A Don't Close Your Eyes Novelette
 
On my flight home, a handsome stranger generously upgraded my coach ticket to business class under the pretense we pretend to be married.
No problem. How was I to know we were headed for the same destination - a murder mystery dinner where I'd have to make-out with someone who'd paid big bucks for seven minutes in heaven with me.
Was he the guy I had to kiss?
Or the killer?
Maybe both?