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                               "Flagitious"  4 tales of Betrayal when lies, lust, and deceit are unleashed             

Release Date: Sept. 17, 2014

Pages: 231

Publisher: Melange Books

Available Formats: Paperback, Ebook, HTML



“Too Solve His Mother’s Murder”

After his Air Force career was interrupted by his mother’s untimely murder, Steven Moore, returned home. Met with a cold reception of lies, secrets, and threats, he is determined too find Wanda’s killer, even at the cost of his own life. Was Wanda a victim of the legendary Hatchet Man? Was this loving and devoted mother killed because of her shady past, or for her inheritance? Between finding the truth and falling in love, Steven stops at nothing, too solve his mother’s murder.

“The Other Couple’s Child”

Charlotte had it all. A loving and devoted husband. Supportive family and friends, and a house full of beautiful children. Everything was perfect for this Super Mom, until a medical procedure turns her life upside down, and spirals into a child abduction case. Time is running out. Will police arrive in time to save Charlotte and the other couple’s child?

 “3381 Market Street”

Katherine Sims, a young widow working for a brokerage firm in a small southeastern town, is tired of the excuses concerning Charlie’s absence. She knows something terrible must have happened to her favorite nephew with the sad blue-eyes. After exposing the killer, Katherine’s life is turned upside down and she finds herself fighting for her life. Filled with maniacal suspects, a Satanic Cult, and danger around each corner, this story depicts one woman’s courage too avenge a child’s murder, while finding unexpected love.

 “The Tarot Card Murders”

New Detective, and ex-navel man, twenty-six-year-old Nick Difozzio, returns to his small county determined too abolish crime. Not until death knocked on his door, did he know the face of evil. Will the decorated veteran destroy the Lycanthropes, or will he succumb to their murderess desires and become one of them? He took an oath too protect, honor, and uphold the law, but can he defy the lust, riches, and power offered, or are the ‘dark forces’ stronger than his will?

Excerpt from "To Solve His Mother's Murder"

Already en route to her place, Steven saw the first smoke, and knew Vivien was in trouble. Using his cell phone, he dialed 911 for the fire department and gunned his engine. Screaming into the stable’s driveway, he arrived just as the arsonist sped away on a dirt bike, but heard the sounds of screaming horses. Vivien and the horses took priority. Running to the nearby water trough, he dove in headfirst then raced inside the smoke-filled structure to meet Vivien limping toward him.

“Steven save the animals,” she begged, and passed out.

Once he had Vivien safely outside, he re-entered the building and, hooding them, ran out the horses. Inside one of the stalls, he found Willy, dead, killed by the arsonist. Then the wails of fire trucks, came over the hills.

Steven patted Vivien’s soiled and bruised face with cool water until she slowly opened her eyes, and whispered. “Hi.”

“Hi, to you, too, darling.” He tenderly kissed her forehead. “You really scared me.”

“Are the horses safe?” she asked.

“As safe as you are now,” he said, while the firemen worked on the fire.

Paramedics patched up Vivien before placing her on a stretcher and transporting her to the local hospital. “I’ll be there shortly, I promise,” he answered with a goodbye kiss.

Once she was on her way, Steven turned to the Fire Chief. “We know it’s arson, but Vivien didn’t recognize the intruder’s voice.”

“Who do you think set the blaze?” the Fire Chief asked. “We don’t have random arsons. You must suspect someone?”

“I’ll have you a list by the morning,” he replied, boarding his truck and hauling ass for the hospital.

On the way, he drove past a hole-in-the-wall beer joint. Parked outside was a bike exactly matching the pyromaniac’s ride. Making a quick U-turn on the gravel road, loud enough to be heard in the next county, he pulled into the parking lot, driving right over the bike. After jumping from the truck and admiring his handiwork, he gleefully said, “Yep. Flat as a pancake.”

When Steven entered the dark musty bar, he gained the attention of all seven patrons at once by shouting, “I’m looking for the son-of-a-bitch driving that piece-of-shit bike sitting outside.”

He met sullen silence. Slouching slowly across the sawdust covering the rickety floor, he eyed, in turn, each of the five men at length wondering. Was the creep who almost killed the woman I love, that toothless old grandpa slurping beer from a mug? Or was it the scrawny thirty-year-old with the dirty work boots?

Gradually, his eyes adjusted to the small room. He scanned the interior. Typical. Walls decorated with cheap, outdated neon beer signs and sleazy posters of big-breasted women perched suggestively on an assortment of bikes. To this assembly, Steven repeated, “I said, who owns that bike I just ran over?”

“I do,” yelled twenty-eight-year-old Heath Hopstetter. Coming out of his chair like a ground-to-air missile, he swung his beer bottle at Steven’s head.

Ducking, Steven returned the favor with a round-house punch to Heath’s big, soft and prominent stomach, knocking the wind out of the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Slowly, Heath sank to the filthy floor.

“Now, mister, we don’t want no trouble in here.” The worn-looking and plumb middle-aged barmaid said and held up her hands.

“This guy ain’t gonna be no trouble at all.” Steven jerked Heath to his feet and thumped him again. This time, his blow sent Heath into the antique jukebox, shattering glass. Nearby patrons grabbed their drinks and ducked.



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