The Red Tempest

Four people meet on a train. A woman flees the expectations of her father and her ex-husband. A romance novelist seeks inspiration for a new hero. An unhappily married accountant hides money from his wife who is a compulsive gambler. What could go wrong? Find out in this novella. 

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https://www.amazon.com/Red-Tempest-Dave-Wright-ebook/dp/B0CFT9SHJ4


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