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True Revenge (Book 5 True Detective Series) #MFRWhooks

Still grieving the loss of a loved one, True Detective Agency prepares for a joyous event, the birth of Nathalie’s babies.

With Nathalie on bedrest, personnel shortages at the agency and the holidays looming, Matt and Nathalie are doing their best just to get by.

However, when they are photographed at the gravesite and said photographer ends up dead in their parking lot, it will take every ounce of cunning to outwit an enemy bent on revenge.

*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, violence, and strong language. Also may trigger some readers for themes of BDSM, M/M, M?F and use of the 'N' word.

Chapter One

Click-click-click. The shutter did its thing from the camera with the long-range lens. The man with his eye to the viewfinder peered over the Nikon, before moving it back into position.

“Are you sure this is something you want to do?” he asked his companion, a sleek man with dark spiked hair, a trim mustache and goatee. He folded slim, soft hands; black ink adorned the knuckles as he set his hands in his lap.

“We have a score to settle,” he answered in a voice thick with some Eastern European accent. Maybe Russian? “They interfered with what was mine.”

“I don’t see how taking a bunch of photos at a gravesite is going to get us closer to them,” the photographer grumbled.

The photographer, one Cory Grant, studied the three people standing in a snow-covered cemetery. Two men and a very pregnant woman. Even from this distance he could see she was about to pop. Somehow the black parka she wore stretched to accommodate the belly. Her hair and her lower face were covered by a blue and black checked hat and scarf. The only spots of color on her. To her left a man with long dirt brown dreadlocks. He, too, was wearing a hat and scarf, but black to match the long wool dress coat. Even the leather gloves on his hands were black. To the woman’s right, another man his features were hidden by a dark fedora with a jaunty little feather at the crown. His coat was a charcoal gray, and the raised collar hid the bottom of his face. From this angle he couldn’t see the man’s hands, gloved or otherwise.

“Do you know who they are?” Cory glanced over his shoulder.

“They’re a bunch of fucking detectives!” he spat. “They walked into my shop pretending to be something else. He,” the sleek man stabbed a finger at the one with the dreads, “shut down my tattoo parlor. And I still have to pay child support.”

Cory pursed his lips. Having Matt—at least he thought that was the man with the dreads—close down Igor’s, his backseat companion, tattoo parlor wasn’t a huge loss. Igor was a terrible artist unless he was doing his own ink and then he was a veritable Picasso.

“Now how am I supposed to wash my money?” Igor demanded. “SShella was supposed to abort the little bastard. Instead, she has him and I’m supposed to take care of it? That lousy cocksucker Nick was to get rid of the kid. He botches that.

“I still don’t think taking on these detectives is wise. Especially Matt.”

Igor snatched Cory by the scruff of the neck and shoved his face in his. “I do not pay you to think. I pay you to act. They have suffered a loss. They,” he waved a hand to indicate the pregnant woman and Matt, “a baby anytime. They will be too distracted to pay me attention.”

Igor released Cory, allowing the man to fall into the footwell. Cory snatched up the camera, which had fallen, and anxiously checked it over.

He released an aggravated breath. The lens and the camera were fine. He glared at Igor. “I don’t give a fuck who you are. You break my camera and I’ll kick your ass.”

Igor laughed. “Is that what you’re upset about. A fucking camera?”

Cory ignored him and went back to staring at the trio.

“Who died?”

In a small town, in a popular bar, beautiful women disappear. This could just be a coincidence, but private investigators, Carson, Matt and Nathalie don’t believe in them. So they go undercover.

However, when one of the missing women turns up dead, the trio is disturbed to learn the woman bore a striking resemblance to Nathalie; they increase their efforts. When Nathalie disappears from the same bar, Carson and Matt will do anything to find her.

*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, strong language, and descriptions of violence.*

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

Family is everything.

No one knows that better than Carson, Matt and Nathalie. Through trials, and hardships, unwavering love and devotion, they’ve built a solid family unit. But Matt longs for a reunion with his estranged family.

A family in need.

In spite of the pain his sister put him through, Matt agrees to help his sister with a potentially ugly custody battle. Meanwhile Carson struggles to keep both Matt and Nathalie safe from Black Hemlock and anew more potential dangerous foe.

With every family there are secrets and hidden truths and buried lies. And lies, even those of omission, can destroy.

Contains strong language, violence, and explicit descriptions of sex. Contains BDSM elements. Also contains sensitive material which may trigger some readers.

A dead body, two stowaways, and a missing mom is not the vacation Carson and Matt envisioned. Rekindling romance will have to wait while the men track down the mom of their two young stowaways.

Back home, Nathalie is determined to help her father who is being coerced into participating in a bank heist.

Throw in a couple of disgruntled family members, mistaken identity and it’s just an ordinary day at the office. Until one of them dies.

*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, violence and language Some elements of BDSM MMF M/M

Chef’s Taste #MFRWhooks

Jason wants to break his rules, but sabotage is on the horizon.

As a rule, Jason Michaels never dates co-workers or subordinates. Whenever his assistant GG it around, he finds the rule difficult to keep. Not only was she his sous chef before a tragic accident left him blind, but she’s followed him to help in his lucrative food truck business.

Greta “GG” Gaines has loved Jason as long as she’s known him. She knows he lives an alternative lifestyle, but she’s willing to learn in order to be with him. At long last, romance blossoms between them, but her efforts will have to face one more challenge.

As the two pursue the chemistry between them a much larger threat looms. Someone is intent on sabotaging the business. Will their love and devotion be enough to overcome their obstacles? Or will yet another villain prevail?

Prologue

“Oh my gosh! She’s bleeding. She’s bleeding!” Jason Michaels yelled. He pressed his hand to the wound. “Hang in there, GG.”
This was supposed to be a fun double date, not a scene from the movie Purge. Smoke drifted through the space they were in, and he coughed, turning his head into his shoulder.
“The fire is out,” Samson “Stx” Denver announced between coughing spasms.
Jason sighed in relief. One issue down; now they had to get out of the building without getting shot.
More coughing drew his attention to his right. “The doors are blocked from the outside,” August “Sol” River told them. “And the last window we tried is too small for any of us to fit through.”
A boom rattled the air and instinctively Jason ducked, even though he was already on the floor. “What was that?”
“Fireworks?” August ventured.
“Not fireworks,” Stx said. He coughed. “Is GG conscious?”
Jason lightly ran a hand over GG’s face. Her eyes were closed, but she was breathing.
“She’s unconscious. And there’s a bump on her head.”
“I still smell something burning.” August couldn’t quite keep the fear out of her voice.
“We’re okay for now,” Stx told her.
“Who has a phone? At least we can call for help.”

Valentine’s is always a busy time of year for PB and J Bakery.

With love fueling the need for sweet confections, there’s always room for romance. Even the anonymous gifts left for Penelope, by a secret admirer, are a welcome distraction from the chaos of chocolate and spongecake.

Penelope Bishop has an idea who’s sending the gifts, or at least she hopes it’s her sexy mystery man who stole a kiss on New Year’s Eve. The trouble is, she’s never seen him. Her only clues are dancing skills, a great pair of lips, and a sensual voice that haunts her dreams and every waking fantasy. All that pales when her assistant, Avery, inspires those same lustful thoughts.

Avery has loved Penelope from afar, but with her recent breakup, he doubts she’ll view him beyond the current role he has in her life...seeing eye person. He has one chance to woo a woman who defines her world through touch, scent, sound, and taste--think outside the dating box. When an old flame comes courting and makes Penelope an offer she just may accept, Avery has one last opportunity to make her his Valentine...he’ll have to bare all.

When one is blind trust is important, but who can you trust when someone is trying to kill you?

Wealthy, blind and grieving, Amelia Hastings-Bedford would gladly give away her fortune if it would bring back her beloved, Joshua. Knowing her money can’t, she forges into a marriage of convenience with Gareth, family friend and law partner.

Gareth Bedford knows two things; someone is trying to kill Amelia and someone is embezzling company funds. Gareth does all he can to protect Amelia from her enemies., but doing so places him in the crosshairs.

When a family member’s action creates tragic consequences only one thing can save Amelia. Joshua.

Geneva Martin enjoys photography and has earned quite a reputation for her prints. Armed with an ordinary smartphone, Geneva captures the world around her. What’s amazing is she can’t see.

Serefina Gellar has idolized Geneva from afar. When she gets the opportunity to meet Geneva, Serefina realizes she wants to be Geneva and will do anything to achieve that goal.

Geneva doesn’t realize she now has a stalker. However, after taking a random photo, Geneva also becomes a killer’s target.

Stalker. Killer. It’s just a matter of time before one of them gets to her first.

There’s a crazed killer on the loose and part-time pro wrestler/full-time private investigator Swift Time fears this case just might be his last.

Luckily this PI has an advantage in the ring and when it comes to tracking down fugitives: he's got a touch of ESP and he's not afraid to use it. Swift Time has no problem utilizing his unique skill to find a missing person, solve a murder, or bring in the bad guy but when it comes to his affection for successful bar owner Abigal Alexander, his power is useless.

While their love blooms, bodies are stacking up and only Swift Time can put a stop to it. With his wrestling career and new relationship hanging in the balance, can he protect Abigail while tracking down the relentless murderer? Or will he lose everything because he neglected his supernatural ability to see it all coming?

Samson “Stx” Denver had a fabulous life until a careless mistake robs him of his sight. Angry and bitter, the last thing Stx wants is a relationship. No matter how much he shoves away the woman with the siren’s voice, the more she gets in his head and heart.

August “Sol” River knows what it’s like to have one’s world rip apart. She, too, is visually impaired, but she has to put away her personal feelings in order to raise a child that isn’t hers.

The heart wants what the heart wants. Neither can deny the attraction or love, but will their love be enough to overcome their personal challenges?

Blind does not mean helpless.

Friends Penelope and Amelia have faced challenges their entire lives, but they didn't expect being hunted by a maniac hellbent on ridding the world of successful blind people to be one of them.

The way Mr. VIP sees it, he's waited long enough to seek revenge on those who have wronged him. After breaking out of jail, he hopes to join forces with other like-minded criminals to carry out his plan. But can there truly be honor among killers?

When both Penelope and Amelia's sighted husbands are kidnapped, the women know they are going to have to face off against Mr. VIP and his band of villains. But they refuse to be afraid. They are not easy targets and will not go down without a fight.

A whiff of coconut and lime #MFRWhooks

Jason wants to break his rules, but sabotage is on the horizon.

“You sleeping on us, sandbag?” Troy teased.
“Yep, just give me a blanket and pillow,” he panted.
Laughter flowed around the gym. “Good work, everybody,” Sam said.

An hour and twenty-three minutes later, showered and dressed in a pair of black cargo pants and a white chef’s coat, Jason shaped a special blend of ground chuck and venison into patties. He set each one on a parchment-lined sheet pan. Once he was done with this batch, he would add the layer of ground bacon for his bacon burgers. Where most bacon burgers had strips of bacon, Jason decided to grind the savory goodness and shape it into a patty as well; that way, each bite held the crunch and smoky goodness of bacon.
A whiff of coconut and lime tickled his nose, which he inhaled appreciatively. “GG, is that you?” he called out, not missing a beat in his work.
“You know it’s me,” she smirked. “Who else would be stocking this rust box you call a food truck.”
“That’s no way to talk about your workplace,” he chided. “I thought you liked driving our rust box.”
“By default,” she quipped. “The last time I let you drive, you put a dent in the front fender.”
Jason laughed. Indeed, he had put a dent in the fender only because her directions hadn’t been clear. “Well, if that dumpster hadn’t jumped out at me, there wouldn’t have been any damage.”
Something heavy shook the worktable. He peeled off his gloves. “Need a hand?” He covered the pan with plastic wrap.
“Uh, yeah,” she said, a little breathless.