Alex Masters Series, Vol. 1
By Brenda M. Boldin
Alex Masters has given up prostitution, lives on the "right" side of town, has a respectable job and is about to launch a singing career on the side. While making a deposit for her employer at Bay City Central, her past catches up with her in the time it takes a bank robber's bullet to pierce her arm. Alex finds herself caught in a tangle of robbery, murder and blackmail. Clearing herself of suspicion means returning to her former haunts while still maintaining her new-found respectability. Which "life" will win the balancing act when it's all over? *This first in the Alex Masters series will leave you eager for the sequel.
ISBN 1-59431-127-7 Mystery/Romance/Suspense
Cover Art/Maggie Dix
Beau leaned back against the pillows and just let her work her magic. He couldn't even remember this one's name, but she was a real beauty. Interesting, he'd never noticed her before.
She held his hand with a feather-like touch as the tip of her tongue ran up and down each finger.
"My mama used to be a palm reader," she whispered, her tongue tracing the lines of his palm.
Beau grunted a laugh, he could play the game. "Yeah? What'd she teach you?"
"This is your life line." Her tongue trailed across his palm and came to an abrupt halt. She sat up, staring at his hand.
"Hey baby, don't stop now."
But she was kneeling at his side, fear in her eyes.
"What?" he growled, anxious for her to get down to business.
She pointed to a mark that crossed his life line.
"Somethin' bad's gonna happen. I think you're gonna die."
He laughed. "So are you baby. Everybody does."
"I mean soon."
"Bitch, you gonna die here and now, if you don't get back to doin' what I brought you here for."
She straddled him, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"I mean it. You need to be careful. You're gonna die real soon."
He reached up and pulled her mouth to his.
He found himself fantasizing. The face that floated before his mind's eye was that damn princess Alex. Little Miss High and Mighty, thinking she's too good for him. He'd show the bitch.
The nameless whore's squeal brought him to the present.
"You're hurting me!"
"I'll show you hurt," he replied. But he was thinking again of Alex and just how, one of these days he would get even with her.
As soon as he came, she slid out of bed and started to dress.
"Hey, the fun's just beginning baby, come on back here."
She shook her head. "No way. I don't want to be here when it happens."
He sat up. "What happens? Shit."
"I told you." She stood staring at him, hands on her hips, clad only in her micro-mini skirt. "You're gonna buy it soon, and I don't want to be here when it happens."
"That stuffs nothin' but superstitious crap."
She shook her head as she hooked her bra. "You can believe what you want. I just know what my mama taught me. And she was never wrong."
She tugged a t-shirt over her head and grabbing up her shoes, darted out the bedroom door. His laughter followed her down two flights of steps and out of the house.