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His True Protectors #MFRWhooks

Book 2 True Detective Series

Coming soon!

Blurb

Revenge is his game, and Black Hemlock is willing to do anything to settle the score.
For years, Black Hemlock has been biding his time, sulking that bragging rights to a long ago cyber heist was snatched from him. Throw in betrayal and a broken heart, and he has the perfect motive for murder.
Once more True Detective Agency is called in to assist in finding the perpetrator, this time using Carson as bait. Fearless and capable, Carson has no problem going head-to-head with a killer with a penchant for poison.
As the trio delves into the lives and deaths of the victims, a buried secret could destroy them all.

 

Erotic Romantic Suspense includes elements of BDSM, explicit language, some violence and explicit descriptions of sex.
MMF, FM, MFM MM

Excerpt

Nathalie blew out a shaky breath. Some of the tension left her body. “Okay. She stared at her hands. “You know, they’re the ones who found me,” she began softly. “I wouldn’t be alive today if not for Carson and Matt.”

Sterling shifted to the chair beside hers.

“I fought as hard as I could, and it still wasn’t enough.” She stared at the vacant leather chair. “There are still things I can’t do. You know how some people can just pig out at a buffet? I can’t do that or I’ll get sick. I don’t think I’ve had a steak or poultry in years.” She managed a self-deprecating smile. “Every now and then I’ll try a small piece of steak, but it stays on my stomach.”

“You are strong and you have overcome many obstacles to be where you are today,” Sterling praised. “You have the love and devotion of not one, but two very eligible men. You know how very proud of you I am.”

A soft smile creased her lips. “Thank you,” she

He stood. “You call me”—he held her gaze—“anytime. Anywhere.”

Nodding, she stood. “I better get back to  work or they really will know something is up.” She strode across the room . Her hand was on the knob before she stopped and looked over her shoulder. “ Have you noticed anything strange with the computers?”

He furrowed his brow. “Strange how?” He settled behind his desk again.

She opened the door. “Random letters and numbers.”

He shook his head. “Can’t say I have.” He glanced at a planner on his desk. “We’re due to upgrade the hardware in a couple of months. Carson updated the servers last week, and I made sure the weekly updates were done last night.”

She nodded. “Thanks, Sterling. Now I need to type up my report, since my computer is on the fritz.” She made sure her voice carried to the other office.

“User error,” came the pithy retort.

Sterling chuckled and she smiled.

“Remember that tonight when we’re at the party,” she warned, walking toward Carson’s open door. She leaned on the jamb. Matt sat on a corner of the desk, while Carson typed away.

“Reboot your terminal,” Carson said without looking up.

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“Santa Claus?” #MFRWhooks

Stealing Christmas

Secrets abound in Benson's Bakery. A crazed Santa wants something valuable hidden inside the building, and only two things stand in his way...Jake and Sara.

When Sara Henderson receives threatening letters just days before Christmas, she asks sexy bread baker Jake Benson for help. Jake is more than happy to provide the muscle to keep the beautiful cake decorator from harm, but he has an ulterior motive--to steal a kiss under the mistletoe. Sara wants that kiss as much as he does, but first they have a mystery to solve.

Will they find out who is stalking Sara, or will Santa succeed in stealing Christmas?

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Santa Claus?” He rubbed his eyes. Be serious.”

 

I am.” She offered the latest note, shuddering as she swept a wary eye over the bold, slashing letters, wet and weeping across the page. He says hell see me tomorrow. Thats Christmas Eve.”

Jake plucked the paper from her fingers. Have you told anyone else?”

Just you.”

Why didnt you say something earlier? I heard a similar report on the news. Maybe you should go to the police.”

She suppressed a groan. A faceless, nameless, dude dressed up like the jolly old elf was leaving sinister messages on her windshield, and the best Jake had to offer was call the police”? Didnt he think shed done that? All she got for her trouble was a complaint number and a thank you. Who could blame the authorities when they had more crime than cops?

She combed trembling fingers through her hair. Shed rather leave the police out of the equation, but maybe if she showed them the letters they would take her seriously this time. Either way she wanted the harassment to stop.

She sighed. Wha-what did you hear on the news?”

Theyre called Santa Muggings.Several individuals have been robbed by Santa, mostly at the mall though. The police cant really help without a better description.”

Did they receive threats, too? Did you read that note, Jake? This guy is very specific.” Apprehension flickered through her stomach, twisting her in knots. She paced the small office. What am I gonna do? Do you know how many Santas are running around this time of year?”

He grinned. Can you imagine how this has hurt sales at the mall?”

She tossed him a frosty glance. Youre making jokes, and Im serious.”

Jake captured her hand. His warm, rough palm calmed her agitated nerves. She met his stare, and surprised delight flickered under his concern. Had he also noticed the tiny jolt arcing between them?

She rested her gaze on his lean, boyish features. His smooth toffee skin held a smattering of day-old stubble and seemed to be the only thing she could think of some days. Well, that and his mouth. She longed to lean across the desk, to taste his full, sexy lips and never stop. She blinked. Now was not the time.

Im here for you, honey.” He drew lazy circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.

She loved the contrast of their skin tones, his a rich caramel and hers a warm chocolate. Butterflies whispered through her veins until Sara had a hard time concentrating on anything but him. I think these notes may have something to do with your grandfathers death.”

Why do you say that?”

With reluctance, she withdrew her hand. Every year Jerry would open twelve of the deposit boxes downstairs. If he found something valuable, he would split the contents with the rest of the staff, as kind of a year-end bonus.”

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Womens Lit #MFRWauthor

 

This week’s prompt is a good one. Is womens lit a sub-genre of romance? 

 

My opinion , for what it’s worth, would-be romance is a sub-genre of women’s lit. When I think o f women’s fiction or chick lit. A novel which is centered around a woman and her life experiences. I think of books like Little Women, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility and others in the classic genre. If you’re thinking more contemporary, Waiting to Exhale, How Stella got her Groove Back, The Secret Life of Bees, Nineteen Minutes I think it’s called The Summer House, about 3 women who had the same  birthday and they meet at the DMV to get their licenses renewed. and a couple of others I could tell you about, but can’t remember or find the title. That’s what I think of when someone says women’s lit. 

 

The focus isn’t on the developing relationship between the heroine and hero, but what the woman  experiences, or wishes she could experience. My take on this could be totally wrong and I’m good with that. 

 

I think writers, over the years, saw a chance with women’s lit to delve deeper into her romantic nature and allow readers and in turn themselves to be seen as not just mothers and wives, but desirable, sexual, competent creatures who can still be wife and mothers. At least that’s my take on the prompt. 

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