself. Melodramatic excerpts from Sabine's youthful journal chronicling her opera career provide counterpoint in an erotic thriller full of lively period detail. <I>(Jan.)</I> <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
zlib_text: Sharing Dawn:A Hotwife Story
  
  By Alex Vander
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright 2017 Alex Vander
  
  Cover Copyright 2017 Murdock Macgregor
  
  All characters are 18+ and consenting adults
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter 1
  
  “Oh come on dear,” I said encouragingly to Dawn as she complained about
  heading to the party, “We’re going to be around these people for a long time.
  We may as well get to know the neighbors.”
  
  Dawn let out a huffing sigh. She was cute when she was protesting. She was
  always sexy though. My wife. Blonde hair just past her shoulders. Stunning
  blue eyes, with a face that could’ve gotten her any gig in Milan. Not to even
  mention her body. Tight in the right places with curves just where you wanted
  them. She was perfect. Oddly enough for a girl like her though. Her looks
  really didn’t match up with the personality. Not when I first met her at
  least.
  
  “Look James. I’d just as much rather not know our neighbors than know them,”
  Oddly though she did suffer from a bit of social anxiety. Parties were not
  where sh