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The residents of Rolling Hills, a hamlet in southeastern Ohio, were horrified when the dismembered bodies of two missing teens were pulled from the local river. Multiply suspects surfaced, but only one was railroaded, Richard Allan Lloyd, a known nudist and hothead.
What began as an evening stroll turned into what found only in horror films, and dubbed ‘the crime of the century’. 18 year old Babette, a voluptuous beauty contestant and horsewoman, and her 19 year old boyfriend Shane Shoemaker, a jealous and possessive unemployed printer, were last seen crossing a trestle bridge. Within fourteen days, their mutilated torsos and severed heads and limbs were unearthed, suggesting satanic cult activity.
With an investigation smeared with contradicting statements, and a botched crime scene, investigators built a flimsy case against Richard Lloyd. The three-week trial was based on police corruption and ineptitude, fairytale theories, and forensic mishandling.
This heinous crime shattered the sense of security for Rolling Hills, destroyed two families, and forever scarred the town. This story is a detailed account of finding justice for Babette and Shane, and of one man’s perseverance to gain his freedom from death row.
At 5:45 pm., Chief Barron used his walkie-talkie, to radio Mowery, who stayed at the command post with Dale and Sarah. Only a few short words were needed.
“We found something, but we don’t know what it is,” said the chief.
What searchers found . . . was unthinkable.
Just 150 yards north of the railroad trestle spanning the Hocking River, Sheriff Jones and one of his deputies reported “something entangled in debris,” near their small boat.
The officers initially said they believed the object was an animal carcass. Once it was dislodged and floated down stream, they realized it was human.
The officers then followed the remains and discovered 30 yards south of the first torso, the second torso was located. Both torsos were reportedly snagged against brush along the riverbank just west of The National Supply Company.
Both torsos were reportedly nude and so badly decomposed, officers said they were unable to determine their sex.
Upon the discovery, Will Kernen broke down and was seen “running and screaming” from the area. The remains were pulled to shore and coroner Rausch was summoned to the riverbank.
Law enforcement personnel cleared the immediate area of non-official personnel. Afterward, they stationed themselves around the perimeter of the area while the bodies were examined.
Many searchers, upon leaving the crime scene, were overheard by reporters asking one another “Are the authorities looking for one killer or two?”
After his initial examination of the bodies, the coroner said he was unable to rule on the cause of death or what sex the torsos were. What he did say, was that if one man committed both murders, it was “during a great rage” and by someone with something “very personal” against one, or both, of the victims.
Sheriff Jones reported an empty purse found, but did not know if it belonged to Annette. He told reporters, he did not believe the bodies were the missing Logan teens.
Dale Johnston told reporters that, when he and Sarah heard the bodies might not be that of Annette and Todd, they were relieved, and said, “That comment gave me and Sarah a speck of hope.”
The discovery of the bodies shocked and silenced the group of volunteers. Most returned to the Kroger parking lot after the first torso was found. Some remained silent, while others were seen conversing in hushed tones, telling reporters they “expected the search to turn up nothing.”
Sheriff Jones was placed in primary charge since all evidence at that time, pointed to the murders being committed outside of Logan’s corporation limit, which is the point of origin that the sheriff’s office jurisdiction begins.
When officers carried a body bag from the river, Mowery approached “the quiet couple.” He claimed Dale calmly asked, “Is it them?”
At first Mowery said, he did not know how to answer, but admitted it was two individuals. He told them the remains might belong to a young Columbus area pair, Chris and Peggy Lerch, reported missing around the same time as Annette and Todd.
Mowery said Dale then asked if he could view the bodies, saying “me and Sarah need to know if it’s our daughter.”
Mowery said he told the couple, “not right now.” He claimed Dale then asked, “Are they all chopped up?”
Mowery said he was shocked by that comment. He claimed when he asked Dale why he would ask such a thing, he said Dale again claimed to be psychic. Mowery said he was taken back by the man’s “strange statements and unemotional attitude” of the discovery of two murder victims. He said Dale then suggested officers should search the adjoining cornfield.
Other books by JoAnne:
“WICKED INTENTIONS” a paranormal/mystery anthology
“LOVES’, MYTHS’ AND MONSTERS’,” a fantasy anthology
“THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY,” a biography true-crime
“POEMS ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN”
“TWISTED LOVE,” a true-crime anthology
“FLAGITIOUS,” a crime/mystery anthology
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Not many people know this, unless of course they’ve read my bio, but I’m an artist. I guess one type of creativity leads to another, and a lot of my writer friends do have a craft or hobbies that they pursue besides writing.
I’ve been drawing since I could hold a crayon in my chubby little fist and winning awards for my artwork. Mostly in school, but also at the local fair.
I learned pen and ink in high school and took right to it. I love crosshatching. That’s the lines that cross over each other to show shadows in a drawing. I rough out a drawing with a pencil and when I get it to my satisfaction, I erase some of the lines and start in with the ink pen.
In Matrix Crystal Hunters and Matrix Crystal Christmas I’ve add some of my pen and ink drawings. One in the first book and two in the second book. Well, there’s three but its really two that are over lapped.
I might add three to the third book for an inside joke. *wink*
I also use a camera to help me with the artwork; taking a photos of what I’m going to draw and then sketching it out.
In the next Matrix Crystal book, I’ve already bought a crystal cluster and an opened amethyst geode. These I’ll photograph and then I’ll break out my pen and ink.
Team Alpha Three’s spaceship is out of power after fighting a wormhole, and parked on the primitive world of Zenevieva. With half the team sick from radiation poisoning, the team commander entrust geologist, Maya Gladstone, to find enough matrix crystals to power up their spacecraft, so they can go home to Earth.
Vach Namaste of the powerful Clan Namaste, a native of the planet, has desired the lovely Maya since she stepped off the spaceship on that astonishing day a year ago. He’s hounded her every step since. As Hymeneal Night approaches, he makes plans to take her as his bride… willing or not.
Matrix Crystal Christmas is made up of two short stories. I wrote this collection for the fans of my novel, Matrix Crystal Hunters.
In Crystal Flower Christmas: Vach and Maya are on a mission to undam the Laonooco River for the drought stricken region. As heartache fractures their marriage, will the gift of a crystal flower mend their relationship or break it beyond repair?
In Crystal Clear Christmas: Plague has struck the village of Zama and the citizens blame the only human left on Zenevieva, Maya. Will Vach make the ultimate sacrifice to save his wife?
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TEARS OF REALITY
Brenda, a classical musician, is looking for a roommate to help alleviate the costs of living in expensive Southern California. She is also attempting to fend off the attention of her amorous, bullying conductor, deal with her meddling family, and understand her feelings for Greg, the building’s sexy young owner.
Rosy, a nurse, recently arrived from Australia, hates the Vietnam War, in particular what it has done to her patients. She agrees to room with Brenda to save money.
Can a war protestor and war supporter live peaceably under one roof? And why is Rosy unable to shake her attraction to her gorgeous, unconscious patient, Jack?
Jack’s eyes drooped. Rosy watched as he seemed to be spirited away back to the War.
“I will never forget one little girl, Binh Lue. She lived with her grandparents in a village in the Que Son Mountains. She was about four or five. She was so sad, wouldn’t come to us the way the other kids did. It took me a week of gentle persuasion before she would come and sit on my lap by the fire and listen to the men playing handmade wooden instruments.”
Jack gazed deep into Rosy’s eyes. “You would have loved her. She was tiny with a little button nose and the bluest eyes.”
“Blue? Is that common?”
“Her father was an American soldier and she had been left in the village to try to protect her from Viet Cong. Trouble was, the bastards were everywhere.” Tears welled in his eyes.
“Clark, Steven and I were on patrol in thick jungle around the village perimeter, about half mile out, when we heard a bomb explode. Viet Cong were bombing the village. By the time we got back there every hut was on fire. It was beyond our control, no-one was left alive. It was a fuckin’ slaughter. We headed back into the jungle with plans to radio our unit the following day. Binh had somehow survived and followed us. We didn’t know until we heard a click. She had stepped on a mine.”
“Oh God.” Rosy’s hand flew to her mouth.
“We raced back towards the sound. Clark and Steven got there first and when Binh saw her friends, she started towards them. We screamed at her to stand still but she couldn’t understand us. The mine exploded and we were all blown into the air with the force. There were only fragments of Binh’s body left and I buried the pieces I could find. I started to drag Clark and Steven back to the village but I could only go a few feet each day before I passed out. I hoped if I got us to the village, some of our unit would eventually come to check why they hadn’t heard from us. I don’t know how long it was before some soldiers found us and we got help.”
Jack began sobbing. Rosy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into her arms. She ran her hands up and down his back and silently grieved with him. She couldn’t begin to understand the horrors he had borne witness to. No wonder the man was troubled by nightmares.
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Senior Detective Atoni Grind and Senior Constable Grinch Kapule are two handsome police officers
who are called in to solve murder cases on the Hawaiian island of Oahu.
Grind is the lead detective of Task Force Akamai, Grinch is the senior Police Constable.
When a young girl is murdered and left on the edge of a Diamond Head cliff, the two men work together solving the mystery.
By day they solve crime, by night they pleasure each other.
Corporal Grinch Kapule groaned as the radio crackled to life and the dispatcher’s voice reverberated over the airways. He had been looking forward to dropping the police vehicle back at the station and heading home. He had a third anniversary celebration planned. Soft candlelight, a lobster and seafood dinner, good champagne and a night of fabulous fucking. Now his plans were shot to shit.
“Did you hear any of that Grinch? You looked like you were miles away.” His new Junior Officer partner, Anuhea Miller – known as Ana, asked. She had recently moved to the city, having previously been posted to a station on the North Shore. It was only their second shift together as members of Task Force Akamai.
Task Force Akamai consisted of a Senior and Junior Detective, a Corporal and three Junior Officers. They were pulled from normal duties to investigate, and hopefully solve, murder or any other capital crime which occurred in the Islands. Grinch’s previous partner had moved on to study Law. Ana was his replacement.
Grinch cringed, he had been miles away. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else.”
“Hikers have found a body. It’s caught up on rocks on the beach side of the Diamond Head crater near the Beach Park. We’ve been ordered there. Detectives are en route.”
Grinch flipped a switch, the siren and flashing lights burst into life. He checked the traffic and swung the vehicle around before speeding down Kalalaua Road towards Diamond Head.
“Lē’ahi,” he corrected.
“That’s what the locals call Diamond Head. Lē’ahi. The name is Hawaiian for tuna’s dorsal fin. They insisted that was what the crater looked like.”
“So why does everyone else call it Diamond Head?”
“British Sailors named it Diamond Head a few centuries ago. They thought the quartz they saw from their ships, which was flashing in the sunlight, was a diamond and the name was born. It stuck, but locals with a long history on Oahu only ever call it Le’ahi.”
Grinch slowed as they neared Honolulu Zoo. An elderly man and his wife tottered across the road. As soon as they had passed safely, his foot jammed down on the accelerator.
As they merged onto Beach Road, a large crowd captured their attention. People stood peering over the edge of the volcanic, rocky crags.
“I’d guess that’s where the body is,” Ana said.
Grinch pulled the vehicle onto the shoulder of the road and screeched to a stop. “Radio the station. Tell them we need crowd control. The area will have to be cordoned off. The Detectives will hit the roof if they arrive and find their crime scene contaminated by onlookers. The last thing we need is for someone to slip and join whoever it is down there.”
Ana reached for the radio on her shoulder, pressed the button and relayed her new boss’s instructions to the dispatcher.
Grinch stepped from the car, checked his Glock semi- automatic pistol was secure in his holster, and strode to the center of the milling crowd. He turned, his back to where the side of the crater dropped into the ocean. “Folks, I need you to move way back. Unless you have information about what has happened here, I would like you to return to your vehicles or homes.”
The people in the crowd muttered and groaned but gradually dispersed, leaving only one couple behind.
“We found the body, Officer.” A young man, who Grinch estimated was in his mid-twenties, and a young woman around the same age, stood before him. It was clear they were shaken and he assumed they were the couple who had phoned the crime in.
Ana joined her partner, pen and notebook in hand. Grinch excused himself to check on the victim while Ana spoke with the young couple.
“I walked to the edge so Dylan could take a photo with the water behind me. We’re on our honeymoon and were taking a walk before dinner,” the young woman began. “I saw something red and leaned over to take a closer look. That’s when I saw her. Dylan phoned you straight away and no-one has been down there.”
“Good. Did you see anyone in the area?” Ana asked.
Dylan and his new wife glanced at each other. “No, there was no-one close by. When Marilyn screamed, people came rushing from all directions.”
Ana scribbled in her note book. “If you think of anything at all, please call the station.” She wrote down their names and contact numbers before allowing them to leave. She made her way to where Grinch crouched, peering over the edge.
She squatted beside him. The body was that of a young woman. The red top she had been wearing was in tatters and her golden breasts were exposed as she lay, trapped in the rocks. A large black mole was visible on her right shoulder. Water gently lapped over her. Whatever she’d been wearing on the bottom half of her body was gone.
“She hasn’t been here long,” Grinch said. He pointed down and Ana followed the line of his hand. “Her skin is only slightly puckered which indicates she hasn’t been here long. She doesn’t look burnt either, yet she is fully exposed to the sun.”
A car screeched to a stop behind them, the two officers swung around. It was the task force Detectives. Within seconds, two more police cars arrived and the Coroner’s Office vehicle. An ambulance brought up the rear.
Grinch and Ana approached the Detectives who climbed from their car.
“Officer’s,” the deep honeyed voice greeted.
Grinch pulled Ana closer. “Ana, this is Senior Detective Atoni Grind and his partner Detective Roger Kamaka. This is Junior Officer, Anuhea Miller. Ana, as she likes to be known, has just been transferred to our task force from the North Shore station.”
The Detectives shook hands with the shapely young police officer.
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Here’s an adult excerpt that’s sure to get you in the festive mood. It’s from Reindeer Games: Cupid, a novella which answers the question “What if Santa’s reindeer were shifters?” Enjoy!
Reaching down to make sure she was ready for him, he looked up at her, startled, when she grabbed his wrist. “What?”
“Nothing. Just trust me, I’m wet enough. I want to feel your cock stretching me.”
Cassius was pretty sure he’d never heard anything so erotic in his life, long as it had been. He was also pretty sure it was the first of many incredibly sexy moments between them. Doing as she asked, he grasped his shaft and aimed it towards her entrance. Before he had a chance to do anything else, he felt Carina’s legs wrap around his back — and with surprising strength, she pulled him into her to the hilt.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” he howled, his brain struggling to catch up with the sensations he was experiencing. She was wet, hot, and so fucking tight.
He looked down at Carina’s face, which held an expression of wonder. He kissed her lightly on the lips, before asking, “Are you all right?”
She nodded emphatically. “Yes, I’m just… I don’t know. I’ve never had it like this before.”
He knew what she meant. They’d only just started the main event, and already it had surpassed anything he’d ever experienced before. “Me either, and I’m not just saying that.”
“I know.” The look in her eyes was soft, adoring, and it became more so as he began to rock his hips. He grunted as she tightened her internal muscles against him.
“Hey,” he said gently, “Stop that. You’re driving me crazy enough without cheating.”
She giggled, then reached up to pull his face towards hers. Their lips met in a tender, yet bruising kiss that was laden with intent. Carina’s tongue forced its way into his mouth, and she sucked at his tongue, mimicking the actions his cock was making inside her.
A guttural moan emanated from his throat. This woman would be the death of him. Sexy. Fucking. Wench. His hips thrust in time to the words, and he picked up his pace, deliberately rolling his pubic bone across her clit with every stroke. The noises coming from the beautiful woman beneath him told him that she was enjoying herself just as much as he was, and it was just as well because he was holding back. His need for her was such that he wanted to go faster, harder, to thrust into her until she screamed so loudly the neighbours would hear.
He pulled away from their kiss, sucking in a huge breath. “Babe, you feel so good. I want to go faster, but I’m afraid I’ll come too soon.”
Carina’s eyes glinted, and she gave a wicked smile. “Give it all you’ve got, big boy. We’ve got all night.”
Laughing at her choice of words, he kissed her again—he just couldn’t get enough of those lips—then raised himself up once more and began to fuck her for all he was worth. His job—not to mention his species—meant that he was fit, and he got into an incredibly fast and furious rhythm. His gaze met hers, and they just looked into one another’s eyes in awe and wonder as they allowed their pleasure to wash over them, again and again, until it reached fever pitch.
“Oh,” he said, gritting his teeth to try and delay the inevitable, “I’m going to…”
Carina said nothing, instead bobbing her head up and down in agreement.
Taking extra care to stimulate her clit with each stroke, Cassius continued pounding into Carina’s wetness until his second orgasm hit him, with next to no warning. The shock made him lose control of his words, and as his cock twitched, spurting into the condom, he said, “Unnhh… fuck… I fucking love you. I love you.”
It wasn’t until he opened his eyes and looked into Carina’s wide, stunned ones, that he realised what he’d said — but she didn’t recoil, or laugh at him. Instead, she reached up to stroke his face, and said softly, “Do you mean that, or was it just the heat of the moment?”
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Becky’s Master is set in Colonial Australia while Mastering Justice is set in Modern Day Sydney.
Note: This book contains explicit sexual description and is suitable for 18+ only.
Becky Gentry is desperate to escape her brutal owner.
She makes a bargain with English buccaneer, Ethan Harvey, to take her to safety on his ship.
It costs him his betrothed and his fortune.
He vows to make Becky pay, but all she has to barter is her body.
What will happen when the sex slave falls in love with her Master?
Will she ever make it back home to England?
Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek. He is also in charge, her Dom.
Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law. She is his property, his Sub.
They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour. She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.
She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home.
He has vowed to never release her. Does she want to be freed?
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Warning: Contains explicit sexual description and BDSM. Strictly for 18+
Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.
He is also in charge, her Dom. Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law.
She is his property, his Sub.
They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour.
She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.
She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home. He has vowed to never release her.
Does she want to be freed?
Imogen glanced across the courtroom. He was seated in the public gallery. Muscles bunched under his shirt, his long black hair hung down to his shoulders and his chocolate brown eyes locked with hers. Warmth pooled in her pussy, she found it difficult to concentrate knowing his hungry gaze was watching her every move.
Moses tilted his lips into a grin, he had noticed Imogen squirming uncomfortably when she had first noticed him. The beautiful, tall, leggy blonde rose from her chair, turned her back and began fiddling with papers. He knew he was being unfair. This was an important trial for his sub. It involved the Mayor’s son and could make or break her brilliant career.
Imogen breathed deeply. She couldn’t let her clients down by being distracted. I will talk to Moses tonight. I can’t have him attending this trial and distracting me.
“Please rise for the Honourable Judge Dalton O’Malley,” a voice from the front of the courtroom announced.
Imogen came to attention and when she dared to take a quick peek in the direction of the gallery, she noticed Moses had left. She breathed deep with relief.
Moses strolled outside into the bright sunshine. He had done what he had come to do, unnerve his sub. She needed to be kept informed of who was in charge at all times. He smiled to himself as he headed for his favourite café at Circular Quay.
He would enjoy a latté while he drank in the first warmth of summer and made plans for tonight. She would pay for daring to turn her back on him.
He weaved his way down George Street, smiling at several women and girls as he went. He was well aware his physique attracted interest but he had the only woman he wanted.Maybe she could come home and find another woman in the apartment? That would remind her that I am in charge and it would punish her for turning her back on me.
Moses dismissed the thought of another female. It would devastate Imogen and, although she had to be disciplined, he would never be cruel.
He entered the café on the waterfront and was immediately shown to a table overlooking the harbour. The view was magnificent as water sparkled in the sunlight and vessels of every shape, colour and size floated in all directions. Moses was content. He picked up the daily paper which had been placed down with his latté and began reading.
He would not pick Imogen up from the trial as planned. He would meet her at home and put his plan into action.
Previously Master Of Law
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Book #2 from the Perfect Little Pieces series.
For the first time in her life, Mia Horton isn’t afraid of the future. Equipped with a new major, a new internship, and a new life, she is finally able to put the past behind her—that is, until she meets Flynn McKenna. Flynn’s boyish charm and rugged good looks make her feel things she doesn’t want to feel, and shakes the foundations of her carefully constructed world. With Flynn, Mia craves things she knows she can never have, and wonders if she’ll ever be rid of the silent curse that seems to plague all of the women in her family.
Well on his way to being the youngest mixed martial arts champion in the world, Flynn uses fighting to provide for his impoverished family. Then, one day, an accident forces him to the sidelines. His failure to achieve success devastates his parents and starts a downward spiral of guilt and self-loathing that lands him at Newton Heights Mental Hospital. He has all but given up on life, until a gorgeous young intern makes him see that there is more to him than winning titles, and that love is the most valuable prize of all.
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A Guns & Garters Western Romance
A lusty, spirited tale of the Wild West, featuring a beautiful bounty hunter on the trail of a smooth-as-silk scoundrel who always gets his woman…
My Only Desire by Andrea ParnellAfter tragedy blew Sunny Harlowe’s world apart, she left her old life behind, strapped on a six-shooter and went to work for the Pinkerton Detective Agency. Now she was the most notorious bounty hunter in California–a gun-toting, flashing-eyed beauty who could out-shoot and out-ride any man…even a seductive silken-tongued rogue like Price Ramsey. Never mind that he was the handsomest devil this side of the Rockies–Sunny had been hired to bring him in…dead or alive!
Rugged, rough-and-ready Price Ramsey had always had his way with the fairer sex…until he was hauled in by Sunny Harlowe. She was a handful, all right, but nothing he couldn’t handle. As her prisoner on a wild and rollicking run across the west, Price lived for only two things: his freedom, and Sunny hot and eager in his bed. What he got was a woman of stormy, sizzling desires–and a love that was bigger than both of them…
“My Only Desire has it all–action, adventure, and a wonderful love story!” –Anita Mills