Artistic Photographs: Roz & Jack, #2

By Kristine Grayson

Roz trusts her husband, Jack. So when she catches him in her photography studio with a naked young woman, she knows the situation offers more than meets the eye. Turns out the young woman wants to pose for "artistic photographs"—the euphemism given to naked daguerreotypes sold to soldiers on the western frontier.

But the young woman does not fit the usual naked-photograph type. Roz vows to discover what the young woman really wants…and what she wants with Jack.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: WMG Publishing
• Release date: Jan 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386930921

Kristine Grayson

Before turning to romance writing, award-winning author Kristine Grayson edited the Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction and ran Pulphouse Publishing (which won her a World Fantasy Award). She has won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award and, under her real name, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, the prestigious Hugo award. She lives with her own Prince Charming, writer Dean Wesley Smith, in Portland, Oregon.

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Artistic Photographs

ARTISTIC PHOTOGRAPHS

KRISTINE GRAYSON

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Artistic Photographs

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ARTISTIC PHOTOGRAPHS

She looks like trouble," Roz Donnelly whispered as she dragged the heavy box of glass photographic plates across the floor of her studio, narrowly avoiding the overstuffed sofa she had placed near the fringed lamp.

Her husband Jack peeked through the red velvet curtains. So?

Roz slapped his fingers and he dropped the curtain, turning to face her. He was tall, his muscles rope hard, and his body lean from too many years on the back of a horse. His brown hair brushed against his collar—new and perfectly starched for the first time since she’d known him—and his brown eyes held a trace of humor in them.

Jealous? he asked, leaning into her.

Of that baby?

He shushed her. That baby might hear you and leave.

Roz shook her head. That baby has a plan, Jack, believe me. And we’re probably its victims.

What are you afraid of, Roz, my darling? Afraid I’ll trade you in for a younger model?

He was so close, she could smell the tobacco on his clothing. It mixed with the scent of her own specially made soap, and something undeniably Jack. Ever since she had met him, she had been under his spell.

If she’s the model, you wouldn’t last a day, Roz said. She may be ten years younger than I am, but she’s older in spirit.

He ran his thumb along her jaw, sending a shiver through her. My cynic.

She knew he felt the shiver; his eyes crinkled as he held back a smile. But she didn’t want him to feel as if he had an advantage. That cynicism has saved you a hundred times in the last ten years. You should respect it.

Oh, I do, he said, this time letting the smile out. But I wonder why it appears now.

This city has decency laws, doesn’t it? she asked.

He shrugged. The law is not something I specialize in, darling.

You should. She bent down and tugged at the box of glass plates. It weighed as much as she did, and she could use his help, but she wasn’t going to ask for it.

She glanced up. He was peeking through the curtain again.

Well? she asked. Will she be artistic enough?

He ignored her sarcasm. I don’t think the decency laws matter anyway. No one has applied them to photography.

It’s only a matter of time, thanks to you,