Kindle Edition Download from Apple iTunes (eBook) Download from Smashwords (eBook) Amazon Amazon Barnes and Noble Kobo Category:  Mystery/Suspense Publisher: KDP ISBN-10:  B0DPGWQ7JS Type: Fiction Pages: 249 Copyright: Dec 1, 2024 ISBN-13: 9798869079299 Price: $0.99 (eBook) WHAT GOES ON IN VEGAS...STAYS IN VEGAS KATNESS MEETS MICKEY SPILLANE Captain Jack Davis, LVPD...has a problem. An unique one. The only witness to a mob-style murder is...an alien. All evidence points to this conclusion, at least. Should be interesting, getting her in the witness chair. Captain Jack Davies has a problem. The only witness to a mop-style murder is...an alien. Of course, she isn't really, right? But all the evidence points to one conclusion. So how does he protect this unique witness. Maybe with the help of his close friend and confidant, William Novak, head of the Paranormal/Psychology department at Georgetown University, they can come up with a feasible plan to protect this young woman's life. Or maybe not... Excerpt Weena stared at the man, a little confused by his manner and his request. "Hey, you wanted to dance, right"? He held his arms out to his side, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "The lady wants to dance, she should dance...that's my motto." The 'lady' examined his stance critically. "There is no music." Davis said nothing, merely stepped, closing the space between them. "Give me your hand." He held his right one up. She did not comply, so he reached, securing the small appendage in a firm grip, slipping his palm about her waist, stepping...closer. "...Major Tom does not dance in this manner." The cop could feel her tensing by the second. Jack thought he could waylay that eventuality. "You know, when I was a cop in Jersey." He began without preamble, holding her eyes easily. "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away..." He took a little poetic license. "There was this... 'lady'...for lack of a better term." Weena blinked up at him, her attention taken from the close proximity of their bodies. "She was a regular on the streets. You know what I mean by that?" He checked. "Major Tom speaks of such..ladies, from time to time." "Ah." Davis nodded, continuing. "Well, she used to pass the time between tricks walking up and down the street singing these songs, you know? Old tunes from the past." the man remembered fondly. "She had a set of pipes just as good as Billy Holiday. That was before your time." He conceded. "I mean...this woman could sing! She could have been somebody, but for the breaks in life, I guess." Weena seemed touched by such ironies. Jack felt her fingers grip his more securely. "When I was down or life kicked the shi...eh...crap out of me, which was often in those days. I'd go down to the corner of Elm and Cedar and hang out. Listen to her." the guy nodded minutely, remembering those times. "I'd pay the hourly rate so she wouldn't piss off her pimp." Davis grinned at the statement for he got into trouble several times over the fact. Weena's attention was focused. "People would just stop, ya know? To listen." the man shook a noble head, the fact still amazing him. "That woman's voice could take you places you didn't want to leave. She could transport a guy." He smiled wistfully. "She got me through some bad times. A couple shots of whiskey and Georgina Bailey's rendition of 'At Last'? It didn't get no better than that!" Davis pulled the woman's form to his, fitting her into his embrace. He began to sway gently back and forth, and she followed the movements unconsciously. "My partner and I...Eddie Haines, rolled on a domestic dispute one Saturday night. It was raining...a real downpour! I remember, because...later, when it had sunk in. I thought that it was kinda apropos." the cop's tone softened, his eyes misting over, going back to that horrible time as he often did late at night, when his thoughts weren't guarded. Davis stopped his movements, the memory always just below the surface...waiting. "...Like the Heavens had opened up and the angels were crying their eyes out for...Georgina Bailey." The man swallowed the tightness in his throat, his hand squeezing Weena's a little too tightly. "I don't think I will ever forget..." He fell silent as the visions came. He could stand them now, after so long a time but...the white-hot rage he had felt... "...Her old man had come home drunk." he shook his head. "He slit her throat with a straight razor." Weena's eyes filled with tears which wet her cheeks with each blink. She watched the man's face intently, feeling his pain...sensing his sorrow. "That beautiful throat that sang all those amazing songs." Davis' own voice was poignantly gentle. "I wanted to kill the son-of-a-bitch...just take my fists and beat him to a pulp...just like he had beaten Georgina." Davis closed his eyes, hearing Georgina's sweet voice once again in his head. This time though...something was different. The black woman was smiling at him. Her dark brown eyes filled with joy...peace. He could feel the warmth of Weena's body pressed intimately to his. Her scent surrounded him. It was intoxicating and he wanted to seek out the source of such erotica. And the bad feelings simply...evaporated. Georgina was no longer afraid. She had found happiness. 'Sing with me white boy. I know you want to. I know you can. I 'heared ya'...don't think I ain't heared ya'...let's do one of your favorites in the whole world... Come on, sweet meat...sing with me..." Davis smiled. 'Sweet meat...' She always called him...Sweet meat. 'The very thought of you.. 'And I forget to do 'The little ordinary things 'That everyone ought to do 'You'll never know 'How slow the moments go 'Til I'm near to you... 'I see your face in every flower 'Your eyes in stars above 'It's the thought of you 'The very thought of you 'My...love. Jack Davis leaned his head, his temple brushing against the scented strands of Weena's dark, long hair. The tips of the curls swished softly over the top of his hand, the one resting on the small of her back...as they swayed to the imaginary music. "Do not stop." Weena's soothing voice brought him back to the present. And Georgina's face melted into oblivion. "The words are so beautiful and your voice is...amazing." Davis mentally jerked to awareness. Not embarrassed by his lapse but...surprised to be in such a precarious position. He had never lost it to such an extent before. He must be tired. Weena's head was on his shoulder, and he could feel the sweet breath on his neckline as she breathed. Weena snuggled closer, her arms lifting about his neckline. She sought his eyes, her own issuing an invitation...a very private one. "...Do not stop." her breath smelled of spearmint gum. "Please." Jack, for once, reacted as a man before the 'cop'. His fingers filtered into the silk of her hair, the long curls cool to his touch as it trailed along the curvature of her face. The full pout of her mouth beckoned him forward. He lowered his head, gently brushing her lips with his.

Amazing as always
Amazing as always
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Another great one! I can't wait to see how they get back together. I know he will be delighted for the baby.

Reality is Relative
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Reality is Relative

I didn't think a woman writer could do justice to a Mickey Spillane type of cop but I was wrong. The humor had me from the beginning. I found myself trying not to laugh out loud when I was reading the book. Jack Davis is everyman. He is someone I would call a buddy. Vegas is the place to set such a story because the book is full of weird and wonderful characters that seem to belong in that type of atmosphere. Very well written and enjoyable to read.