Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Sweet Justice by Ken Malovos


SWEET JUSTICE by Ken Malovos, Legal Thriller, 461 pp., $12.95 (paperback) $3.99 (Kindle)

Title: SWEET JUSTICE

Author: Ken Malovos

Publisher: Independent

Pages: 461

Genre: Legal Mystery


Judge Robert Tilson is a retired judge now working exclusively as a
private mediator and arbitrator. One night he is murdered. The police
focus on criminal defendants who appeared before him and past clients.
They also are interested in litigants who have appeared before him when
he was serving as an arbitrator. But progress is slow and the judge’s
daughter, Kathy Lamb, decides to investigate on her own. She makes
friends with David Powell, who is quite upset with Judge Tilson for an
intended arbitration award that favors his siblings in the division of
their parents’ estate. David is acquitted through the efforts of Mike
Zorich, trial lawyer. But Kathy finds out that her father had been
carrying on an affair with his court clerk for many years and she
suspects the clerk’s husband is the one who killed Judge Tilson. She is
right.



Meanwhile, Judge Jim Hansen is still dealing with the ordeal of being
accused, arrested and charged with murder in the first degree of Alicia
Obregon, a woman who had been blackmailing him over an incident in
Amboise, France, 30 years ago, when he was accused of raping a fellow
student. The jury could not make up their mind and eventually the
prosecution decides not to retry him but to dismiss the charges. The
other judges in the courthouse shun him. He seeks help with a counselor.
He has not been truthful at his trial or with his wife. Further, he
threw a case before he became a judge, when he was a deputy district
attorney because of the fear of blackmail from Alicia Obregon. Anthony
Obregon, Alicia’s husband is then tried for her murder but he is
acquitted. It turns out that the husband of the woman who made the
charge of rape against Judge Hansen 30 years ago is responsible for
Alicia’s murder.



Mike Zorich is in the center of the effort to find the real
killers,who are eventually arrested, tried and convicted. Anthony
Obregon is the connection between the two cases as he was accused of
killing his own wife and he was asked to kill Judge Tilson, but refused
to do so. His information and the efforts of Kathy Lamb and Mike Zorich
lead to the righteous killers.

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        CHAPTER 1


                                                       October, 2014
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” she said, as she crossed herself.
She hadn’t been to church in ages, but some things you never forget, like the
nuns’ teachings and the look of violent death. The door swung inward to the
office, the same office she had cleaned five nights a week for the past four
years. As soon as she turned the lights on, she saw the man on the floor, lying
face down. His face was turned sideways and it rested on a glistening dark
stain on the carpet. It was the judge. His arms were splayed over his head.
Isabel put her hand to her mouth and looked around. Her heart was beating very
fast. Who could have done this? Is the killer still here?
It was quiet. She listened very intently but didn’t hear a
thing. Was she having a heart attack? She sat down on a chair and tried not to
look at the body but she couldn’t help herself. It was the judge. She was
certain. Then she knelt and felt for a pulse on his neck. Maybe she felt
something, she wasn’t sure. Such a nice man. She made a sign of the cross and
said a prayer.
It was a Tuesday evening in early October and Isabel Romero
was working her usual shift on the second floor of the two-story office
building on University Avenue
in Sacramento. Most of the offices
were law or accounting firms, although there was the occasional advertising or
consulting firm, plus a couple of psychologists. They were all the same as far
as she was concerned. There were waste baskets to empty, carpets to be vacuumed
and desktops to be dusted.
Isabel was about mid-forties, a bit on the heavy side,
married with two children. She wore khaki slacks and a blue uniform shirt with
the name “C&M Janitorial” on the upper left front. Her black hair was held
together with a silver clip on each side. She had pushed her cart filled with
cleaning supplies and inserted her key into the lock. The sign on the wall
outside of the door read “Judge Robert L. Tilson (ret.), Arbitrator and
Mediator.” She had seen him often when he worked late. Nice man. She always
called him “Judge.” He would always smile and ask how she was doing. He worked
in an office in the rear of the suite.
After a minute or two, she stood up and left the office. She
walked down the corridor looking up and down for her fellow night janitors.
Could the killer still be here? She was very quiet as she walked. But she
didn’t see any of her co-workers. Where were they?
“Help, help,” she yelled. “Delores. Johnny. Help.”
Nobody responded. It was very quiet. Then she heard the door
to the women’s restroom open behind her. Isabel turned in that direction and
saw Delores, who was taller than Isabel and a bit younger.
“There is a man in the office,” Isabel said. “It’s the
judge. I think he’s dead. Come with me. Quick.”
Delores walked quickly in her direction. Johnny heard them
as he left his assigned office on the other end of the floor. He yelled at them
from a good thirty yards away.
“What’s up? What’s happening?”
“I don’t know. But I think the judge is dead,” Isabel said.
Johnny was not a big man but he was fast. Thin, with dark
hair, and twenty-eight years of age, he ran down the hall. He wore the same
blue uniform shirt and jeans. Isabel and Delores were ahead of him. They
converged on the office and Isabel slowly opened the door. She held her hand to
her head, mumbling something indistinct. Johnny walked around the body, looking
for signs of life. He got down on his knees and put his ear close to the man’s
mouth, careful not to touch the liquid on the carpet. Then he put his fingers
on the man’s neck.
“I think he’s dead, I’m not feeling anything.”
The man on the floor was an older man, with rumpled white
hair, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt with a tie, sleeves rolled up and
no jacket. The adjoining conference rooms and office were dark. His feet were
closer to the door and his head was next to a chair on the other end of the
reception area.
“It’s the judge,” Isabel said. “I’ve talked to him before.
This is his office.”
Delores stepped into the suite. She had been looking down
the hallway to see if anyone else was present. She saw nothing. Then she looked
back at Johnny and the grisly scene.
“Shouldn’t we give him CPR, or something?”
“It won’t make any difference,” Johnny said. “He’s dead. No
question about it. See, no pulse.”
He held his fingers to the man’s neck again. Delores and
Isabel did not move.
“My heart is racing,” Isabel said. “Maybe I’m having a heart
attack. I’m not feeling good.”
“Sit down,” Johnny said. “Take some deep breaths.”
“I’ll call the police,” Delores said.
“Yes,” Isabel said. “Call the police.” She was shaking.
Delores looked around the office for a phone.
“I don’t think we should touch anything here,” Johnny said.
”The police may look for fingerprints or evidence or something.”
Delores went to the next office down the hall, unlocked the
door and dialed 911. She explained who she was and what she had seen.
“Are you in any danger, ma’am?”
“I don’t think so. I don’t know. We just got to the office.”
“Okay, stay put. Don’t go anywhere. If you can lock yourself
in a room, that would be best. What is your address?”
Delores gave the address and the suite number where the body
was found.
“The police are on their way, ma’am. Meanwhile, don’t touch
anything and just sit tight. The police will find you. Whoever did this might
still be in the building.”
“Yes, we will just stay here.”
Delores hung up and walked back to the judge’s office. She
could feel the wetness under her arms. She closed and locked the door behind
her and put her hands to her hair.
“They said the police are on the way. We should just stay
here.”
Isabel was sitting on a chair and crying softly. She
clutched a couple of tissues and dabbed her eyes.
“Are you feeling better, Isabel?”
“I can’t believe it’s him,” Isabel said. “He was such a nice
man. I would always tell him that I would just take a few minutes but he would
tell me to take my time. One time he gave me a box of See’s Candies and told me
to share them with you. Remember that?”
“I do,” Delores said. “They were nuts and chews.”
“That must have been before I started here,” Johnny said.
Delores stood next to Isabel and put her arm around Isabel’s
shoulders as she looked around the suite, which consisted of a large office
with a desk and three conference rooms, one larger than the other two. The body
was lying in the nicely-decorated reception area which contained four chairs
and a desk. Color photographs of several people hung on the walls as well as
various certificates. The same man was in all of the photographs, probably the
judge, she thought. He was always smiling and holding some award. A large
certificate said “Judge of the Year,” and another said “Twenty Years of
Judicial Service.” A statue of a blindfolded woman dressed in a long flowing
robe and holding the scales of justice rested comfortably on a brown table. The
sign on the bottom said “Lady Justice.” There was a small lamp on another table
which also had magazines on it. Delores was careful not to disturb anything.
Johnny sat down in a nearby chair, just staring at the man.
“I can’t believe this,” Delores said. “I’ve never seen a
dead body before.”
“Me neither,” Johnny said.
Isabel didn’t say a thing. She was staring at the wall and
was still crying as she sat in another chair.
“I think you are going to be okay, Isabel,” Delores said.
“You probably had a panic attack. You look a lot better now then you did a few
minutes ago. I can see you are getting your color back.”
“You do look better,” Johnny said. “Is your heart still
racing?”
“It’s not as bad,” Isabel said. “I’m feeling a little bit
better.”
It took the police about fifteen minutes to get there. It
felt longer to the three janitors. They mostly spent the time in silence, but
Delores and Johnny each ventured out, taking turns looking down the hallway
from the doorway of the office. Johnny spotted them first. The officers came
down the hallway with guns drawn. He waived.
“Here, here,” he yelled. “Down here.”
The officers entered the suite and looked around. One of
them put his gun in his holster and checked the body, looking for a pulse. In a
few seconds he looked at his partner and shook his head. He got up from the
floor and went into each room of the office. The other one asked the three to
come into the corridor with him.
“You didn’t see or hear anyone, anything out of the
ordinary?”
“No, sir,” Delores said. The others shook their heads.
“Do you know this man?”
“Yes,” Isabel said. “He’s the judge. This is his office.”
She nodded in the direction of the sign with Judge Tilson’s
name on the wall next to the door.
“Can you open up these other offices?”
“Sure, we have a master key that works on all of the
offices,” Johnny said.
“Good, go into that office over there, lock the door and
wait for us to come back. We are going to search the building for suspects. Is
there anyone else in any of these offices that you know of?”
“No,” Johnny said. “All my offices were empty.”
Delores and Isabel shook their heads.
“Okay, so, we shouldn’t expect to find anyone?”
“Right,” Johnny said. “But we haven’t cleaned all of the
rooms yet, so there still could be someone in one of the offices, working
late.”
“Okay, thanks. Now just stay put.”
This particular building was one of about six or seven in
the business part of University Avenue.
They were all two-story wooden structures and were separated by parking lots,
green grass and the occasional water pond. The other part of the tree-line
street hugged the American River
and mostly contained apartment houses for the students who attended California
State University
at Sacramento, usually referred to
as “Sac State.”
They didn’t wait long. “All clear,” one of the officers
shouted.
“All clear on this end too.”
One of the officers knocked on the door to the office, where
the three janitors had stayed, and escorted them to the first floor. They sat
down and huddled together on the lone couch in the tiled lobby. The other
officer said they did not find any suspects or any weapons. He walked toward
the three who were looking up at the officers.
“You sure that none of you have seen anything out of the
ordinary tonight? Anyone acting unusual?”
“Not me,” Johnny said. The others shook their heads.
“Let me ask you this. Did you touch anything inside the
suite? We are going to dust for fingerprints and we just need to know.”
“We were pretty careful,” Delores said. “Isabel opened the
door to go in and clean and she yelled for us. Johnny checked his body. I
called you from another office. We were pretty much in the same place when you
got there. We did sit in the chairs.”
“Yeah, I sat in a chair,” Johnny said. “But I didn’t touch
anything else.”
Each of them gave their separate statements, but there
really wasn’t much to say. By then another patrol car had arrived with two more
officers. It wasn’t long before the newspaper and television reporters and a
free-lance photographer arrived. More officers pulled their marked vehicles
with flashing red lights into the area directly in front of the building and
next to a large parking lot. The scene was cordoned off.
The janitorial service supervisor arrived and he spoke to a
couple of other janitors from a nearby building before he approached the
building that was illuminated by all of the flashing police lights. He was
about fifty, with dark hair and a mustache and black-framed glasses. He was
wearing an untucked shirt with the janitorial service name and a blue
windbreaker.
He walked directly towards the two officers who were
standing nearby. He introduced himself and gave each of them his card. “You may
want to talk to the janitors from the other building as well. They are standing
over by those cars.” He nodded in their direction. “They said they saw someone
outside getting into a pickup and leaving. They were out taking a break.”
One of the officers immediately headed in the direction of
the three janitors from the other building. The three were standing in front of
the main door. One was smoking and the other two were staring at the officers.
They all wore the same uniform shirts.
The supervisor then spoke to the three janitors who were now
sitting on the short brick wall along the entrance way outside of the building.
There was a slight chill in the air.
“I know this is very disturbing to each of you,” the
supervisor said. “Please cooperate completely with law enforcement. Answer all
of their questions.”
“Right,” Isabel said. “We already gave our statements.”
“When you are through with the officers, you can go home. I
will put away all of your cleaning stuff and will be in touch with you for tomorrow.
And, thank you for your efforts tonight. You were all exemplary and I
appreciate it.  I know this was not easy
for you.”

After a short while, the officers told Isabel, Delores and
Johnny that they were free to go home.

                                                            ***
That evening at about nine-fifty, Kathy Lamb was watching
the end of the latest edition of “CSI” when a banner on the bottom of her
screen flashed the breaking news in red, “Local Judge Killed. Stay Tuned For
News At Ten.” She perked up at the word “judge” because her father was a judge,
or a retired judge, to be more accurate. So, instead of turning off the
television at ten, she stayed tuned. But first she grabbed a glass of water
from the kitchen in her one-bedroom apartment in mid-town. Then she curled up
on the sofa and waited for the news to begin. An older man and a younger woman
soon appeared on her television screen. The male broadcaster spoke first.
“We have breaking news this hour. We have just learned that
a local judge was murdered in his office on University
Avenue this evening. The police have not yet
released his name, pending notification of next of kin. We have very few
details, but what we do know is that the janitorial staff that serves the
office building of the deceased discovered his body during their regular
cleaning rounds this evening. We will pass on more information as soon as we
are informed. In other news…”
Kathy looked at the television, stunned. Her father had an
office on University Avenue.
It was a popular street for a lot of lawyers and her dad had obtained an office
there eight years ago when he retired from the Superior Court after twenty
years. It was late and she didn’t know whether to call her parents and confirm
that her father was alive and well. The call itself could scare them as they often
went to bed earlier than ten. But then she thought she wouldn’t be getting any
sleep herself out of worry. She sipped her water and after five or ten minutes
of indecision, she decided to call.
“Hello dear.”
Her mother answered. Kathy knew her mother had caller
identification. 
“Hi Mom, just checking in. Is Dad home?”
“No, I’ve been waiting for him. But that’s not unusual. He
called around six-thirty to say he was going to be late, said he wanted to work
on an arbitration award that is due tomorrow.”
“Oh. When you talked to him, he was at his office, right?”
“Right.”
“Mom, I don’t know but I just saw something on television.
It’s about a man who was hurt in his office tonight on University
Avenue. I am wondering if it could be Dad.”
“Why would you say that, dear? There are lots of people on University
Avenue. Besides I’m sure he just got caught up in
his case and forgot to call. He does forget things, every now and then.”
“Okay. Let me check it out and I will call you back.”
“Just a minute, Kathy. Someone just rang my doorbell. Hang
on. I will look through the window to see who it is at this hour.”
Kathy could tell that her mother put the phone down. She
didn’t hear a thing. A few seconds passed.
“Oh, Kathy. There is a man and a woman at the front door.
The woman is in a uniform. I don’t like the looks of this.”
“Okay, Mom, don’t hang up. Take the phone with you and go to
the front door and ask who it is. Can you do that? I will be on the other end
the whole time.”
“Yes, I can do that.”
“And I am going to call 911 on my other phone and alert them
that there is someone outside of your home.”
Antoinette Tilson walked to the front door with the phone in
her hand. She put on the front porch light and looked through the eyehole. She
was dressed in her nightgown and a pink robe.
“Who is it?”
“Ma’am, I am from the Sacramento Police Department on
official business,” the female officer said. “We have something we need to
discuss with you. We are very sorry for the late hour, but this cannot wait.
Here is my badge. There are two of us here.”
Antoinette could see a badge of sorts through the eyehole of
her door. The man, standing behind her, was dressed in a dark suit, white shirt
and tie. The woman was wearing the familiar-looking blue uniform of the
Sacramento Police Department.
“Ma’am, we don’t mean to alarm you but we do have to discuss
this matter with you,” the officer said again.
“Just a minute.”
Antoinette turned away from the door and spoke into her
phone.
“I don’t like this, Kathy. Maybe it’s about your father.
They look like they are here on official business.”
“I am still on the line with the operator on the 911 call
and they are checking on things. But if they have identification, it’s probably
okay to open the door.”
She turned back to the still-closed front door. 
“All right. I will tell you that I have my daughter on the
phone and she is on the phone with the police right now.”
“That’s fine, ma’am. We understand.”
Antoinette opened the front door of her house just an inch
or two. The two individuals were standing back from the door and just waited
for her. She opened the door a little more and looked out. The two did not
move. They had serious expressions on their faces. She could see the
familiar-looking black and white patrol car with a blue shield parked on the
street directly behind them.
“We are very sorry to be bothering you, ma’am, at this late
hour,” the officer said. “We understand your concern. But we do need to talk
with you.”
“Okay. You may come in.”
She opened the door fully and the two entered, slowly.
“Ma’am, you are Mrs. Robert Tilson, is that correct?”
“Yes, that is right. How did you know that?”
“Ma’am, it would be best if we could sit down for a moment,”
the officer said. “Would that be okay?”
“Oh no. It’s Bob, isn’t it? Is he okay?”
Antoinette pulled the robe closer to her body and her eyes
misted. The man in the dark suit sat down first on the sofa and the female
officer sat next to him. Antoinette kept the phone in her hand and walked over
to a chair but remained standing.
“Kathy, can you hear me.”
“Yes, Mom, I can hear you.”
“Ma’am, I am Deputy Coroner Jack Livingston,” the man said.
“This is Officer Fran Stevens. I’m afraid we have some bad news. It’s about
your husband.”
He paused for a moment and continued to look at Mrs. Tilson.
“I think it would be best if you sat down.” She did.
“Ma’am, your husband has died. I am so sorry to be telling
you this.”
“Dead?”
“Yes ma’am. Actually he was killed.”
“Killed?”
“Yes ma’am. He was killed this evening in his office.”
“Oh no. That can’t be. That just can’t be. I spoke to him
earlier this evening. He was at his office and was going to work late.”
Antoinette leaned her head on the side of the chair and
wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her robe.
“Yes ma’am. I afraid that is the fact. He was found in his
office. We verified that it was Judge Tilson by the identification in his
wallet that we found on him, as well as the other identifying evidence in his
office. In addition, one of the officers who was at the scene, made a positive
identification. I think he knew your husband from some prior cases.”
Antoinette buried her head in the robe, her elbows on her
thighs. Her crying starting slowly and then she was gasping for air. The female
police officer came over to her and put her arm around Antoinette’s shoulder.
“We’ve been married for so long. I just can’t believe this.
He was a good man. Do you know that?”
She wasn’t speaking to anybody in particular but was crying
loudly while she spoke. Finally, all three could hear a woman’s voice on the other
end of the phone. It was yelling.
“Mom, can you hear me? Are they saying Dad has been killed?”
Antoinette reached for the phone which had fallen on the
floor. She put it to her ear.
“Yes dear, they say your father is dead.”
“No. No.”
The deputy coroner spoke up.
“Ma’am, it might be helpful if we spoke with your daughter.”
Antoinette gave the phone to him.
“Ma’am, this is Deputy Coroner Jack Livingston, from the
Sacramento County Coroner’s Office. I am here with your mother and with Officer
Fran Stevens, from the Sacramento Police Department. I am very sorry to be
telling you this, but we have just informed your mother that her husband was
killed this evening. I am very sorry, ma’am, for you and your mother. But, if
it is possible for you to come and be with your mother right now, that would be
very good. I have no idea where you live, but it would be helpful for you to
come right away.”
“My father was killed? He’s the one on television?”
“Yes ma’am. I am so sorry.”
“I don’t live that far away. I will come over right now. Can
you stay there for a few minutes until I get there?”
“Yes, we will do that.”
“Good. Could you please put my mother back on the phone?”
“Yes, certainly,” the deputy coroner said. Kathy could hear
some light rustling noise.
“Dear?”
“Mom, I am coming right over. Just stay with the officers.
It shouldn’t take me more than ten minutes.”
Antoinette didn’t say a word, as she dropped the phone into
her lap.
“Maybe, I could get you a glass of water, ma’am?”
Antoinette didn’t respond. She just sat in her chair, her
head to one side, and cried. Her robe absorbed her tears.
The deputy coroner looked around and went off in search of
the kitchen and a glass of water. He returned in a couple of minutes and handed
the glass to Antoinette. She waived him away.







Ken Malovos has been practicing law in Sacramento for over forty
years. He spent twelve years with the Public Defender’s Office and
twenty-five years as a business litigator. He now serves full-time as a
mediator and arbitrator. He has written three previous Mike Zorich
novels and has been recognized by Chanticleer Book Reviews as a First
Prize Category Winner in the legal genre of the Mystery and Mayhem
competition and as a finalist in the Thriller and Suspense competition.



You can visit Ken’s website at https://kenmalovos.com/.










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The General's Daughter Series by Breanna Hayse


The
Siren
General's
Daughter Book 1
by
Breanna Hayse


Genre:
Contemporary Romance

Lt.
Samantha Quimby, USMC is a beautiful, brilliant and very unique young
woman. Not only does she have the privilege of being the youngest
known Special Ops officer in the Corps, but an unfortunate accident
during a dive in the Marinas Trench leaves her permanently
amphibious! Her new found ocean freedom, combined with her unique
ability with ocean mammals and an overtly defiant and somewhat
reckless nature, wreaks havoc on her very loving, but very strict
family. Her father and uncle, both USMC Generals., and her older
brother, Michael, are in constant pursuit of trying to keep her safe
from herself and her own curiosity and often thoughtless actions. In
desperation, the three resort to old-fashioned military
discipline.



Sam
is appalled, but it does not take long for her to discover that love
can be expressed in a firm and consistent manner upon her little
bottom. Love, laughter, duty, and obedience frames the young woman's
life and, despite a constant sore backside, she couldn’t be
happier.

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General's
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The
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coastline clear up to Alaska where she defies nature itself. This
time, her entire family decides to bring things "Up A Notch"
to try to get her to understand that she is not only loved and cared
for, but that she is her own worst enemy.


This
sequel to The Siren, Generals' Daughter Book 1, finds Sam in more
precarious situations than even she can imagine as she comes of age
and discovers her own power as a beautiful and intelligent young
woman.

Her
father, uncle and brother.... along with some outside help... plan on
getting their points across to her in one way or another. Of course,
Sammi's stubbornness can only be broken through in one embarrassing
way... old fashioned discipline.

Does
this stop her from pulling endless pranks on her brother, or risking
her own safety in the 'name of science?' But she certainly has fun
trying... UNTIL she’s busted!










Caught
in a Net
General's
Daughter Book 3

Sam’s
at it again! USMC lieutenant, Samantha Quimby, is beautiful,
brilliant and ‘an independent thinker’ whose biggest delight is
challenging the strict rules and regulations set by her commanding
general father and uncle. Even more enjoyable is when she can slip
past her big brother Michael’s watchful eye and follow her own
path. As intelligent as she is, Sam’s need to pursue her own
interests without considering the consequences subjects her
frustrated family to trying every avenue of discipline they can think
of. They conclude that nothing grabs the girl’s attention like
attending to some old fashioned military discipline and an awful lot
of love. But keeping her attention is another issue….



Her
unique abilities and physical alterations after a life-threatening
accident have also led her to ‘translate’ the cetacean code,
which the image of being ‘caught in a net’ simply means…
Trouble! After she and Michael complete a particularly dangerous
Special Ops mission, Sam faces the most difficult challenge
yet.
Love.
Lt.
Richard Lewis, a handsome engineer who seems to display the best
characteristics of the men in her beloved family… And the worse! It
doesn’t take long for Sam to discover that the serious minded young
man is determined to keep her safe, and that he won’t hesitate to
impart his firm beliefs directly to her rebellious bare
bottom!

Instead
of coming to her rescue, he family approves highly of the new
addition to the crew and the methods he uses to ensure good behavior
from their naughty, little Siren. As if it’s not tough enough for
Sam, even her best friend and constant ocean companion, the killer
whale- Ton- is now requesting that Richard joins the family in
'biting her tail flukes!'

Poor
Sammi just can't get a break... not even when she discovers her power
as a beautiful, young woman and how to use it to get her way with
Richard. Little does she know, but her new boyfriend is both willing,
and able, to turn the tide and catch his lovely little mermaid in a
net of his own design.









Convergence
General's
Daughter Book 4

Poor
Sam! Not only does the brilliant, young lieutenant constantly find
trouble every time she turns the corner, but now she faces a dilemma
that leaves her in a quandary.

She’s
face to face with a hot, dominant man who wants nothing more than to
teach her what it feels like to be a woman, but he insists on
honoring her family’s request to wait! 

When
Sam discovers she can ‘converge’ with Richard much in the way she
integrates with the cetaceans- and that she can insert a few
‘suggestions’ into the young man’s mind- she can’t help but
experiment.
The
result? Just say there aren’t enough cold showers in the world to
stop the affects associated with her new-found power, nor are there
pillows soft enough to make sitting more comfortable for Sam each
time she’s busted!
Meanwhile,
Michael’s romance with Teagan is quickly blossoming. He thinks she
might even be the one- particularly when she admits to desiring a D&S
relationship. Despite Sam’s warnings that fantasy is always better
than reality, Teagan begins to test her boundaries with her strong
alpha male boyfriend, and finds herself in a position that is NOT
what she expected.









Under
Cover
General's
Daughter Book 5

What's
Sam up to this time?

For
once, believe it or not, the trouble she's getting into isn't her
fault!


After
losing her temper and physically flattening a jerk on base for sexual
misconduct, USMC Lt. Samantha Quimby is approached by the lovely Col.
Joyce Howe under the pretense of an SJA inquiry. Instead of
punishment, Sam’s ordered on a secret assignment to investigate a
dangerous situation in a local high school where several military
dependents attend. No problem, right? WRONG.
Except
for her father and uncle, everyone believes she’s placed on
administrative leave and is allegedly sent 'back to school' to learn
how to socialize with people closer to her age. It wouldn't be so bad
if her folks were home to fish her out of trouble, but they're called
cross-country to a mandatory meeting. That means her brother,
Michael, and her boyfriend, Richard, are left in charge.
Behaving
like a high schooler is not in her blood- nor can she keep her mouth
shut in class. From rolling her eyes in Calculus to reading Tolstoy
in Russian, the girl keeps paving her way for more trouble when the
frustrated principal calls Michael to pick her up. Now, the boys can
deal with Sam’s saucy attitude, but they can't overlook her
sneaking out of the house, stealing her uncle's Hummer, or lying to
them. Yep, she’s busted- but she’s under orders NOT to tell
anyone about her mission!
If
all this isn't enough to contend with, Sam's relationship with
Richard has reached the place where neither of them can’t deny
their need for one another. Promise, or no promise, Richard’s
determined to make Sam his- and she's not about to stop him!











BDSM/AP
lifestyler Breanna Hayse strives to give her readers truth and
reality of the BDSM/Age-Play/Total Power and Erotic Exchange
lifestyle.

Who
am I?

I'm
a native Californian gone 'wild', and had the opportunity to travel
the globe and discover the world through the eyes of both a Marine
Intelligence specialist and a BDSM lifestyler. I left the service to
go into hospice nursing and grief counseling, eventually working as a
marriage and family therapist for those involved in alternative
lifestyle development. This experience has allowed me to gain unique
inspiration for my books and offer realistic plots and relatable
characters.

In
2004, my husband, John, and I joined forces to work with both
submissives and dominants- teaching, training, listening and loving.
Our goal was to take the mystery and fear out of the lifestyle and
mentor people in safe, consensual and healthy relationships. 

My
first book, The Game Plan, was published in 2012 and opened the door
to the now-booming world of Age-Play literature. Since that time,
I've devoted my 'spare' time to writing, researching, community
involvement, and private and group pro bono counseling in deviant
behavior, alternative lifestyle, and addiction recovery.

I
was formally 'dungeon trained' as a Domme before discovering my
submissive side when I joined the service. My scenarios are pulled
primarily from either personal experience or observation, including
spending time in BDSM clubs as the safety/medical officer. My
multi-faceted background allows me to glean from many avenues and
give a unique and intelligent literary experience through elements of
fantasy and fiction. I also discuss the questions and psychology of
the lifestyle in a manner that is fun and informative, and based on
'the real deal.'

I
live with my husband, musician, and fellow-author, John Hayse, and
two border collies in southern California. We practice a 24/7 D&S
relationship with speckles of AP (and many trips to Build-A-Bear),
and happily spend every moment together that we can. My hobbies
include my puppies, hiding my vanilla salt-water taffy where John
can't find it, exotic art, collecting inspirational trinkets, and
developing my own paddle line. You can also see me as a featured
author/instructor in professional conference settings and as a
Sexpert for kinkyliterature.com.










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Godeena by Stjepan Varesevac-Cobets


Godeena
by
Stjepan Varesevac-Cobets

Genre:
SciFi Adventure

Major
Henry Broncon miraculously survives a battle with Ansker soldiers on
the planet Morad. He is found under a pile of corpses, the only
survivor; his best friend and the whole of his brigade remain in the
field of death. Broncon is fully acquitted, receives a medal for
bravery and is promoted to the rank of Brigadier, but he cannot
forgive himself and he feels responsible for falling into the Ansker
trap.


Shortly
after, the Anskers are beaten and the war ends. The winning
terrestrial colonies receive ownership of a system called Naude,
comprised of various planets including Godeena. On the surface of
Godeena, there is a huge, completely preserved but uninhabited city
that scientists have named the Absolute. Analysis of the city reveals
no signs of life. A team of scientists is sent to investigate what
has happened to the people and animals of Absolute. A few days later
the team is attacked and contact with the scientists is lost. The
General Staff sends two teams of Special Forces to find out what has
happened to the expedition but they also disappear, leaving no
trace.

The
Commander of the General Staff, General Hensell, is personally
involved with the mystery. He requests Brigadier Henry Broncon to
gather a unit, composed of the worst inmates from the inescapable
prison, Hades, to investigate what is happening on Godeena. Henry
accepts this task and collects 17 prisoners, each with unique skills.
Among them is Maria, who possesses enormous psychic powers and has a
wicked second personality called Kir.

The
unusual team of criminals, led by Broncon, travels to Godeena to
discover what terrors await them there.











Stjepan
Varesevac-Cobets was born on 12 September 1965 in Split, Croatia. He
lives and works in Kastel Sucurac, where he finished his elementary
and secondary schooling.


At
a very young age, he started reading and loved it because, through
books, he traveled to places he could never visit in person. As a
child, he loved fairy tales and adventure but later discovered other
genres. When he found a Jules Verne book in the library, he became
fascinated by science fiction. He has been writing poetry for fifteen
years and has started writing science fiction. Lately, he has also
written children's fairy tales and fables.

He
has published, in Croatia, "An Opened Heart" in 2002, "The
Sleepy Way" in 2005, and "Love" in 2006. On Amazon he
has published the poetry collections "The Child of Happiness"
in 2015, science fiction novel "Godeena" in 2015, the
science fiction short story "Butterfly" in 2016, the poetry
collection "When the moon takes over the dream: Love Poetry"
in 2016, and in 2017 the poetry collection "The Flaming Horses:
Collection of poetry". He also translated his new Sci-Fi novel
"The Dream of the Forest".






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Twisted Tales of Mayhem Anthology






Title: Twisted Tales of Mayhem - 

A Motorcycles, Madness and Mayhem 2019

Special Edition Anthology
Authors: Various

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: CT Cover Creations

Photo & Model: Darrin Burks
Release Date: March 18, 2019





About the Anthology

Net proceeds raised by the MMM19 anthology will be donated to the
Patriot Guard Riders.

They're a diverse group of riders from across the nation. They have an
unwavering respect 
for America's heroes including fallen military members, first
responders, and honorably discharged Veterans. Their mission is to
attend funeral services to show respect to the hero, as well as
shield the mourning family from interruptions.

Please join us in supporting this selfless nonprofit organization of
volunteers who do so much for our real life American heroes.




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Contributing Authors

VIKING
Sapphire Knight
When it comes to his club and his woman, he's a savage.
Always has been, always will be.

HATCH
Piper Davenport
When the beloved Sargent at Arms for the Dogs of Fire MC
finds himself falsely incarcerated, his woman must move heaven and earth to
release him, while holding back a pack of ravenous bikers whose bite is worse
than their bark.

ABOUND WEDDING
Ryan Michele
Cooper and Bristyl are tying the knot. With the Ravage MC in
attendance, what could go wrong?

“GUST” LOST VALKYRIES MC
Esther E. Schmidt
Have you ever disassembled a ticking bomb? I have. Steady as
fuck hand, the longest last breath, and the will to live. There’s nothing I
can’t do and I have to admit, with all my brothers claiming an Old Lady, I’ve
been craving to claim one. Circumstances aside, I never in a million years
thought it would be Paisley.

SERVICE AND SACRIFICE
MariaLisa deMora
Amanda lost her husband to war. Alex lost part of himself.
Together, they’ll discover hope and peace can be found in the most unexpected
of places.

ONE WEEK
Colbie Kay
I've never been a man to follow rules, but one night I went
too far, crossing lines that should have never been touched. I'm about to break
the rules again, but this time I'm ready to make her mine. Only one problem
stands in my way, she's getting married in one week.

OUR
NOTORIOUS NIGHT
K E Osborn
Doing deals in a hotel room seemed like the safe option. No
outside eyes, no mess, no damn fuss. What I didn't count on was being
blindsided by a feisty maid who ended up seeing far too much. Now she's a
problem - my problem. But maybe that problem will surprise me in a way I never
saw coming.

DUKE
Jack Davenport
Home from a war my country hated me for, I’m looking for my
place in the world, managing to find myself in jail instead. But when a vision
of perfection walks up the jailhouse steps, I’m lost. Now I just have to
convince her to get lost with me.

VIPER
Lilly Atlas
With his shiny new patch and legacy blood, Viper’s life is
dedicated to one day becoming president of the Devil’s Tribe MC. One look at
the beautiful and terrified Cassandra has him questioning everything his club
stands for. Never had loyalty to his club taken a back seat, but how could he
ignore the pleading in those green eyes?

WRAITH
Kathleen Kelly
The Harbingers of Death MC have wronged me. They don’t know
it yet, but I’m coming for them. They will all pay. For she will be avenged.

SPADE
Harley Stone
When a near-death experience brings a sexy Latino biker into
her life, Jessica will be tempted to throw her cautious nature to the wind.
Will Spade's charm and panty-melting smile be enough to make this good girl go
wild?

WHISKEY RIDER
Vera Quinn
Two people on different paths when their world's collide.
One by chance and the other by plan. No promises made but even the best of
plans can unravel over time.

BIRTHRIGHT
Shelly Morgan
Gemma DelBene is the daughter of the most infamous mafia
Crime Lord and sister to the next in line. But what happens when her mother and
brother are brutally murdered and her family is left without an heir?

DEMETRI
Sandy Alvarez & Crystal Daniels
Demetri- Ruthless ruler of the Volkov empire. If you're not
with me your against me. I give no second chances. Glory Keller- she's feisty,
independent, sexy and I'm going to make her mine. Thirsty for power, someone
crosses the line, threatening to take her and my empire away from me. Now, I'm
out for blood. No use in hiding from the devil himself- I will find you.

THE BIKER’S PROTECTION
Daphne Loveling
When a mysterious biker starts hanging out in the bar where
Samantha works nights, she thinks he's just interested in a one night stand.
What she doesn't know is that she's been placed under Crow's protection... and
he's about to risk his own life to keep her safe.

OUTLAW JUSTICE
Jaime Russell
Justice needs to be served. But whose way; his or hers?

TAKEN TO THE CLEANER
Ginger Ring
You know you're having a bad day when the man hired to keep
an eye on you is one that makes people disappear. Permanently.

HEX
Morgan Jane Mitchell
When Onyx O’Connor’s father dumps her in their old home
town, a tattooed, bad boy takes an interest. Discovering he's not who he seems,
she finds out, neither is she

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
Kailee Reese Samuels
Keep your secrets simple and your lies dirty.

PELIGRO
Angie M Brashears
In a world where love is a ghost story, no one is safe. Not
even familia. Peligro.

LEATHER AND LACE
K.A. Ware
Biker bitch royalty, strippers, a club whore, and a
bachelorette party...what could go wrong?

ROAR
Xavier Neal
What happens when Lion accidentally finds his Lioness?

RECKLESS ANGELS MC
Amy Davies
Reckless Angels MC are my life. I work hard and play hard
and can have any woman I want, but there’s only one woman for me. Why do I push
her away when all I want to do is to pull her close to me and never let go?
It’s time I work hard to get my own angel.

STYX AND STONES
Kristine Allen
I'm the Enforcer for the Demented Sons MC, I don't do beach
hook-ups with a prim-ass school teacher. And I sure as hell don't obsess over
the chick afterward. But that's exactly what I did.

RYDER
Crimson Syn
Hate simmers between the Hellbound Lovers and the Devil's
Syndicate. But when love and jealousy collide, decisions will be made, and
there's no saying who might get burned.

BADGER
Teagan Brooks
When the girl who broke his heart years ago shows up at the
Blackwings MC clubhouse for the president’s daughter’s wedding, Badger, the VP,
is not only shocked, he is pissed. But a few words from his best friend’s wife
leaves him with more questions than answers. And Badger never lets anything go
unanswered.

TORQUE
Linny Lawless
Torque, the owner of Hardcore Cycles is only focused on one
thing, the V-twin engines that come into his shop. There's no time for women or
love, that is until Ronnie, a raven-haired beauty comes into his sights. When
the biker beauty needs help, Torque's primal instincts kick in, and there's no
stopping him when it comes to protecting the woman he loves.





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