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Sex, lies and joysticks #MFRWhooks

For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.


Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can't wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.


Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc's sense of guilt. If that weren't enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can't be found.


She grasped his hand and pressed it to her face. He closed his eyes and savored the smoothness of her cheek on his rough and calloused palm. Too long. That small gesture, so comforting and yet so elusive, set his pulse racing. He had been away extensively, not just chasing down bail jumpers, also attending seminars and trainings. Lincoln still had a few more seminars to attend over the next couple of months, and all he wanted to do was spend the time with her.

His only consolation was that neither of them would be alone, but there was nothing like spending time with his wife.

“I’ve missed our time together,” she said, rubbing her cheek against his hand.

“Me too. Even though I know Matteo is here, I miss being with you.”

Matteo, who was tracking a fugitive, helped alleviate the burden of loneliness when Lincoln was out of town.

“He isn’t you.” Sincerity rang in her words.

“It warms me to hear you say that.” Lincoln released Randa to uncork the bottle of wine and poured two glasses.

“It’s the absolute truth. I like Matteo a lot, but he can’t replace you.”

“You sweet talker.” He handed her a goblet of the pale golden liquid and settled next to her on the sofa.

He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “It’s been way too long since the two of us have just had some time together.”

She sipped her wine and studied him above the rim.

“One of these trips, you should come with me.”

“That sounds wonderful. Are you sure I wouldn’t be a distraction?”

“A welcome distraction.” He leaned forward and touched her lips with his. Just a hint of a kiss, but it was enough to ignite his desire. “I miss you being by my side when I go out of town.” He combed his fingers through her hair before twisting a kinky coil around one digit. “Do you think we can do that again?”

“I don’t see why not. I enjoy traveling with you. Helping you demonstrate self-defense techniques is a thrill.”

He grimaced. “You were always a little too enthusiastic about helping in that area. Almost makes me wish I hadn’t taught you anything.”



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Politics #MFRWauthor

I had to chuckle at this week’s prompt. Can you talk politics with family and friends? Politics seems to be the only topic the last four years. I can talk politics with some of my family and friends, as long as they share the same views. However talking politics with my DIL’s mother is not advisable.


What views I have, many know I’m not a Trump supporter. I don’t like his rhetoric, or his talent for bullying people into what he wants done. He runs or ran his businesses the same way. He has no problem hurting the little guy in order to save as much money as possible. Don’t believe me? He said as much during the debates.  He exploited as many tax loopholes as possible to avoid paying taxes. He would file bankruptcy to avoid paying mom and pop businesses for work they’d done for him. The last was told to me by a young man whose grandparents were put out of business by Mr. Trump’s antics.


Hopefully the next election will provide us with better candidates. People who value the intellect, and diversity of the American people. Candidates who understand that All men were created equal and that one group or class isn’t better than another. Someone who can bring the country together again while driving us forward without rhetoric, or bullying, or just plain ineptitude.

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What else could go wrong? #MFRWhooks

Moses Hawke has loved Sin from the moment he laid eyes on her, but being with her cost him a good friend and valuable partnership.

Sin knows what Moses sacrificed to be with her and she’s willing to keep a few secrets of her own to maintain their peaceful existence.


Some things are not meant to be hidden and when all Sin’s transgressions become known, she’s left to wonder if Moses will still be there to protect her.


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“Ten thousand dollars?” Moses Hawke dragged his fingers through his shoulder length hair. He resisted the urge to hurl his cellphone. This was not the news he wanted to hear from his accountant. “Explain to me how someone walks into the bank and leaves with ten grand. Of my money?”


“Well, I’m working on it.”


“I don’t want you working on it. I want it handled. There’s paperwork involved when you take out or deposit that amount of cash. I want to know who took my money. Those funds were earmarked for Saturday’s Back to the Bricks’ Slamfest. I want it back.”


“All right, Moses. I’ll wake the bank manager if I have to.”


“You’ll wake the bank president, Julius. I do a lot of business with that bank and they manage a great deal of my funds. If they can’t find who did this then tell them there are other financial institutions just begging for my business. Got that?”


Heavy breathing and faint scratching sounded through the line.


“And Julius?”




“You can be replaced.” Moses pressed “End” and tossed his phone on his desk. Just what he needed, more drama. First Virgil decides to attack his tag team’s woman and now this. Speaking of which, he needed to make sure the check was ready when that heel decided to drag his sorry ass in to get his money.


He raked his fingers through his already disheveled hair and huffed. What else could go wrong? Light taps rattled the frosted glass on the office door. About time. He bent over the desk to retrieve the folder containing the check and contract for Virgil.


“C’min,” Moses called.


The knob jangled and the hinges creaked. Perfume, a subtle blend of rose and citrus caressed his senses, tightened his groan and knotted his stomach. Definitely not Virgil. High heels clicked across the threshold, followed by the soft rustle of clothing.


No. This could not be happening to him tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He closed his eyes and willed his body under control, but the sweet scent of her fragrance left him a little dizzy.


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