By Tim Smith
“Former cop Vic Fallon only wanted to get home to
Sandusky, Ohio in time for Christmas after completing his latest private eye
assignment. A chance meeting in the Atlanta airport with a U. S. Senator from
his hometown thrusts Vic into a murder investigation when the man turns up dead
shortly after they speak. The unwanted case produces more questions than
answers. Why did the Senator ask Vic to deliver a Christmas card for him rather
than mailing it himself, and why does the recipient react with hostility when
she finds out who it’s from? Why is the FBI looking at Vic up close and
personal when he wasn’t involved in the killing? And why does a police
detective from Atlanta show up in Sandusky, asking questions that have little
to do with the murder investigation? Vic’s life becomes more complicated when
the woman he delivered the card to is arrested after an accidental shooting,
and he feels a responsibility to prove her innocence. Add the strain that the
case places on Vic’s current romantic relationship, and it results in the
holiday from Hell. Can Vic solve the multi-pronged mystery he’s found himself
in the middle of and repair the damage to his love life? Or will the other
woman cause a permanent rift?”
Fallon is a former police detective who lives on the
Lake Erie shore in northern Ohio. He took a disability separation after being
shot in the line of duty and now takes on cases when he’s intrigued, bored, or
broke. The idea for this book was the result of a personal experience. Several
years ago, I was flying home from the Florida Keys and had a long layover at
the Atlanta airport. At one of the departure gates, I recognized the Ohio
Attorney General, and we spoke for a few minutes. When I was plotting this
story, I did my usual “What if Vic runs into a politician from his hometown and
the man gets killed shortly after they speak?”
As with all good gumshoe stories, there’s a hot and
heavy romance with a sassy, sexy femme fatale. This time, I did something
different by giving my hero a steady girlfriend, rather than the one-night
stands of the previous books. Here’s one of their encounters, hot enough to
melt the ice covering Lake Erie in January:
Vic and Michelle reclined on the floor in front of the
gas fireplace and the Christmas tree. The candle on the table filled the room
with the aroma of pine, and the lights were turned off. Their lips were locked
in a passionate kiss and Vic rubbed Michelle’s neck under her long mane of
hair. She lightly massaged his shoulders and draped her leg over his.
She pulled back and peered into his eyes while gently
stroking his cheek. “Are you sure you want me to stay over?”
“If you really want to.”
She pulled him in for a deep kiss. “I want to.” She
stood but held his hand. “Be right back.”
While she disappeared into the bedroom, Vic refreshed
their glasses of wine, then adjusted the volume on the stereo. He had chosen a
CD of jazz piano Christmas music courtesy of Dave Brubeck, light enough for the
mood without the distraction of vocals. He reclined on the floor and stared at
the orange and blue flames dancing along the faux logs.
His view was blocked by Michelle standing between him
and the fireplace, wearing the elf costume she had picked out at the boutique.
Vic’s eyes slowly traveled upward, starting with her tan calf-high leather
boots, to her firm thighs, past the short green skirt and continuing to her
torso encased in a low-cut top outlined with white fur that showed off her
cleavage. Michelle’s hair cascaded carelessly to her shoulders. She grinned
slyly. The fire produced an erotic silhouette.
“Have you been a good little boy this year?” she
teased.
“Little?”
She chuckled, low and husky. “Poor choice of words.”
Vic stood, pulled her close, then kissed her deeply,
running his hands along her back. Michelle’s fingers raked through his hair,
then she massaged the back of his neck, her tongue dueling with his. Vic’s palm
slid down her back to fondle her firm ass. He murmured appreciatively when he
discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. He felt his cock coming to life,
pressing against his shorts. Michelle rubbed her groin against his, teasing him
into full arousal.
She dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants and let
his dick leap free. She grasped it and gently stroked, getting him fully erect,
then planting gentle kisses on it from tip to base and back again. She took Vic
into her mouth and lovingly sucked him, humming softly, taking more of him into
her mouth with each bob of her head.
“Look what I found under the tree,” she teased while
lightly fingering him. “It’s just what I asked for. I hope it fits.”
“You didn’t say what size, so I got you an
extra-large,” Vic quipped.
If you like the old-style private eye adventures of
Phillip Marlowe, Peter Gunn, Mannix and Jim Rockford, you’ll enjoy “The Other
Woman.” It’s available in digital and print at Amazon, Extasy Books, B & N,
and Smashwords. Happy reading!
Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author of
romantic mystery/thrillers and contemporary erotic romance. His website is
www.timsmithauthor.com.
“You didn’t say what size, so I got you an extra-large,” Vic quipped.
ReplyDeleteLOL! I'll bet it's just what she wanted!
Great excerpt, Tim. Interesting concept too, and I like your explanation of how it came about, because of a chance encounter you had years ago in an airport. Authors are always thinking, filing experiences and random thoughts in corners of their brains, for use at some later date.
You definitely have a knack for the classic pulp dialogue. I can almost see Bogey and Bacall having this conversation.
ReplyDeleteThat's who I imagined as well.
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