Welcome to the progressive story, a great way to celebrate Groundhog Day! You’ve found Chapter one of our story,
A Corpse, a Cop, and Some Canines. I’m sure this will be on the bestsellers list soon, and it might win a Pulitzer or two. I’m not sure how that works, but I do know that this will be a lot more fun than watching Punxatawny Phil on TV.
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Table of Contents. It is sort of like the Holy Grail.
Chapter 1: Alanna Coca
Chapter 2: Dee Carney
Chapter 3: Juniper Bell
Chapter 4: Ann Marie Gamble
Chapter 5: Barbara Sheridan
Chapter 6: Christopher Daley
Chapter 7: Ray Garton
Chapter 8: Heather Wildman
Chapter 9: Saranna De Wylde
At the end of Chapter One, you’ll find a link to the next blog, erotic romance author Dee Carney.
A Corpse, a Cop, and some Canines
Chapter One–>
“We can’t walk away.” Jessica held a hand over her nose and mouth. The stench of the bloating body was nothing like she’d ever encountered before. She’d already emptied her stomach behind a stump, but she had to swallow a few times to keep from gagging.
Casey had wrapped herself as tightly as possible in her jacket, as if that were the only thing keeping her from falling apart. “I just don’t want to get involved. You know they look at the people who discover the body as possible suspects.”
“And if they find out we were here and didn’t report it, we’d look even guiltier.” Jessica spun around and pinched her eyes shut. She couldn’t look at the naked corpse any more. The girl looked to be in her early twenties, her blond hair tangled in the tall grass and twigs. “Stay here. I’m going for help.”
Jessica ignored her friend’s protests, and hoped her legs would carry her back up the incline to the highway before she collapsed. She’d never seen a dead body before, and now her first happened to be a murder victim. It would be a long time before the vision of that girl’s death mask would leave her memory, and she’d never forget that smell.
She steadied herself on the still-warm hood of her car, but before she could even get inside and to her cell phone, she looked down the highway to see a police car heading her way.
Thank God.
Jessica scrambled into the middle of the road, and waved frantically. Her heart drummed in her ears as she watched the cop pull over, his car facing hers on the shoulder, and flip on the flashing lights.
He was out of the car before she could reach him. “Car trouble?”
“Uh…” Good Lord. Jessica had to crane her neck in order to see his face. Broad shoulders, thick neck…damn. This had to be the hottest cop she’d ever seen. Black hair cut short, and thick dark eyebrows framing a set of gorgeous blue eyes. She bit her lip, and let her gaze travel down his delicious-looking body, then back up, lingering on the handcuffs dangling from his utility belt. Before her imagination could get too far, she met his eyes.
Now, one of those brows had raised in amusement. “Need a jump?”
Oh yeah. She needed a jump all right. She knew her wicked thoughts showed, because He grinned, flashing a set of white teeth. She was mesmerized by his teeth for some reason. Almost like they were sharper than normal…fangs? Not likely. Snap out of it, Jess. Fangs. Ha.
“I’ve got a cable,” he continued, those blue eyes glinting naughtily.
“A cable?” Jessica’s mind cleared, and she rushed back toward the incline. “No…no…we didn’t have car trouble. We found a body. My friend and I were gathering limestone for an art project and we pulled over…”
Her words rushed out, and she only hoped they made sense. They must have, because she could hear him following her down the incline while she spilled everything.
Now, I’d like to introduce best selling and award winning author, Dee Carney. Dee writes erotic romances in the paranormal, urban fantasy and contemporary interracial genres. If you’re looking for something a little spicier, don’t forget Morgan Sierra, Dee’s alter ego. On to Chapter Two…