By Mark Love
ISBN: ebook 978-1-939590-66-4
Meet Jamie Richmond. A former reporter turned author, Jamie is a stubborn redhead who knows a good story when she sees one and can’t stop until she gets to the bottom of it. She’s made the transition to author, focusing on mysteries. Wanting to give her audience as much realism as possible, she manages to hitch a ride with a state police trooper as part of her research for an upcoming book.
But the night takes an unexpected turn when she witnesses someone shoot the trooper on a dark and desolate road. Although it’s not a fatal injury, Jamie is intrigued by the events surrounding the incident and the ongoing investigation. She expects answers. If the cops can’t figure it out, maybe she will. Before she can get too far along, Jamie becomes distracted by Malone, another trooper she met that night. Malone has a mystery or two of his own, but it’s Jamie who has caught his eye. Things begin heating up quickly. Suddenly Jamie has more on her mind than she ever bargained for. She’s determined to unravel the mystery of the shooting.
Was it a random incident? Or is there some devious plot at work?
I kicked off the heels and squirmed out of the stockings. I opted for a pair of very lacy panties with a matching black bra, and rummaged in the closet for a corduroy skirt and a cotton blouse. I called this my flirt skirt. It was knee length but had functional snaps that ran down the front of it. Depending on how flirtatious I was feeling determined how many snaps were left undone. I grabbed my bag and hurried off to meet him.
O’Leary’s wasn’t crowded when I arrived. Malone was in uniform, sitting at a booth near the back of the restaurant. Malone greeted me with a tender hug and a chaste kiss on the lips then pulled me in beside him on the bench.
“Saving it up for later?” I asked.
“Bank on it.
Malone opened his menu and scanned the page quickly. A waitress approached, wearing a green leotard and skirt with a black apron. He glanced at me and raised his eyebrows. “Want me to order for you?”
“Sure, I’m starving.”
Malone turned to the girl. “We’ll have the roast lamb stew, tossed salads with raspberry vinaigrette, and coffee.” He looked at me and I nodded.
“You eat here often?” I asked as she wiggled away. I’d swear she put a little extra swing in her hips for Malone’s benefit. I didn’t know whether to be angry or jealous. Idly, I undid a couple more snaps on the skirt. It fell open to mid-thigh.
“Couple times a week. The food’s good and the prices are reasonable. A lot of the guys stop in. The service is pretty good too.” He winked at me. It was obvious he’d noticed the extra wiggle.
“You’re a good guy, Malone.”
He leaned over to kiss me. His left hand landed softly on my knee. I watched the expression hit his eyes as he realized this was a smooth bare leg he was feeling. Malone gently slid his hand a little higher. A shiver of excitement ran through me. It took several moments for me to withdraw from that kiss.
“Want to skip dinner?” I asked. I was glad this part of the restaurant was dark, since I was blushing beet red.
“I think we’re going to need that nourishment for later.” Malone reluctantly removed his hand from my leg.
After dinner he walked me out to the parking lot. He stopped beside my car
and leaned against the door.
“Did I tell you how much I missed you, Malone?” I put my arms around his neck. His hands went to my waist.
“Would it be improper for a girl to kiss a cop while he’s on duty?”
Malone’s eyes went to his left wrist. “I’ve got two minutes before I check in.”
He tipped his head down to meet my lips and kissed me warmly. If anyone was watching, I didn’t see them. I didn’t care. His left hand remained on my hip. The right had somehow drifted between my legs and undid two more snaps. The skirt was only fastened to the top of my hips now. A shudder ran through my whole body as his fingertips stroked me through the lace panties.
“Welcome home, Jamie.” Gently he pulled away and straightened up.
“Thanks for the flowers.”
“My pleasure. Glad to have you back.”
“How glad are you, Malone?”
“See you later?” he asked.
“Oh yeah. It may take me a while to be able to drive. And I seem to be having this problem with my door. It just won’t stay locked at night.” I pushed his hands away and stepped back before I attacked him in the parking lot.
“I’ll have to see what I can do to remedy that. And Jamie…don’t change your clothes.”
About the Author:
Mark Love (yes, that’s really his name) lived for many years in the metropolitan Detroit area, where crime and corruption are always prevalent. A former freelance reporter, Love is drawn to mysteries and the twists and turns that mirror real life. He is the author of “Why 319?” and three books in the Jamie Richmond Series “Devious” “Vanishing Act” and “Fleeing Beauty” and several short stories.
Love resides in west Michigan with his wife, Kim. He enjoys a wide variety of music, reading and writing fiction, cooking, travel, most sports and the great outdoors. You can find his blog at the link below and on Goodreads, Facebook, and Amazon.