K. Lyn Kennedy

Author of Multigenre Romance

Knotty’s

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Local. Physician. Mysteriously. Murdered.

The headline caught the attention of everyone at Knotty’s, a high end hair salon owned by Gary Turner and Gordy Baxter.

A detective out to prove his worth bumps Gary to the top of the list of suspects just because of a little white lie.

Gary and his buddy Gordy had dreamed of opening a bed and breakfast as a side business to their bustling cardiology practice, but that dream landed flat on its butt when the house they purchased was teeming with termites. They lost a pretty penny on that little venture.

Instead, they opened a hair salon, Knotty’s, where Gary is the head stylist. It’s a time sucking money pit, and the murdered doctor agreed to help them out but later reneged, forcing Gary to make a secretive deal with an eccentric friend. But that friend is mysteriously found dead as well.

If Gary killed the doctor as well as his friend, he would be off the hook for paying them back. But Gary is no murderer. It’s not in his nature. Or is it?

There are suspects aplenty in this murder mystery… a bitter ex-wife, a vengeful ex-companion of the male persuasion, and a number of pretty boys the slain doctor called friends.

Excerpt:

Gary and Gordy flipped a coin to decide who would turn the lock. Gary won, of course, with his lucky two-headed silver dollar. With Gordy right behind him, Gary cleared his throat and flipped the switch, instantly flooding the room with white lights that twinkled with specks of blue, green, purple and pink.

“Damn, Gary! This homage to disco you’ve created could cause a stroke.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Gary retorted, continuing to survey his domain.

That was nearly a year ago. Gary and Gordy had talked for years about opening a side business to their bustling careers as cardiologists. Gordy thought Gary was crazy when he talked of opening a salon. “Do you know anything at all about cutting and styling hair?”

“Of course I do. Well, I’ve watched. Okay, I grew up around it. Plus, I do know what looks good on me,” he said, as he ran his hand through his short, styled locks. “And you know how I love a good hair product. With my own salon, I can get anything I want… wholesale!”

Gordy shook his head but decided to give it a chance. Naming the salon caused a bit of a tiff between the lifelong friends. Gary wanted to name it Twisting Turner or Baxter’s Buns, but Gordy preferred something a little more staid, like No Fuss Beauty Salon.

“Gordy, my man,” Gary said, as he took him by the arm and led him around the sparkly salon, “with no fuss, there is no beauty,” raising his voice with each syllable.

“Well, it’s got to have a name,” Gordy retorted, none too happy that his idea had been outright rejected.

“And it has to be sexy, stunning, and jaw dropping, just like me,” Gary added, crossing his arms.

Brainstorming led to sleepless nights, name calling, and one time the two friends spent two whole days avoiding each other. Finally, they decided that since Gary was the face of the salon and the one who had gone to the effort of becoming a stylist, the name of the salon would be his choice, no matter how tacky.

“Hmm,” Gary said, as he stroked his imaginary goatee. “I’m thinking… I’m thinking… Scissors.”

“That’s it? Scissors?”

He gave Gordy a sneer. “Blades?”

“That sounds like a place to get sliced and diced.”

“Coronary cuts.”

“You’re joking, right? We’re not at the hospital.”

“Hmm,” Gary murmured, as he stared out the window.

“Damn it to… I’ve got it! The salon will be named Sassy’s, a salon experience.”

“But, Gary, that implies that Sassy is a person and the salon was named after that person.”

“Hmm… so it does, so it does. Give me another minute.”

Gary’s mind was flooded with ideas, though many of his ideas were not appropriate for a salon or any other professional establishment.

“I’ve got it, yes indeedy I do. The name of the salon will be Knotty’s. Underneath the name, the words ‘A Cut Above’.” Gordy liked the idea. It was naughty in a good way… a different spin on the word. A Cut Above was the perfect addition to the main name. Their salon would be a cut above the rest. Gary would demand it.

And their dream became a reality.

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September 23, 2019 Posted by | Cozy Mystery, doctors, drama, ebooks, erotic romance, iBooks, love stories, murder mystery, sensual romance, sexy reads | , , , , | Leave a comment

Beast: The Collection

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BEAST: More than Mated… More than Human

The sexy shifter that belongs to the dark forest waits, naked, for his lover. When they meet, nearby shrubs provide camouflage for their wild coupling. Heavy breathing is like an aphrodisiac to the shifter, husky moans breaking the eerie silence around them. But someone waits and watches, with an evil plan. He wants the shifter’s lover to bear his demon seed.

BEAST: More than Human… This Child of Mine

A child is making its way into the world, a child born from both good and evil, and as the mother writhes in pain, she fears the child inside her is the result of a night she strayed to the home of another man. If the stranger is the man who planted his seed inside of her, she will give birth to a demented creature who will destroy them all. That is the child’s destiny.

***

She pulled young Ryder from her bosom and swore she heard him giggle like a demented doll. She felt her body go numb when the split, black tongue slithered out from between her child’s tiny lips, and his beautiful blue eyes turned an evil color of black. The screams of disgust were for the knowledge of the child’s true paternity, and the outpouring of tears and sorrow was Randi wishing she had died during the child’s birth.

“Randi, what’s the matter? Are you alright?”

“It’s our son. Look at his eyes and his mouth. This child is evil just like his…” she abruptly stopped mid sentence.

***

Ryder’s little legs sprinted to the far trees, his long hair flying in the wind. “Throw it, Papa! Throw the ball!” he shouted, with his hands waving high.

The ball flew over his head and deeper into the woods. “I’ll get the ball, Papa, and some berries too,” Ryder laughed.

“Be careful, son, and hurry back, do you understand?” Robin said. He didn’t hear his son reply and assumed he was too far away.

Ryder found the ball hidden in a large flower bed of daisies growing around an oddly shaped willow tree. It was grey in color and bent forward from age. The little boy laughed at the thought of the tree looking like a hunched old man carrying a heavy bushel of flowers on his back.

“I suppose it does look rather funny,” the silver fox laughed.

“Who’s there?” Ryder asked, with the curiosity of a child.

“Hello, young Ryder,” he replied.

“How do you know my name?” the boy asked, and picked up his ball.

“I have come to tell you of your future and the important task which has been born unto you.”

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July 2, 2018 Posted by | Apple, drama, ebooks, erotic romance, fantasy, paranormal, paranormal romance, sensual romance | , , , | 1 Comment

Cock and Bull

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Leah is new to Texas and naïve to the lustful desires of men. The handsome man with thick, dark hair takes her breath away, but she doesn’t know his dark secrets and the past that nearly destroyed him. He wants her, in his life and in his bed, but eventually pushes her away and into the arms of another man. When the new man learns the identity of the man who betrayed the young, beautiful woman who is now his, he vows to do anything to prevent her from learning the truth. It would ruin him. She must never know.

Excerpt:
The two newly minted lovers did not awaken until the sun’s rays made their way through the thin curtains of the east window. Leah woke first, alarmed that she had spent the night in the arms of a stranger.

Cam kissed her a long lingering kiss, but he knew that soon she would be leaving for Houston to begin her new life. As she dressed, he watched her every movement.

When she stepped into the hallway, she was immediately confronted by him. He was dressed in nice pants and a crisp white shirt, and was holding a tie in his hand. Leah swore her heart stopped at that moment. She stared at the tie in Camden’s hand and watched as he swung it back and forth.

He turned to her, smiling at the look of fear on her young face, as he stood with his hands on his hips, confronting her.

“Are you afraid of me, Leah?” he asked.

“No, I wanted you,” she whispered.

He leaned down and touched her face. “That’s sweet, honey, but who did you really want to be with tonight?”

“You… I wanted you.” She took a deep breath and wondered what happened to the nice man she had met earlier. He now seemed different, unbalanced, and she needed to get away from him.

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December 17, 2017 Posted by | drama, ebooks, erotic romance, iBooks, iBookstores, love stories, sensual romance | Leave a comment

Mafia Son

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Time spent with Luci came at a price… a hefty price! She was his dirty little secret!

They were all part of the mafia… an old word for an old world. Operating under the radar, they had their own set of rules and they were absolute. But there was one man who thought he could use the family as pawns in his sadistic game of chess. That man was Sal Bennito. Luci, the only Italian at a boarding school for privileged white girls, was his dirty little secret, his meal ticket, and he planned to punch his card as long as he could.

Excerpt:
Bending down, he kissed her full on the mouth in the presence of everyone. She never would have expected such a greeting from Sal Bennito, a man who had risen through the ranks of the underworld. He was monitoring the club that night, as word had gotten around that she was going to be there. She could work the pole like nobody’s business, and Sal had paid a pretty penny for her. They were all part of the mafia… an old word for an old world. But they preferred the word family. It was cozier, less threatening, and if it was a family, Sal Bennito was everybody’s daddy, whether they knew it or not.

She was young, barely of age, and Sal insisted that she live near the club. He arranged for a local boarding school to let her live in one of the dorms and attend classes with the other girls. Arranged meant that he had paid the headmistress to make an exception just for her. Sal paid a lot for what he wanted, if he wanted it bad enough.

The Stratford School was one of a new breed of preppy boarding schools that seemed to have sprouted up overnight in the Northeast region of the U.S. It was a school for girls who had just graduated from high school and were scheduled to attend an elite university, most likely in the Ivy League, following a year or two spent at the boarding school. Anyone with half a brain could figure out that there was really no need for the new schools, but someone’s pockets were being lined with big bills. Rumor was the schools were run by the mafia, but no one said as much. No one dared.

The Stratford School was a school where girls like Luciana were not exactly welcomed with open arms. Dirty Italians were what girls like Luciana were called, so Sal told the school that her name was LeAnn… LeAnn Wentworth. But to the family, LeAnn Wentworth was Luciana Giordano, and when she danced at the club and worked the pole, she was simply Luci.

Watching Luci on the pole was a turn-on to the stodgiest of patrons, and as soon as Luci turned eighteen, she did more than dance for the men. But not for nothing. Time spent with Luci came at a price… a hefty price. She was Sal’s meal ticket, and he planned to punch his card as long as he could.

Mafia Son by K. Lyn Kennedy can be found at Apple, Kobo, B&N, Google, and Amazon. K. Lyn’s website is: http://www.beautobeau.com.

November 9, 2017 Posted by | arranged marriage, bittersweet, drama, ebooks, erotic romance, first love | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Lusting (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 4)

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Lusting (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 4)
A BDSM Erotic Romance
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LUSTING is Book 4 of the Hot New BDSM Series, Masked Emotions.
The King of S&M kicks it up a notch!

Enzio opens the New York Looking Glass to rave reviews, offering the best in the world of S&M, including the infamous Dom 241. Lana begged him to stay in Seattle, but he refused to be hurt by her again. Determined to be with him, Lana learns more about his world from one of the best Mistresses at The Looking Glass, and quickly becomes one of the best Subs in the world. She is a natural, unbreakable, which intrigues Enzio, who knows her only by her alter ego, as she wears a mask whenever she is in the club and speaks with a British accent. A show with her would be perfect for his club, so he asks Lana about her, causing Lana to become jealous of her alter ego, and she wonders if Enzio felt the same when she desired the demanding hands of Dom 241.

Excerpt:
“Who’s your new Dom or Master? Maybe I know him.”

“Actually, it’s a Mistress,” she sighed, “And she has been teaching me a lot.”

“That’s great! Who is she?”

Lana became quiet and her mind began to race on a name. She diverted the question by saying, “Oh, you don’t know her. She’s new.”

He laughed, “Hey, have you met Trinity?”

Lana’s cheeks suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose, and the blooming color slowly turned deeper as her smile stretched further. “I’ve met her,” she said, “I swear she’s a bit anal, though. She never takes off her costume when she’s in the club.”

“How commendable.”

Lana raised an eyebrow and felt an immense jealousy building up inside her at the tone of his voice. He sounded impressed and interested.

“So what else is she like? I heard she’s unbreakable. Is it true? Who trained her? How long has she been at the club?”

The questions kept piling one after another, and Lana’s jealousy of her alter ego began to claw at her like a rat in a cage. Then she said something she instantly regretted. “She’s my Mistress.”

That set him off like a bloodhound. “SHE’S A SWITCH!” He sounded so excited, and Lana couldn’t help but smile. “I was supposed to come to Seattle in two weeks for graduation, but I might come sooner to see her at work as a Mistress.”

“Wait, what?!” she yelped, but then she heard a sudden commotion coming from the other end of the line.

“Hey Lana, I have to go. I’ll see you at the end of the week.”

The second he hung up, Lana jumped out of bed. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” She ran down the stairs and into the office to rummage through the instructional videos that Enzio had made. Just as she was about to run back upstairs, the door opened and she looked up at the woman and smiled before saying, “I need your help.”

***

“Please Enzio, punish me,” she whispered as she looked into his eyes. She missed being under his control. She desperately needed him, and with every breath she wanted him. “Please punish me,” she whispered again as he kissed her neck and slowly moved up to her lips. “I have toys in the nightstand by my bed.”

He took her and spun her around, wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. He leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe before lightly kissing her neck. “No toys,” he whispered. He moved down to her shoulders. “No fake names, Trinity.”

“You know?” she panted.

He pulled her to the bed as she breathed heavily.

“Lusting” (Masked Emotions Book 4), BDSM erotic romance by V.E. Campudoni, is available from Amazon. Click to Purchase. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website: http://www.beautobeau.com.

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July 27, 2016 Posted by | BDSM Erotica, dangerous, dominant and submissive, drama, ebooks, erotic, erotic romance, love stories, male/female erotica, menage, seduction, sensual romance, sexy reads | Leave a comment

Christian Grey by Another Name

Christian Grey by Another Name
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It was the end of innocence as I knew it. At the age of fifteen, I was expected to be a submissive to a dominant. My dominant knew no other way to love or live. His was a love to which I found myself vulnerable, a love for which I was unprepared, and a love which ultimately threatened my survival.

Excerpt:
It was Fifty Shades of Grey decades before the book was released and the movie graced theaters across the globe. As I watched the film during the weekend of its highly anticipated debut, the parallels between Fifty Shades of Grey and my life as a teenager were unbelievable, even to me, and I was unprepared for the reconstruction of events that took place inside my mind as I watched the film in the darkened theater. The feelings came back to me like a hurricane battering the eastern seaboard, the memories like waves pounding mercilessly against the rocks, over and over, images of the past spinning like tornadoes into my conscious mind, followed by days and weeks of flashbacks beating down upon me like punishing rains, marring the beauty of the coast as well as the person I had struggled to become, leaving the aftermath of its wrath to the survivors, such as myself.

On the screen that loomed as large as the wheat fields surrounding my hometown, my life as a teenager in an abusive relationship had been laid bare for the world to witness and enjoy. I never would have dreamed that a movie marketed as romance such as Fifty Shades of Grey would spark memories that I had painstakingly suppressed and evoke emotions which I had fought hard to depress until they had been tucked neatly into a dark and unapproachable corner of my mind. But make no mistake. My story is not that of a romance novel. My story is one of fear, and a kind of love to which I found myself vulnerable at a young age. It was the kind of love for which I was unprepared.

I was fifteen, impressionable, naïve and curious. He was a tall young man, with hair as black as a raven and the darkest eyes I had ever seen. Throughout the coming years, I would try to see behind the deep set eyes, but there was little emotion behind them, as years of abuse had instilled in him a stoicism rarely seen in someone as young as he. His lips were full and soft, and his slender body had not yet thickened to form the broad physique of a grown man. He was sexy in a raw, edgy sort of way, the desire to be refined never a part of him, though he craved respect, a craving that would never be satisfied.

We lived in the small agricultural town of Marysville in northern Kansas, a stone’s throw from the Nebraska state line. It was a typical small town for the region, a little burg nestled in the Heartland of the United States of America, and I learned at a young age that romance and violence are too often intertwined, and love and control too often confused.

***

My willingness to submit to him was what he craved, as in his world, submission was a form of respect. Domination and submission was what he had learned from his father, and it was what he knew. He was Christian Grey and I was expected to be his Anastasia Steele, although the words ‘Dominant’ and ‘Submissive’ had never been spoken nor any contract negotiated. It was sick and twisted, but I had become his possession. I was scared and confused, and as time passed I became paranoid and defensive, like my abuser, as I began to follow the path of least resistance.

The dark secret we shared set us apart from other teenage couples in our hometown. I was Ophelia, defending my Hamlet through the rage and brutality, because I knew what he had been through and what he continued to experience, even as I allowed the insanity to consume me. Reviving Ophelia, however, would prove to be a long and difficult process. Throughout our time together, I defended him despite the brutality I witnessed at his hands.

Christian Grey by Another Name, a true story of love and fear, by K. Lyn, is available from Amazon. Click Here or on Cover Above to Purchase

January 9, 2016 Posted by | Christian Grey, domestic abuse, dominant and submissive, drama, ebooks, true stories | , , , | Leave a comment

Hard as Hell

Hard As Hell
When Kara’s roommate introduces her to a wealthy and charming older man, she has no idea that charm and polite words mean little in his world. When she learns his true motive for desiring her, it appears to be too late to correct her unfortunate mistake of becoming part of his far reaching empire, with his informants willing to do anything for him.

Excerpt:
Kara gasped when she opened a box containing a strand of pearls and diamonds. “Are they real?”

Grant laughed at the naïvete of young Kara. “I will never settle for anything but the real thing.”

The conviction in his voice was on the edge of sinister, and Kara flinched a little at the touch of his finger making its way down her arm. He hooked the pearls at the back of her neck and led her to his bedroom. Behind the closed doors, he lay on the bed and ordered Kara to undress. Kara slid the zipper down in the black dress and looked into the dark brooding eyes of her master. Yes, this man was her master whether she wanted to admit it or not. He was her puppet master and when he pulled her strings, she danced for him.

***

Kara and Denise hurried aboard Grant’s jet and took a seat in the lap of luxury. Kara wondered why she heard the voice of Grant’s driver over the loudspeaker.

“He’s flying this thing?”

“Guess so.” Kara had no idea Grant’s driver was also a pilot, but there was a lot she didn’t know.

The airplane came to a stop with a jolt and the pilot entered the room where Denise and Kara were waiting. “Welcome home, ladies.”

Denise hopped out of her seat, eager to begin the adventure, but Kara noticed the somewhat sadistic, or was it hesitant, smile that formed on the pilot’s face. “Home?”

With the man looming over her, she felt a little fearful of him. His name, she learned, was Drago. He was a big man with broad shoulders and a wingspan that could rival a small aircraft. Kara had done a bit of snooping when Grant was asleep and discovered that Drago had been born and raised in Lithuania when it was part of the Soviet Union, that he had been trained to kill while working for the KGB, and that he loved vodka. He towered over her as he helped her down the steps.

“Grant is waiting at his private estate.”

A streaming light appeared and the magnificence of Grant’s island estate shone brightly. Kara’s breath caught as she took in the sight. The door opened and Grant stood in the entrance with his arms folded. His stance clearly indicated that he thought he was the king of the world. The two young women approached him slowly, as if waiting for some kind of signal from a higher being.

“Come in, ladies.”

Kara nodded, took her friend by the hand, and ran up the steps. “I didn’t know anyone could own an entire island.”

“My dear, Denise, everything is for sale.”

She looked around the interior and nodded. It was Kara who caught the true meaning of Grant’s words.

“Where in the world are we?”

“My privacy is of the utmost importance to me. Relax, my dear, and enjoy the weekend.” Grant opened a bottle of champagne and poured generous glasses. “Drago doesn’t usually partake, but when we’re on the island he can drink as much as he likes.”

Drago nodded as he downed the sparkling liquid in one big gulp.

“How about a tour of your home, Grant?”

Grant looked uneasily at Kara, but then he turned his attention to Drago. “Do me the honors, please. I believe I’ll visit with Denise. You don’t mind, do you, Kara?”

“Not at all.” If the old man was trying to make her jealous, it wasn’t working. Kara wanted him only for his money and nothing more. She was a little fearful, however, when Drago offered his hand, but the way his hand encased hers was somewhat reassuring and she relaxed as he guided her through the private home. The man’s hard exterior seemed to soften as he opened the door to each room. When he passed a door marked ‘private’ Kara asked what was inside.

Drago spoke softly, “Mr. Latham goes there to be alone or sometimes not so alone.”

“I see.”

They moved on, but when they came back around, they heard the deep voice of Grant Latham along with a giggling Denise. Drago stopped, so Kara wouldn’t see, but she saw anyway. The door to the room marked ‘private’ was opened and Grant and Denise went inside, closing the door behind them.

“Do not be upset,” Miss Kara.

“I’m not,” she lied.

Drago led her to a place within the home that was far removed from Grant’s room and motioned toward the photographs along the wall.

“What’s this?”

“Hard as Hell,” erotic romance by K. Lyn, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Coffeetime Romance and Kobo. Website – http://www.beautobeau.com.

June 25, 2015 Posted by | drama, ebooks, erotic romance, love stories, sensual romance | , | Leave a comment

In Love We Trust

In Love We Trust
Trusting in love can be dangerous and deadly, blinding us to reality.

Adonis Rising: When Leah falls in love with a man who shares her interests and dreams, she knows he is the one for her. What she doesn’t know is that he carries with him dark secrets and a past that nearly destroyed him. She tries to understand him, but he pushes her away and into the arms of another man. When this new man learns the identity of Leah’s on again off again lover, he realizes that he, too, is involved in what could be an entanglement of the most dangerous kind.

Black Raven: When Vicki notices a small tear in the wallpaper of her old house, she discovers a hole in the actual wall. Tearing down the thin plaster, she finds a room of thick cement. Searching the internet for information about the houses in her neighborhood, she learns that years ago the area had been part of the Underground Railroad for runaway slaves. With a plausible explanation for the room that seems awkward in its placement, she runs her hands along the cold cement and the faded scribbled names. One appears to be Wilson but the last name is unclear. A voice from behind her booms, “Wilson Jones.” A stunned Vicki turns to see a tall, dark man with full lips and bulging muscles.

Inheritance: When Anya reluctantly agrees to a year on her family’s ranch, a rite of passage by all who are born into the great Brandywine Empire, she expects to be met by a driver in a limousine but instead sees a pickup truck covered with dried mud. As she is helped into the dirty vehicle that smells of manure, she silently curses her father for imposing such hardship upon her, but one look at the sexy cowboy whose hands are on the wheel of the aromatic vehicle and Anya decides that a year away from the arrogant moneyed men of her world may not be so bad.

Scheme Weaver: Sadie believes she has found true happiness when she meets a young veterinarian. Her ex, however, harbors bad feelings toward her and resents her ability to move on without him. When Sadie agrees to visit him in an effort to provide some form of closure for the two of them, she discovers that her ex has become a wealthy man in a very shady business. He makes her an offer that she may not be able to refuse without risking her life or the life of her new lover.

“In Love We Trust,” sensual romance/romantic suspense by K. Lyn, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and Kobo. Print book also available. Website – http://www.beautobeau.com.

November 8, 2014 Posted by | drama, ebooks, erotic romance, first love, iBooks, love stories | | Leave a comment

The Game Master of Somerville

The Game Master
Unable to resist a mystery, Jerry uncovers an on-line gaming site referring to a ‘secret place’ for young people who feel they don’t fit in and a game master who promises them a world where they will belong. When the daily news headline reads, “Pritchett, James (31), Murderer, Escapes from Prison,” Jerry’s mind begins to race, and after a bit of research, he finds more about the elusive Mr. Pritchett. Guilty of murdering the Watts family, he escaped prison and was last seen not far from the city of Somerville. But is the escaped prisoner the game master?

Excerpt:
“What’s this game?” I pointed at the name, “The Clash of Magic and Swords?”

“Beats me,” said Justin. Nick shook his head as well.

“It’s an on-line multi-player strategy game,” said Kate. “It has a lot of fantasy elements in it.”

“People play on-line games,” said Justin. “There’s nothing weird about it.”

He was right. “Look for something else,” I said. I wanted to find something important on Will’s laptop, something that would give us a hint about who had taken him or if he was in contact with someone.

There were pages where Will talked about going out on his own and finding a ‘secret place’ to share with his friends, especially Stephen. I read one of the entries to myself. It was written about six months ago. “I wish I could find a place, a place I could call my own. I would be surrounded by my friends and we would play as long as we wanted. Maybe someday I’ll find it and then I’ll go there.” I read the rest of the pages. William sounded obsessed with finding his own ‘secret place.’ I read an entry that was made a month ago. “I think I’ve found it. Stephen and I came to know about it around the same time. I can’t wait to go there. He said he’ll take both of us. I’m so excited. We are Orphans of the World!”

“Who’s he?” I asked myself. At first I thought it was Stephen, but re-reading the last line again told me there was a third person involved.

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“A Clash of Magic and Swords,” she answered enthusiastically. “I made a lot of friends through this. Have you heard of it?” she asked.

“No…I…” and then I remembered. I had seen the game in both Stephen’s and Will’s history when I was in their rooms. Stephen played the game on his laptop while Will played it on his desktop computer. My mind felt as if it was trying to tell me something but I couldn’t make out what.

“Can you find out how many people in Somerville play this game?” I asked.

Ana nodded at me. “The game has all kinds of stats in it,” she said. “You can know more about the game from here,” she answered, opening a menu for me.

“Thanks,” I said. I looked at the menu in front of me. It had all sorts of information. The final version of the game was made available to the public six months ago. According to the statistics, Ana’s profile showed more than a hundred players from Somerville. There was also a list of different teams or guilds players could join.

My eyes noticed the guild named “Orphans Of The World.”

“That’s a very powerful guild,” said Ana. “It’s very exclusive.”

“Can you show it to me?” I asked.

“We do not belong here. Our place is below the sun and moon. Those of you who wish to join, come open the circle to our world.”

“The Game Master of Somerville”, young adult murder mystery by A.J. Raven, is available from the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Google, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

September 25, 2014 Posted by | Apple, drama, ebooks, mystery, new adult fiction | , , | Leave a comment

Guest House

Romantic Suspense

Romantic Suspense

As the youngest transplant surgeon in the city, Elizabeth Guest is living the dream, but when one of her patients is missing without a trace, her credibility is not the only thing that is in danger. Learning that a doctor with fake credentials dismissed the young man in her care, she begins an extensive search to locate him, but the few clues she discovers lead her on a perilous journey.

Excerpt:
Elizabeth spent the day berating the hospital administrator for allowing a fake physician to get anywhere near one of her patients. “He was critically ill,” she screamed. The administrator said nothing. He nodded his head until she was finished and then quietly told her to leave. “What? Aren’t you going to look into the situation?” “I’m in charge here, Dr. Guest.” He stood up and showed Elizabeth to the door, closed it behind her, and made a quick phone call.

As Elizabeth walked down the hallway and slowly made her way back to where the real work was done, she felt betrayed and helpless. The administrator had treated her like a nonentity. He was new to the hospital, but a number of administrators had come and gone in the last several years. Elizabeth did what was expected of her and left for the day. It was out of character for her not to work overtime, but today she didn’t care.

She walked home and unlocked the door to unfamiliar surroundings. “Jeff?” She looked around at the expensive furniture that had replaced her comfortable chairs and sofa, and the light fixtures of crystal that hung from the ceilings. “Jeff?” She took the stairs as fast as she could, trying to locate him. In her bedroom stood a huge bed. The spread was new, too, a multicolored display that she knew she couldn’t afford. She turned to see a man in a white robe, his hair wet from the shower, and a smile formed from wetted lips. “What did you do?”

“You deserve only the best, Dr. Guest.” With one slow movement, he slid the ties of his robe apart and let the garment fall to the floor. He approached her, his breath warm on her neck. He was strong and sensual, the kind of man Elizabeth had fantasized about. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, the bed he was determined to share with the doctor.

Waking up in the arms of a man was new to Elizabeth, and she lay in bed while Jeff put his culinary skills to work.

“You’re too good to me, young man.”

“Young man, huh? Does that make you my old lady?”

Elizabeth didn’t respond as she stuffed her mouth with pancakes. “I’m off today, want to take in some of the sights?”

“I have a few things I need to take care of, doc. Let’s do the tour of the city another time.”

“Sure.”

“See you later, sweet one,” he said. He grabbed the keys to Elizabeth’s Lexus, leaving her alone. She thought little of it as she went about her day, but as she pulled the spread from the bottom of the bed, Jeff’s cell phone rolled across the floor. She picked it up and noticed a text message lighting up the screen. ‘Dr. G. in yesterday. Meet me soon.’ Elizabeth stared at the screen. It was the hospital administrator, but what was he doing texting Jeff? She was tempted to text back, but if Jeff was on his way to meet with the administrator, he would know that she was the one doing the texting. She looked for old texts, but Jeff was smarter than that. He had deleted them. Elizabeth placed the cell phone on the bedside table and waited for him to return.

Two hours later she heard the front door open and the familiar sound of Jeff’s hurried steps. “Elizabeth, I’m home,” he sang.

“Up here.” She lay on the bed next to the table, hoping for some explanation. “You left your phone.”

“I noticed that.” He picked it up and slipped it into his back pocket.

“Any messages?”

He pulled it out and glanced down at the message. “It’s nothing.” He climbed onto the bed and wrapped himself around her, hoping she would forget about the message that he was certain she had read.

“Guest House,” romantic suspense by K. Lyn, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Kobo, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

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