UPDATE! The entire progressive story is now available <\/span>for free download right here: <\/span><\/p>\n DOWNLOAD NOW<\/a> <\/span><\/p>\n Table of Contents. It is sort of like the Holy Grail.<\/p>\n Chapter 1: Alanna Coca<\/a><\/p>\n Chapter 2: Dee Carney<\/a><\/p>\n Chapter 3: Juniper Bell<\/a><\/p>\n Chapter 4: Ann Marie Gamble<\/a><\/p>\n Chapter 5: Barbara Sheridan<\/a><\/p>\n Chapter 6: Christopher Daley<\/a><\/p>\n Chapter 7: Ray Garton<\/a><\/p>\n Chapter 8: Heather Wildman<\/a><\/p>\n Chapter 9: Saranna De Wylde<\/a><\/p>\n At the end of Chapter One, you’ll find a link to the next blog, erotic romance author Dee Carney.<\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe can\u2019t walk away.\u201d Jessica held a hand over her nose and mouth. The stench of the bloating body was nothing like she\u2019d ever encountered before. She\u2019d already emptied her stomach behind a stump, but she had to swallow a few times to keep from gagging.<\/span><\/p>\n Casey had wrapped herself as tightly as possible in her jacket, as if that were the only thing keeping her from falling apart. \u201cI just don\u2019t want to get involved. You know they look at the people who discover the body as possible suspects.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAnd if they find out we were here and didn\u2019t report it, we\u2019d look even guiltier.\u201d\u00c2\u00a0 Jessica spun around and pinched her eyes shut. She couldn\u2019t 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. \u201cStay here. I\u2019m going for help.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Jessica ignored her friend\u2019s protests, and hoped her legs would carry her back up the incline to the highway before she collapsed. She\u2019d 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\u2019s death mask would leave her memory, and she\u2019d never forget that smell.<\/span><\/p>\n 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.<\/span><\/p>\n Thank God. <\/span><\/p>\n 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.<\/span><\/p>\n He was out of the car before she could reach him. \u201cCar trouble?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cUh\u2026\u201d Good Lord. Jessica had to crane her neck in order to see his face. Broad shoulders, thick neck\u2026damn. This had to be the hottest cop she\u2019d 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.<\/span><\/p>\n Now, one of those brows had raised in amusement. \u201cNeed a jump?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n 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\u2026fangs? Not likely. Snap out of it, Jess. Fangs. Ha.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve got a cable,\u201d he continued, those blue eyes glinting naughtily. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cA cable?\u201d Jessica\u2019s mind cleared, and she rushed back toward the incline. \u201cNo\u2026no\u2026we didn\u2019t have car trouble. We found a body. My friend and I were gathering limestone for an art project and we pulled over\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n 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.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n 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\u2019re looking for something a little spicier, don\u2019t forget\u00c2\u00a0Morgan Sierra, Dee\u2019s alter ego. On to<\/span> Chapter Two…<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/alannacoca.com\/archive\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/black_wolf.jpg\")
<\/p>\nA Corpse, a Cop, and some Canines<\/span><\/h2>\n
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