Artist Zach Devon just returned home to his penthouse after a successful art show. From his balcony overlooking Manhattan's East River, he sees a woman who appears about to jump from her window ledge two stories below him. Zach’s attempt to save her leads to a night of passion, or at least that is what he thinks he remembers when he wakes up two days later naked and splattered in something red. He needs to find answers, now! Who was she and what happened that night? Who can Zach trust? Blackmailed, framed for murder, and haunted by the memory of his lost love, Zack Devon is running for his life.
“When she left she took the color out of my eyes”
“A loud buzzing split my head and I died”
“She was always that way, shy and bold in the same moment”
“I was out of breath; my hand struck something, the surface at last! But it’s soft, silky…it’s…mud…mud! I must have swum down not up!”
“Despite the excruciating pain, my ears felt as if they were still attached. However, I looked into his large hands to be sure. He didn’t appear to be holding them.”
“When she left she took the color out of my eyes”
“A loud buzzing split my head and I died”
“She was always that way, shy and bold in the same moment”
“I was out of breath; my hand struck something, the surface at last! But it’s soft, silky…it’s…mud…mud! I must have swum down not up!”
“Despite the excruciating pain, my ears felt as if they were still attached. However, I looked into his large hands to be sure. He didn’t appear to be holding them.”
