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GREEK AFFAIR Prequel to Guardian Cop
Adrastos ‘Addie’ Papadakos is a Criminal. He arranges gun and drug deals with Russia and Niger. He is the product of a rape and to provide for her son, his mother is forced to become a whore. He grew up in a brothel where he learns about sex at the tender age of thirteen. He hates women.
Mario Anastopolous is a successful Banking Executive. He has just come out of a relationship where he hadn’t been satisfied.
When Addie ventures into a Gay Men’s Club in Athens, he meets Mario. Both had been on the lookout for a lover. Their attraction is instant.
Addie is domineering, in charge. Mario is meek, submissive.
When Mario accepts the invitation to go home with Addie, he doesn’t realize just how good his life is about to become. Following a night of spanking, sex, pain and pleasure, Addie makes Mario an offer that is too good to refuse. Mario gives up everything to be with this man who can provide him with the sexual variety he craves.
For the first time in his life, Addie has genuine feelings for someone else.
Addie ordered a whiskey and dry, the barman slid it in front of him. He swiveled his bar stool to scan the room of the busy gay men’s club. The club was reputed to be the best of its type and was situated in the center of Athens, a short walk from Addie’s luxury townhouse. It was the first time he had come here, preferring until now to date women. At 22 years old he had made the decision to ‘come out’. He hadn’t been able to find satisfaction with a woman since having a man two years ago. He had finally admitted to himself he was gay and now he was on the prowl for a lover.
Several men gyrated to the beat of Turn The Beat Around by Gloria Estefan which blared from oversized speakers throughout the large area. He watched as couples pushed their hips against each other, cocks brushing together. At the same time they exchanged long kisses, arms waved in the air. Addie found it erotic. His mouth watered.
“Scotch and Coke, Mike.” A deep voice rumbled beside him and Addie swung the stool towards the owner of the sensual voice. Mike slid the scotch and coke over and the man sipped at the liquid before extending his hand towards Addie. “Mario. I haven’t seen you here before.”
Addie perused the man standing in front of him. He was not tall, probably a good six inches shorter than his own six feet two inches. He had an unruly mop of black hair and a dark five o’clock shadow. His body was not that of an athlete but reasonably toned, maybe a fraction overweight. The thing that struck him the most were his eyes. Small but piercing, jet black like pure onyx. He was drawn to them as if they were magnets. “Addie,” he extended his hand and they shook. Firm grasp for a gay man. “My first time.”
Mario climbed onto the stool next to him. “Alone?”
“Yes, just out of a relationship. You just coming out?”
“Yes. Tried women. Didn’t work.”
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He considers Bethany Holt his property and she has been trapped in his world of illicit drugs and dominant sex for over six months. She rues the day she consented to move in to his palatial home.
Addie’s best friend, and long-time lover from Greece, arrives at the house and when Bethany overhears them plotting a murder, her life changes dramatically.
When she is found beaten, bloody and close to death in a back alley of Kings Cross, Detective Tanner McMahon and his partner, Kylie Wilson are called in on her case.
Will Tanner be able to protect her from the powerful drug lord?
Will she submit to Tanner’s dominant sex play?
“This was called in as a fatality, this girl is still breathing.” The Paramedic unwound a face mask and attached the cord to oxygen before placing it over Bethany’s face. He then pressed a stethoscope to her chest and listened. “Her breathing is shallow but her heartbeat is steady. I think it looks worse than it is.”
The two trained medics carried on with their procedure. While one opened a vein, inserted a drip tube and began saline flowing, the other rolled her carefully on to her back and began checking her injuries.
Bethany thought her head would explode when the man pressed on her broken cheekbone. She let out a scream and everyone jumped back.
When the shock had subsided, the ambo, called John took her hand. “Sweetheart, my name is John. I’m from the ambulance service. We are taking care of you before we take you to hospital. Can you tell me your name?”
“B..Beth,” she whispered.
“Beth?” John asked.
She swallowed hard, the tinny taste of blood flooded her throat, almost gagging her. “Bethany.”
“Bethany, can you open your eyes?” The others watched on, Tanner took notes, while John spoke with the victim.
Her eyes flickered open and locked on Tanner’s face. They were deep brown, like chocolate, and, despite the bruising and swelling, he could see they were huge, fawnlike. He could also see the terror that lay within. What is she afraid of? His cock twitched as he smiled down at her.
John and his partner finished checking the girl before John stood and drew Tanner aside.
“She has a broken cheekbone, broken ribs on both sides, we will know more when she is x-rayed, a broken wrist and numerous contusions all over her body. I would say she has seen several fists to the face and then been kicked repeatedly. She said no one can know she is alive or she will be killed. Not sure what she means but if that is all, we will get her down to St Vincents.”
Tanner pondered the strange statement. He would instruct the others to claim she was dead until they found out what was going on. Kings Cross was well known for seedy characters, this could be tied up with some cartel or mob and she certainly could be at risk. “Thanks John. Take her down. Kylie and I will get Harry’s statement and meet you there.”
Bethany cried out with pain as the two Paramedics lifted her onto the gurney and prepared her for transport to hospital.
“I know it hurts, sweetheart but we can’t give you any more painkillers until they assess you. You may need surgery so we have to be careful.” John rubbed his hand over hers in reassurance.
Mercifully, Bethany passed out and was unaware of her transfer to hospital.
Previously Loving Bethany
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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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Human Perfect by Kayelle Allen
In the android business, the best of the best are Human Perfect.
In this science fiction short story, for as long as she can remember, Christa has hated androids. The texture of plastiflesh skin and the non-smell of the animate machines jars her senses. Don’t even get her started on robots, or worse — the andys that look human. Her job as a corporate spy for the android maker Innersoul puts her in touch with the creatures every day, but also lets her judge them. When she runs into Humancopy Progress Rep Tom Karellys, she can’t believe her luck. Using a cover identity, Christa shares dinner with him, and the two discuss andys. It soon becomes apparent Tom is not what he seems, and Christa must decide whether he’s a trustworthy human, or merely… Human Perfect.
Terran Crescent, Earth
Lunar Spaceport Earthside Shuttle Concourse D
Tom leaned back as the waitress brought their food. When she left, he bowed his head in what Christa assumed to be prayer.
“Tom, may I ask you a question?” She played with the stem of her glass, avoiding his direct gaze.
He sat back and folded his hands. “By all means.”
“Can andys pray?”
“Maybe the question is better asked, ‘should they?’ A monastery on New Terra ordered two andys from us to research texts. We made them appear to be monks.”
“But androids can’t pray, can they?”
“They fold their hands, bow their heads, and chant along with the other monks. The leadership there wanted them to look like everyone else.”
“But to pray? That’s sacrilege, isn’t it?”
“We don’t know if they’re praying. They’re moving their mouths and saying the words. Does that constitute prayer? Ask the person next to you in church.” He dug his fork into his food and paused. “I can’t say. I’m not the one they’re praying to.”
“But andys don’t have souls.”
“Can’t be proven. Unless you’re one, of course.”
“Ugh, no!” Christa picked at her food, while he ate everything and devoured the rolls. Perhaps he didn’t travel much. To Christa, everything had that plastic stored-in-a-starport taste, but Tom seemed to relish every bite.
After dinner, Christa pushed away her plate. “So, are you?”
Tom blinked, brows furrowed. “Am I what?”
“Are you an android?”
He gave her a perfect, dazzling smile. “Can’t you tell?”
“No.” She folded her napkin. “If all your company’s andys are as good as you are, it’s no wonder people can’t tell them from humans.”
“Did I say I was an andy?”
Squinting at him, she chewed her lower lip. “You’re a tease.”
He laughed his too-perfect laugh.
Science Fiction and Fantasy, Space Opera, and Scifi Romance mark the writing of author Kayelle Allen, winner of the 2010 EPIC award for Science Fiction, and the 2008 Honorable Mention for Science Fiction Fantasy. Her book, Tarthian Empire Companion (Feb 2015) is a guidebook to her scifi universe as well as a primer for writing a scifi series. Visit her website for a free download of the Top Stops edition of the book. http://kayelleallen.com
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Blurbs for “Wicked Intentions” 7 bone chilling paranormal tales
BLOOD TIES-After the mysterious disappearance of twenty-six year old wife and mother Lisa Smalley, her twin, Audra Roper, begins having dark and disturbing visions of Lisa’s disappearance. Trying to survive while looking for Lisa, Audra’s life becomes a roller coaster of risks, heartbreak, and intrigue.
THE HAUNTING OF BARB MARIE-Even as a child, Barb Marie saw dead people. This took an unhealthy toil on her throughout her childhood and young adulthood.
SUMMER WIND-When twenty-nine year old Ginger discovers the old mansion Summer Wind, she is mysteriously drawn to it. . Immediately, the haunting’s have a negative and profound effect on the family.
THE TRUTH BEHIND THE LIES-Solving the brutal murder of American born Ruthie Geil becomes a gauntlet of attacks and more murders for Federal Police Inspector Ian Christian. Between the victims family, ex-lovers, and ghostly occurrences on Norfolk Island, the killer is closer than anyone realizes.
THE LEGEND OF LAKE MANOR-For the young psychic Cassandra Lopez, coming to the infamous and haunted mansion Lake Manor, was more like a mission.
THE APARTMENT-When young newlyweds Bill and Gayle move into their new apartment, their lives are plagued with sightings of evil ghosts that threaten their marriage and lives.
DARK VISIONS-When Carrie Reynold’s starts having nightmares on her twenty-sixth birthday, she believes her “dark visions” can solve the twenty year disappearance of her father.
Excerpt from The Truth Behind the Lies
Setting: Inspector Ian Christian and his ladylove/suspect Rosa, are out on the town on Norwalk Island.
Excerpt: Just as the sun set, we ducked into an outdoor bistro. As I ordered our drinks, Rosa needed the little girls room and disappeared inside the restaurant. I was on my second Jim Beam and Coke when I decided to look for her. She didn’t know anyone on the Island, to my knowledge, and she had checked in with her parents earlier that day. I went snooping, but didn’t find her inside the ladies room. She wasn’t in the rear of the place or at the outdoor beer garden. So where the heck was she, I wondered, as I walked through the building. As I was about to return to the outside patio, I heard a faint pounding. I followed the noise which led me down a flight of steps and into an unused portion of the restaurant that had once been a gym. Looking down the hall, I saw steam coming from under a door and rushed inside. The entire room was filled with hot mist, making it nearly impossible to see. Then I heard Rosa’s screams. They were coming from the abandoned steam bath built into the far wall. I rushed to the device. There was no lock on the outside of the door, but Rosa was pounding furiously from the inside as if it were locked. I pulled on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “What the hell,” I said aloud, getting Rosa’s attention.
“Ian, thank God it’s you,” she cried. “Get me out of here! I’m burning up!” I again pulled with all my strength on the door, but it was like the door was glued shut.
Impossible! “Rosa,” I yelled. “Are you sure the door isn’t locked or jammed from your side?”
She pushed on it from inside, but nothing happened. “No, it won’t open.” Looking around, I noticed a glass-encased ax bolted on the nearby wall.
“Move away from the door,” I told her. “I have an idea.”
I kicked out the glass with my foot and yanked the weapon from its perch. I turned and came face to face with Ruthie’s ghost. “Ian…Ian…” she seductively cooed. I froze with fear. A floating white mist almost invisible through the steam was all I saw, but boy, was it scary. “Ian… Ian…,” she whispered again. “Make love to me. Make love to me.”
“Go to hell!” I yelled, swinging the ax into the air as the specter darted from side to side with a piercingly laugh.
“Ian, what’s wrong?” yelled Rosa from her imprisonment. “Who are you talking to?”
“Go back to hell where you came from, devil bitch,” I yelled, swinging wildly at the air until the apparition screeched, then disappeared, taking the steam with it as if sucked out by a vacuum.
Breaking Heaven, The Essentiants 2
A soul for your thoughts…
Dresdan Mati thrives on the souls of humans and he possesses the strength to heal. He can conquer the pain of a thousand deaths, but he can’t overcome his desire to bed a virgin, one who is tethered to God. To have and hold her he must show her what he really is—a minion of pure evil responsible for stealing the last breath of the living.
Rosalind Graves leads an austere life helping others. She realizes Dresdan Mati is different the moment they meet. She even knows he’s a murderer who will live forever, yet Ros finds herself inexplicably drawn to the man. Afraid of the desire he elicits from her mind and body, Rosalind is torn between loving God, and loving Dresdan who might break her bond with Heaven.
Life had a way of punching you in the gut when you least expected it. Or worse. Dresdan Mati felt as if God had hurled a thunderbolt into his heart when the woman turned to look at him. Her hazel eyes opened wide in dismay as she stared in his direction. He recognized her loneliness instantly.
Dres had lived with the feeling for over a thousand years.
He had flown to Philly with his friend Ion Toso and followed him to the church. Standing, Dres strode to the front and stopped at her pew. “I’m Dresdan Mati.”
“I know who and what you are.”
“Wonderful, we can eliminate the bullshit.” Dres wasn’t looking for much—he merely sought a diversion.
“I think you’ve made a terrible mistake.”
“The only mistake I could make would be to walk away without getting to know you better.”
After driving to Boston for a medical conference, Dres had returned to the City of Brotherly Love to wait while Ion decided what to do about Sandy Brittingham, a woman who was leading Ion on a merry chase around Philadelphia while she came to terms with the creature he was.
“Call me Dres.” He reached for her hand, drew it to his mouth, and sucked her middle finger.
Air puffed through full, unpainted lips. “You’re the devil incarnate!”
“No, sweetheart, much worse.” She tried to tug her hand away, but he held it firmly. “I’m Essentiant. “But you already know that.” He had waited for Ion and Sandy to leave before making his move.
Keeping the light from his eyes took every ounce of energy he possessed. Dres had no intention of bending or mesmerizing her mind. What he desired she must give willingly. “It’s not your soul I’m after.”
“You’ll suffer in hell.”
“I fear nothing there.” This time he placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Her pulse quickened beneath his lips. Staring into her eyes, Dresdan said, “And I will allow nothing in that or this realm to harm you.”
He survived on souls, most of them damned. He stripped essence from rapists, murderers, and dying derelicts who struggled to let go of life. Dresdan used their energy to control the minds of the living and to sustain his own life. He was good at what he did, had existed for centuries drinking evil from God’s castoffs. Never had he wanted anything as much as he wanted this woman. Watching the pulse beat in her neck made him wish he were vampire, for he would have bitten her and tasted each day of her life as her blood seeped into his body. That wasn’t going to happen, but damn if he didn’t intend to take everything else.
Dresdan Mati vowed to make the beautiful, ethereal woman his.
Already, visions of her long, thick chestnut hair curtaining him as she sat astride his hips taking his cock deep brought him to a semi-hard state of readiness. And her skin—Christ, he wanted to touch it, lick it, see if it tasted velvety sweet like the dark honey it resembled.
“I must go.” She stood and trembled. Dres moved his hand to her waist to steady her.
“I can make you tell me.” No need to let her know he’d already sworn to himself never to touch her mind.
“Rosalind Graves. Now, please, I have to leave.”
“How well do you know Miss Brittingham?”
“Well enough to know what you and your friend are.” This time she glared at him with fire. He liked it. “I know what you do.”
It was because he had followed Ion and Sandy that he stood in this church. “If she’s told you about us, you also know I bring no harm to innocents.”
Rosalind cast her eyes to the floor. “She’s only told me that you take people’s souls.”
“I’m telling you I’ve never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it.” Grasping her chin, making her look at him, he finished. “My eyes will never dance with lights of death before you.”
“But you will continue on this path of destroying what is God’s?”
“Rosalind, I’m far too old to be taught Bible verses. I am Essentiant, will always be, and yes, to survive I will do whatever I find necessary.”
“You’re pure evil.”
His lips curled. “I’m pure nothing. Don’t ever make that mistake.” He released her. “When you kneel to pray tonight, ask your God why he sent me here.” Turning, he strode toward the church’s vestibule until her voice stopped him.
“He would forgive you if you asked.”
Pivoting, Dresdan gazed at her. Her back was straight, shoulders held high in a regal pose. Rosalind was tall with small breasts. Jeans encased narrow hips, and lean thighs topped long, slender legs. The total opposite of what he desired in a woman. His mind said walk away forever because so much goodness surrounded her he damn near smelled it. Dres’s cock prodded him in a different direction.
“No need to ask.” He felt heat build in his eyes and fought the urge to demonstrate his power. Who was she to judge him? No one saw the things he had witnessed. No one tasted the evil he’d drawn into his own soul more than a million times. “I have forgiven myself.”
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. J. Hali Steele
“Deborah is a school leaver with a ‘control freak’ father and a mouse of a mother. In her third year at college, she meets, and becomes engaged to, Blue, a virile red-haired policeman. She ditches her teaching degree in favour of the police force and, on graduating, she is assigned to a suburban station under Chief Inspector Morton and a misogynistic Sergeant Allen. On patrol one night she is raped.
When Blue is appointed to the same station, Deborah is suffering PTSD and they break off their engagement. Deborah’s mother invokes the spirit of her father, who has died. His mantra was the sanctity of the family.
Deborah’s colleague and friend, Michelle Lee, is a very competitive Chinese woman, a high achiever, with formidable skills including self-defence. She and Blue become lovers.
Deborah’s thirst for revenge and her search for her rapist are responsible for the bloodshed that follows. Blue and Michelle try to solve the murders while contending with gangsters who shadow every move they make.
It is through a surprise twist in the tale that the identity of the killer is revealed.”
Gympie is a large country town one hundred and sixty kilometres north of Queensland’s capital city, Brisbane. It has an unspoilt, charming environment in which people work the surrounding farms or, if they are hardy optimists, dream of untold wealth still to be found in the gold mines that were such a feature of life here in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. This is a town that subscribes to the laid back, carefree lifestyle image that this part of Queensland is known for. Except, in some households, that isn’t what happens.
“Deborah!” a raucous voice buffets the somnolent air. “I need you here, please!” The ‘please’ is not a signifier of politeness, but rather a demand for immediate attention. Deborah appeals to the heavens, “Why me?” and hurries to ascertain what her father wants. In the process of pulling a crankshaft apart, Frank Passfield needs somebody to hand him a spanner. Today’s ‘fetch and carry’ girl is Deborah. Several hours later, by now grease-stained, hot and sweaty, and not in the best of moods, Deborah is free once more.
The scents of the early wattle wafting on the air currents from the open paddock next door brush lightly across her sweaty face, and the soft rays of the sun, reflected off the neighbour’s backyard pool, combine to work their magic on her irritable mood. Soon the trials of the morning fade in her memory. She listens as bird song accompanies the soughing of a fine breeze through the crotons nearby, and soft, pale yellow sunlight, picked out by shade trees, carpets the lawn. Cirrus clouds in little clusters dot the blue sky high above, and the lillypilly trees whisper secrets as they rustle in a gracious shimmer at her back fence line.
“I love this time of year,” Deborah’s younger sister, Genevieve, breaks the silence. She takes a swat at an errant fly that has dared to enter her parents’ kitchen and, apparently frustrated that she has missed the little pest, begins to wipe down the surface of the kitchen bench.
“What are your plans, Deb?” Genevieve asks. Deborah knows the question to be an idle one, as her sister’s interests and hers have always been vastly different, and neither cares what the other is about.
“Oh, nothing much, I suppose. I’m going to try again with Dad. Maybe if I pick the right moment he might let me apply for medicine. Or is that a forlorn hope?” The question is rhetorical and both girls treat it as such.
Deborah is still smarting from a recent argument. She has a battered old copy of an anatomy book she’d picked up at the corner second-hand shop, and had shown it to her father, Frank. “Look, Dad! That’s what a gall bladder looks like. I never knew that,” she says, her opening gambit in the game that has gone on now for weeks.
He had stopped what he was doing to transfix her with his ice-cold eyes.
“Are you still arguing with me, Deborah? Get it clear in your head, you’re not going to study medicine. End of argument.”
Some spark of rebellion stirred into life. “Why ever not, Dad? Why do you think you can decide what I want to do with my life? Tell me, go on. You’ve never answered that question. Why can’t I make my own decisions?” Without knowing she was doing so, Deborah was screaming.
“Don’t you take that tone with me, young lady!” his tone even more brusque than usual, “We can’t afford to send you to medical school. Forget all that. You’re going to win a scholarship to Teachers’ College, and that’s the end of it. Now, come and give me a hand to sharpen these tools. This chisel you worked on yesterday is uneven. It’s a disgrace! Get it right!” and, with a heavy heart, she had put her thoughts of gall bladders and kidneys aside to concentrate on the menial task he’d given her. It was just another in a series of arguments she is never able to win.
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Published By Pink Iris Publications
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CAPTIVE – Released 16 Jan 2015
Four 5* Reviews and 4 Five Star Ratings on Goodreads:
Jennifer is the captive of Vince, an unscrupulous man who owns a strip club. She is unable to escape her enforced prison until the fateful day her parents are killed.
Freedom brings it’s own set of complications and before long she is destitute.
Tate is a Detective Inspector desperate to solve his sister’s murder. In the course of his investigation, his path crosses that of the gorgeous stripper.
Their sex is explosive and before long they have an insatiable lust for each other. Is it love?
Will she help him bring his sister’s killer to account? Will she endanger the cops family? Can he protect her?
Jennifer’s shoulders slumped as she trudged up the front steps of the small, run-down apartment block. She clutched a small shopping bag in one hand, a wad of unopened envelopes in the other.
Her apartment was on the ground floor, inside the filthy glass doors and to the right. There were only six in the building and four were empty. It didn’t surprise her, it was the sleazy side of town. Nobody would voluntarily live there but she had no choice. The rent was cheap and it didn’t seem to matter whether she paid on time or not. The block had been built in the fifties and had been badly maintained, brick crumbled from the façade every time it rained. The apartments were grotty with damp oozing from the ceilings. Peeled and chipped paint decorated the walls, the carpet was threadbare and curtains non-existent. The rancid odor of decay permeated the building.
She dumped the bag onto the ground and rummaged in her handbag for the key to the door. “Come on. I’m not in the mood for this,” she mumbled.
Jennifer had been searching for work for almost a week but, no-one in this town, or the next town over, would even grant her an interview. Vince had alerted her boss to her pictures plastered all over the internet. As a PA, she was now ostracized. Her disgusted boss had spread the word amongst his colleagues. She would never be able to get a job in her field now.
She was behind in the rent and, if her guess was accurate, the wad of envelopes clutched in her hand were bills she had no way of paying.
Finally, her fingers wrapped around the single key and she withdrew it, inserted it into the door and let herself in. She flipped the switch on the wall – nothing. Her power had been disconnected.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she shouted while moving to the tiny kitchen table. Apart from her bed, it was the only remaining furniture she had.
She couldn’t really blame the power company. The cheque she had written for the deposit had bounced and they had been asking her to pay it since she had moved in four weeks ago.
After slamming the shopping bag and her handbag on the table, she dropped into a chair. The envelopes on the table now appeared to taunt her.
Jennifer lowered her head into her hands and indulged in self-pity by crying. How much lower would she be forced to sink? Not low enough to be forced back to the club. She would rather live on the streets and starve.
She blotted out the pain of her hellish lifestyle by closing her eyes and letting her mind drift to happier times when life was beautiful – with her mum and dad.
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