"Agatha checks out a speakeasy in London"
Chapter Three.The 43 Club.London, 1923.It was the dawn of a new era. The time of Flappers, cocktails, frivolity, and the Charleston.In the 1920s, London's toes were tapping to the new sound of jazz. Everybody wanted to dance, nobody wanted to...
"Lust, lies, and murder—a detective caught in a deadly game"
Charles's breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her to him with a steady rhythm. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growled, thrusting deep into her dripping pussy, his cock stretching her pussy tight around...
"A wife and friend found brutally murdered."
Friday NightThe call came in shortly after 10 PM. “Detective, there has been a double murder at 9822 S. Laurel Ave. Officers and the forensic pathologist are already on the scene.”Detective Vera Lovelace arrived at 9822 S. Laurel Ave., situated...
"A well-liked professor has been murdered. Angel has been sent in to solve the case."
Angel Green sighed as she stepped into the living room of Stuart Browning, the local art professor who had been murdered the night before, and discovered when he didn’t show up for work. Her piercing blue eyes made a quick...
"A hardened detective manages his beautiful client"
McMurray double-clutched his Dodge coupe through the narrow curves of the Hollywood Hills. When his hand wasn't on the stick, it was keeping his .38 from sliding off the leather seat. The dead lawyer in Malibu Canyon confirmed what he...
"With help from Mistress and his secretary, Jake struggles to control his appetites and penetrate the world of cryptocurrency"
Jake knew it was a trap. But the bait was so delicious. He always thought redhead pussy tasted best. Maybe it was as much presentation as flavor. On this one, the carpet—or at least the throw rug that she kept—matched...
"Trouble ahead."
It was her yellow-patterned dress drawn up high on her thighs, her infectious smile, and her no-brassiere-here breasts that brought the word HoneyBomb to my mind. An explosion of golden sweetness; her voluptuous figure could never be constrained in a...
"When the nice policeman knocks on your door... You better answer all of those questions truthfully.."
Detective Andrews knocked on the third door of his rounds, flicking his notebook open in preparation for the inevitable elderly man to open the door. The whole street seemed to be old people, and while they all offered nice tea...
"With the trial over and the criminals in prison, what will happen to Missy now?"
"Why don't you take those pajamas off and let me see what I can do make you a little more... um... comfortable?" Missy said, biting her fingernail coquettishly.As I got up out of bed to get undressed, she scooted over...
