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The Setup

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*A New Collection

The interrogation room smelled like old coffee and bleach. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, throwing a sickly pale glow over the metal table bolted to the floor. One wall held the big one-way mirror, dark and watchful.

Max Hale sat handcuffed to the chair, legs spread, trying to look bored instead of pissed off. Three hours in this box already and the usual cops had gotten nowhere. He knew the game. Keep your mouth shut, act like you’ve got better places to be, and eve
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  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Underground Network

    Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives. Elena from the parking garage. Harper from the trails. Valentina from the club. Camila from the diner. Leila from that resort cove. All gone. All... changed, according to the few whispers she’d caught. She slipped inside the side door, heart hammering. The place smelled like salt and rust and old machinery. A single bulb swung overhead. “You shouldn’t be here.” The voice came from the shadows. Deep calm 'n very much dangerous. Sofia spun around and there he was —lean muscles under a black shirt, tall

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Chemistry Ignited

    The chemistry building was a ghost town after 10 p.m. Sophie’s sneakers squeaked on the linoleum as she pushed open the heavy lab door. The overhead lights were off, just the glow of a few emergency strips and the green exit signs. Dr. Elena Voss had emailed her at 8:47: *Lab 312. Bring your notes on reaction kinetics. Don’t be late.* Elena stood at the central bench in a white lab coat over a fitted black blouse and pencil skirt, hair twisted up in a messy knot with a pencil stuck through it. Late thirties, sharp cheekbones, full mouth that rarely smiled in lectures. She was the department’s hardest grader and the one everyone whispered about, was brilliant, cold, and off-limits. “Lock the door behind you,” Elena said without turning around. Her voice was crisp and authoritative. “Security sweeps at midnight. We don’t need interruptions.” Sophie clicked the deadbolt. The sound felt loud“Thanks for doing this, Professor Voss. My kinetics scores are tanking and finals are—” “

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Last Stop Roadhouse

    Tess wiped down the scarred oak bar with a rag that had seen better days, the jukebox humming low with some old Johnny Cash song. The Last Stop sat right where the county road met the state highway—half bar, half truck stop, all dust and neon. Neon beer signs buzzed in the windows, and the parking lot was half-full with pickups, big rigs, and a couple of beat-up motorcycles. Friday night meant the usual crowd: locals blowing off steam, truckers passing through, and the occasional drifter looking for trouble or a cold one. She owned the place with her uncle, but he mostly played cards in the back these days. Tess ran it. Short denim cutoffs, black tank top, scuffed boots, and a no-bullshit attitude that kept hands from wandering too far. Until tonight. He walked in around ten, ducking under the low doorframe. Tall, broad, dusty black cowboy hat pulled low. Dark stubble, sharp green eyes, a faded denim shirt stretched across shoulders that looked like they hauled fence posts and

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Timber & Temptation

    Claire slammed the door of the rented Jeep harder than necessary, mud splattering her boots. The logging camp sat deep in the national forest edge—half a dozen bunkhouses, heavy equipment parked in rows like sleeping beasts, and the constant whine of chainsaws echoing through the pines. She was here to negotiate. The company wanted to clear-cut another two hundred acres. Her environmental group wanted them to fuck off. Reid Sawyer was waiting by the main office shack, arms crossed over a chest that strained his faded Carhartt shirt. Foreman. Late thirties. Tall, rangy, with a scruffy jaw and eyes the color of worn denim. Sawdust clung to his sleeves and the brim of his hard hat. “You the tree-hugger lawyer?” he asked, voice low and edged. “Environmental negotiator,” Claire corrected, lifting her chin. “Claire Mercer. We have a meeting.” Reid’s mouth twitched. “Meeting’s in the woods. Come on. I’ll show you what we actually do out here.” He didn’t wait for her to follow. Ju

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   The Backseat Grab

    Elena’s heels clicked loud on the concrete as she hurried across the nearly empty parking garage. It was past eleven, her laptop bag digging into her shoulder, and all she wanted was to get home, pour a glass of cheap red, and forget the shitshow of a day at the office. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead like they were about to give up. She didn’t hear him until it was too late. A big hand clamped over her mouth from behind, an arm like iron wrapping around her waist. She tried to scream but it came out muffled against his palm. Her bag hit the ground and she kicked back hard, heel connecting with something solid, but the guy didn’t even grunt. He lifted her clean off her feet like she didn't weigh a thing and shoved her into the back of a black SUV that smelled like leather and faint gun oil. The door slammed. Zip ties bit into her wrists before she could thrash free. A dark hood came down over her head. “Quiet,” a low voice growled close to her ear. “You fight me no

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Midnight on the Azure Torture

    Lena adjusted the strap of her camera bag, the salt air already sticking her blouse to her back as she stepped off the tender onto the yacht’s lower deck. The Azure stretched out like something that didn’t belong in the real world—three hundred feet of dark glass and polished teak, lights glowing low and golden along every railing. She’d gotten the call six hours ago: emergency replacement for some big-name photographer who’d bailed. Double the usual rate, plus a cabin if she needed to stay over. She’d said yes before she could think twice. A crew crew member in a crisp white uniform led her up a sweeping staircase. Music thumped softly from the main deck—deep bass, nothing too aggressive. Maybe thirty people scattered around, all the kind of beautiful that money keeps polished. Lena kept her head down, already framing shots in her mind. She was here to work. She spotted him almost immediately. Marcus Vale leaned against the bar like he owned the horizon. Which, technically, h

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   After-Hours Overtime

    The office was dead quiet, well except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional creak of the building settling. Elena rubbed her eyes, the clock on her screen reading 9:47 PM. The presentation for tomorrow’s board meeting still wasn’t right. The numbers looked solid, but the flow

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Last Call: After Hours

    His mouth crashed back into mine the second I said yes. No more careful distance. Jax kissed like he’d been thinking about it all night--deep, demanding, one hand tangled in my hair while the other shoved my dress higher up my thighs. I moaned into him, legs parting on the stool as he stepped bet

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Last Call

    The hotel bar was almost empty by the time I slid onto the stool. Third night of this goddamn conference, and I couldn’t face going back to my room yet. The texts from Mark had stopped coming around nine, which was fine by me. Same old “miss you, call when you can” bullshit that meant nothing a

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Nerdy Dick

    Elias Thompson pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose for what felt like the hundredth time, squinting at the glowing screen of Mrs. Lang’s laptop. The cursor blinked mockingly at him while the diagnostic program ran in the background. The Lang family’s kitchen smelled like lemon cleaner

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