As I've said here before, the summer months are usually slow for writing. I take notes, but I rarely sit down at my computer to work on a novel. Now that the days are shorter and the weather is rainy and windy, I have more time and enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of coffee and my cat on my lap. I read what I’ve written so far and find my way back to the scenery.
FBI Agent Nicolas Hayes is confronted with a female serial killer who charms her victims, promotes their careers, and demands their devotion. When they fail her, she leaves them dead and looks for another man to manipulate. She has successfully evaded the FBI’s investigation thus far by changing states, locations, looks, and behavior.
It’ll be fun to write about how the FBI team deals with the case, and maybe even solves it in the end (Yes, I wrote stories in which the killer is not found in the end,)
Writing crime novels was never my goal when I started writing. I was more into science fiction and adventure, but when my muse suggested a loving couple and asked me what his profession might be, we agreed that a career agent in the FBI would be a perfect choice.
Here’s an excerpt from one of my previous novels, Famous Murders (book 2 in the series).
A killer
on the loose, an FBI-agent in love, and a famous actor in danger.
After three murders in the Washington, DC, vicinity, the FBI Agents Hayes and
Beckham are assigned to solve the case. Although the murders seem incoherent at
first, it becomes clear that there are connections between them. It turns out
that the murderer is far from having reached the end of his deadly list.
Aside from the investigation, Agent Hayes has to find a way to get on with his
demanding girlfriend and her challenging love games. Can he do both and not
lose himself?
Excerpt
“What are these?” Nick asked when she picked up a pair of unique handcuffs.
“Hands front.”
“As you say.” He held up his hands to be bound.
“These are handcuffs designed for hanging. They don’t squeeze your wrists, but
spread the pressure on the inner wrists and along your palms.”
“Great. Does all that stuff come with a manual?”
“Step on the stool and reach above you. There’s a protruding beam.”
He looked up. “Don’t say you got that prepared while I was in the shower!”
“It wasn’t that much work, and I found a ladder around here. Or do you think
Richard would pull out stacks from down here to have the rest tumble on him?”
“From what you told me, I wouldn’t take him to be a man to bother with carrying
firewood.”
“Point taken.” Jacklyn made a face. “Now, reach for the beam and put the chain
above it.”
Nicolas stretched to get it done. He tested the beam to carry his weight, and
it held.
“Now, step down from the stool.”
“You want me to hang here? Like some piece of meat?” Nicolas breathed deeply
when she didn’t budge and slowly stepped off the stool to find his toes hardly
touching the sandy ground. “I’ve had more comfortable positions, that’s all.”
“You look ravishing, my lover. All those muscles are showing, and I’m free to
kiss every one of them.”
“Not that I wouldn’t allow it at any other position.”
“That’s not the same.” She put the stool aside to brush her lips along his bare
chest. “And now, let me show you why this is a perfect position.”
“Yeah, that argument will need some convincing elements. I already feel as if
I’ll have arms as long as my legs.”
Jacklyn laughed merrily, and Nick knew he’d done something right. It was one
thing to trust your partner. It was another to find true common joy.
“You’re still standing on your feet.”
“Toes. Only on my toes. What’re you doing?”
“Hmm, I’m thinking about heightening your pleasure by blindfolding you. Oh, I
see, that’s a no-go. I understand.” She dropped what was in her hand and
fetched a bowl with steaming water, two towels, and a razor. “That look on your
face is worth the whole drive up here.”
“If you wanted to shave me, we could’ve stayed in the bathroom, right?”
“Not for this.” Apparently, Jacklyn took unearthly delight in lathering his
chest and armpits to shave him smooth. “You don’t know how wet I am,” she
whispered, smiling seductively. “Imagine me already dripping with expectation.
I’m so hot for you I could touch myself now and come. Would you wanna watch?”
The razor elegantly swung toward his midsection before she put it beside the bowl
to towel-dry his upper body.
Nick swallowed drily. “You would…you’re gonna…strip? Here?”
She opened his jeans and slowly peeled them down to his knees. Without losing
eye contact, she rubbed her chin along the bulge and drew his boxer shorts
toward his knees. Gently, still smiling the smile of impending delight, Jacklyn
closed her lips around his member. He panted and looking down at her he
realized he’d allow her to do anything with him if she caused him such
pleasure.
Nick thought all body heat would immediately jump to his testicles. His
buttocks clenched, but the way he stood left him no room to push forward and
into her mouth. She licked him, stroked him with her teeth and slowly coaxed
him up. Then she withdrew.
“Wow, Jacky, that’s some…vicious treatment!”
“Says the man who brings me to climax every time I sleep with him.” Jacklyn
stroked along his trembling legs before returning to his cock and balls. “I
think this is only fair. You make me a quivering mess, and I’m helpless in your
arms.” She kissed his chest tenderly.
“Before long, my arms will be as stretched as Reed Richards’ in the Fantastic
Four!”
Chuckling like only a woman could, Jacklyn made sure his arousal grew, no
matter the precarious position. Her hands and mouth were on him, gently first,
then harder until he stood erect and expecting. Again, she withdrew.
“Oh, come on, Jacky! Don’t…what the hell are you doing?”
Jacklyn lathered his pubic hair, then swung the razor around his quivering
cock, changing his appearance profoundly.
“But—”
“Nick, only old men and those who never want to have sex have a jungle down
here. All other men on this planet prefer this area neat and…” She cocked her
head for a smile and impish expression. “Much easier to access for the rest of
the toys I brought.”
Nick rolled his eyes heavenward, knowing she would get her way if he didn’t
strongly object. Obviously, he’d missed that moment and now suffered from not
speaking his mind in time. However, the feeling was strangely pleasurable, and
Jacklyn was the most careful barber he could imagine. From the few insinuations
she’d made during their conversations, he expected her to have experience.
When he looked down after Jacklyn was done, he felt alienated from his body.
Since the days of adolescence, there had been pubic hair around his genitals.
As if she understood his feeling of loss, Jacklyn caressed the soft, vulnerable
skin with her lips and tongue and made him forget his regret in ten seconds. He
was still hard, and the more she caressed him, the more he wanted off the hook
and to carry her back to the bedroom, living room, or any other room in the
cabin, just to sink his member into her.
Jacklyn opened her short morning gown, and he looked at her perfect nakedness.
“Like the look?”
He couldn’t help returning her playful smile. “I like everything about you, ma
chérie, and you damn well know it. So…will you let me off the hook now?”
“No dice.” She placed the small stool in front of him, stepped on it, and
touched his body with hers. “Like that feeling?”
Nick had always been a bad liar and denying his arousal when her hard nipples
pressed against his chest was impossible. She caught his penis between their
bodies and moved up and down slowly, one hand around his scrotum.
“Tell me, do you have plans for today?”
Nick’s laugh came out a strangled whisper because his mind couldn’t handle the
sexual temptation and exchange of words at the same time. He was beyond desire
and wanted release badly, but Jacklyn made sure he had no leeway to rub his
body against hers and reach what she denied.
“Tell me. Is there anything on your list? Reading a book, maybe, or running a
mile?” The question was accompanied by another, not so gentle, tug on his
balls.
“Oh, ouch! Other than wanting to fuck you blind? No.” His panting grew louder.
“Jacky, this is…torment.”
“Yeah, but a cockish way of torment, right? So fitting, this barn. I’m getting
down on you dark and dirty until you can’t think of anything than being horny.”
“Got that accomplished, J, no question.”
“Don’t think you’re the only one aroused, G-man. You’re heating me up.” Her
voice sank to a whisper. “All I want is to rub you so long until you scream out
my name when you come.”
“That’s not that far away,” he said between clenched teeth, causing her to
giggle.
“Ah, you can live like that for some time, believe me.”
“Don’t say you’ll let me—” He stopped to listen. “There’s someone out there!”
He had hardly spoken when a portly man rounded the corner to stop with his
thumbs in his uniform pockets, looking concerned. He had a feisty face with a
mustache and small eyes drawn to slits under his wide-brimmed hat.
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