The Crystal Circle: A Paranormal Romance Novel Read Free

price was 30 dollars per night and that she had to pay up front. She paid.
    “Do you have a passport or ID?”
    Lynn checked her purse, frowned and shrugged. “Oh... I’m sorry, it’s deep in the suitcase. I’ll unpack it and bring it over.”
    “Okay,” he said. “What’s your name?”
    “Ly... mmm... Michal. Michal Rosner.” It was the only name that came to her mind. It would be foolish to give out Lynn as her name. Remember, a clean slate... clean.
    In her little room, she opened the window. The arid Edom Mountains could be seen through the streets, and a very small, uninviting pool shimmered below. When the air in the room started heating up, she closed the window. She scattered the contents of the small suitcase on the bed: hairbrush, some flashy summer dresses, and an elegant summer suit that didn’t seem to belong in this resort town. She picked up her purse and looked around the room. She couldn’t see an appropriate place to hide her valuables. She checked the bathroom. Behind the old, slightly cracked mirror was a small space, a little less than a third of an inch deep. She tucked her wallet in deep behind the mirror.
    “I need to find a job quickly,” she sighed, looking at the cream-colored suit with leopard print lapels (that leopard print!). It was very tight in the waist and in the back. It’s tight, but still looks good! she thought. She washed her curly hair, put on a light lipstick and left the room. She waited for the man at the reception desk to be busy with other guests and slipped out of the hotel.
    I have the confidence and the ability to talk to people, I speak three languages - Hebrew, English, and my French isn’t so bad – isn’t that enough?
    She turned toward a tall imposing hotel overlooking the bay, just around the corner. A tall young woman, she stepped into the luxurious, five-star, Italian-style hotel with great confidence, her brown curls down to her shoulders and her emerald eyes shielded by dark lashes. Her fleshy lips slightly parted in a small smile as she turned to the receptionist.
    “Hello, Rafael,” she said with a broad smile, as if they were old acquaintances, after briefly reading his name badge.
    “Hello,” Rafael said hesitantly. He quickly scanned her striking figure and took in the broad belt cinched around her slender waist. He looked up at her smiling face and asked, “Do we... know each other?”
    “No. Not yet. Perhaps later we will. I’m looking for a job in your hotel. It seems to me that I’d be perfectly suited to be a shift manager, maybe, or a receptionist. I can also work night shifts.”
    “Uh... look, Ma’am...”
    “Michal. Michal Rosner.”
    “Yes, Michal. I’m not in Human Resources. Just leave your details with me, and I’ll forward them to the director of the department, Malka.”
    “No problem, Rafael I speak quite a few languages and -”
    “Yes,” he interrupted her abruptly. “Write it all down here.” He gave her a sheet of paper and immediately went to attend to a couple of older tourists who seemed to have lost their room key.
    She wrote down the name she had chosen, Michal Rosner, providing the name of the hotel where she was staying and her room number. This dialogue was repeated in every hotel she turned to, even the wretched little ones. After fifteen hotels, Lynn went to the beach. It was already evening and the Edom Mountains were lit up an amazing crimson red.
    The situation wasn’t easy; it was more difficult than she had expected. Maybe I should think outside the box. She stood on the boardwalk. The sun was setting behind the mountains at her back, as it always had, painting not only the mountain peaks of the Gulf of Jordan, but also the blue water of Eilat’s sea, which became red and pink and purple, changing appearance by the minute. It was a sight to behold. Oh, of course, this was why it was called the ‘Red Sea.’
    She didn’t dare sit on the rocks for fear of dirtying her only smart suit.