A
Taste For Killing
Chasing
the Taste
Book
1
H.K.
Sterling
Genre:
Mystery Suspense Romance Thriller
Publisher:
Breathless Press
Date
of Publication: February 21, 2014
ISBN:
978-1-77101-225-6
ASIN:
B00IKVVKL4
Number
of pages: 48
Word
Count: 14936
Cover
Artist: Fiona Jayde
Book
Description:
Mystery
and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods
and Jack Heart are both hired to solve the murder of Pete Wallace,
only to realize they are working the same case.
To
complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again-off again
relationship. Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but
he's also a suspect.
Can
Carolyn manage to solve the case as more and more murders pile up?
Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what
about Evan Jones? He seems like the perfect man, but could he
actually be the murderer?
One
thing is for sure: someone close to both Carolyn and Jack has A Taste
For Killing.
Excerpt
He
had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one
dressed like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the
handkerchief he used to wipe sweat off his forehead. I don't know if
he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured off of me too. He
had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his
territory. Still, I enjoyed the view. For my part, I knew my clothes
looked crappy. I didn’t have to wear uniforms anymore, but my
street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I stood, a
turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.
He
pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to
see apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud.
Now I'd be a dried turd in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I
started the trek up the hill. At least I came with boots. Steel toed.
Once
I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.
"Look,
I don't care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them
yourself!" yelled someone.
Then
I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. "Is there any
reason you're being so difficult? A man did die on your watch."
An
encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later
tonight. I knocked loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice
said, "Hello, boys. Am I interrupting something?"
"Great,"
groused the supervisor. "A party." He appeared to me like
another stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and
rotund stomach that threatened to overturn the small desk he was
behind. I guess there's a reason for stereotypes. He looked about
four hamburgers away from a heart attack.
On
a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow
independent detective, an ally at times, a competitor...and my on and
off lover.
"Well,
well, well," he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy
to see me. Not here. It meant we were both working the same case.
"Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?"
"Parents."
"Girlfriend,"
he answered back.
We
stared at each other. Complications.
The
supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, "Well, missy,
I'll tell you the same thing I told this guy." He jerked his
thumb around to Jack. "The plans are publically filed and that’s
all I have to say about it."
I
tried a different tactic. "That’s fine with me. I have no
problem going downtown for a copy." I wore my practiced,
saccharine smile. "But I wonder, could you tell me the name of
the architect? Please?" I smiled again. God, this job sucks at
times.
The
supervisor sighed. "Jones, Evan Jones."
"Thank
you so much," I said, smiling my best smile again. "I'll
get out of the way and leave you two boys to...whatever you were
doing."
I
opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack
following me out.
"Sure,
flash your tits and get what you want." Boy was he in a bad
mood.
"There
was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good
choice in that situation."
Jack's
response: a grunt.
"Besides,"
I tried to placate him, "I didn’t get the plans either."
"No,
you did one better."
"That's
assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and
cooperate." A thought occurred to me. "So are you going
there too?"
"No,
I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own
leads."
"Are
you planning to share?" Just call me hopeful. As in full of
shit, because that’s where hope always seemed to lead.
"No,"
he said, still grumpy.
"I
see. So it's gonna be like that."
"I
guess so."
I felt like such a
female. Damn. But I had to ask.
"Are
we still on for tonight?"
"Yeah."
I
wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated
myself. But we were good together—when it was good—when his
competitive edge didn’t get the better of him. Though I was one to
talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off status. But
currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the
spirit of things to come.
"Okay,
master detective, I'll leave you to your leads. See ya."
"See
ya," he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper
he'd taken from his pocket.
I
made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.
About
the Author:
H.K.
Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with
imagination, intelligence, a kick, and twist endings. H.K. likes to
focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything
that is spicy and unexpected. Sometimes her books may even go dark.
H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with
her passion for writing.
H.K.
currently has a Mystery/Thriller out: A Taste For Killing; and two
short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology, My Bloody Valentine.
Her new book, A Taste For Danger has just been accepted for
publication and Breathless Press also just published H.K.'s
short-short titled Eyes Only. H.K.'s books are suitable for 18+.
Catch
up with H.K. Sterling on the following social media:
Amazon
Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/hksterling
Twitter:
@HKSterling
HK
Sterling "Undercover Blog":
http://hksterling1.blogspot.com/
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