Cozy Mystery Series Books の小説・ストーリー

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

Episode 39 – Heels & Handcuffs The city at night was a beast of glittering chrome and neon arteries, and Detective Leo Vance was its weary, watchful keeper. Leaning against his unmarked sedan, he sipped bitter coffee and scanned the rain-slicked streets. A drug sting was going down in the old warehouse district, but his mind, for once, was not on work. It was on the woman.

I spoke up, hopefully a hot drink would warm me up a little. Jake and Porter came back with a large plastic box filled with ammo that they placed on the floor and a couple bags of pasta and some jars of herbs. “Macy is going to love me.” Porter smiled, drawing out his words in a sing song way that had us smiling as he showed us the herbs. “She's been after some of this for months but I kept forgetting to look.” “Who's Macy?” I asked not recognising the name. “Works in the kitchen. Big assets.” He smirked and winked and I could imagine. I chuckled and shook my head at him. Porter would be Porter. “Found some red wine as well I figured she could use that right?”

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

BELLA Cole was on the terrace of the six-storey apartment across the street from Raffy’s bar, while I was in the alleyway at the back that smelt worse than a sewer and rotten bodies, which wasn’t surprising considering the territory I was in. I feared stumbling on an actual dead body, as it was so dark. “It’s getting cold up here, B.” Cole’s voice came through one of the mini earbuds plugged in. The sound cracked because of the whooshing sound of the chilly breeze.

I leaned back in my well-worn executive office chair and stretched the kinks from my body. I’d finally solved the case that had plagued me for weeks. It was a call for celebration! Eleanor Waterford’s husband was a sly player. He’d managed to disguise his activities to the point that I simply couldn’t uncover the name of the female who he was keeping company with. I was just about to give up and confess to my boss that I’d failed when it struck me. What if the woman he was seeing wasn’t a woman at all?

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

Making my way to the kitchen I pour myself a cup of coffee and Analina a cup of chamomile tea and make my way back to the library. Entering I see Analina sitting in her seat massaging her temples. “Hard day?” I asked her as I take a seat next to her. “umm.” Is all she replies back with. I stand up behind her and start massaging her shoulders, I couldn't stop my hands from wandering to the front of her shirt and sliding my hands down into her shirt and cupping her breast, where I squeezed and fondled to my heart’s desire. She leans back in the chair moaning. When I couldn't take it any longer I pulled her out of her chair and picked her up and laying her on the table.

Her partner was taking his time with the coffee, probably giving her space for what he assumed was a personal call. "Casie." Elias's voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "Where did you see these?" "Three crime scenes. Human victims. Someone's using our old ways to kill in my city." "Your city?" The question held layers of meaning she didn't want to unpack. "These aren't pack symbols, sister. They're older. Much older." The word 'sister' hit like a physical blow. She'd trained herself not to miss family, not to miss belonging somewhere. But hearing it again...