By Shandra Miller
Angela Martin is like everyone else. She wants acceptance. Love. Passion.
For five years she’s lived with the pain of knowing her husband cheats on her. She’s dealt with the heart-rending rejection by rebuilding her life around her work, becoming the first woman detective in the history of the Moose Creek, N.C., police department.
Then she stumbles upon him. A man who reawakens desire, who makes her feel more alive than she believed possible by pulling her into a world of bondage and dominance, devotion and trust taken to a new level, fear mingling with desire, a craving stronger than any drug.
Soon women start turning up dead in Moose Creek, bound and tortured, tied in ways that Angela finds startling familiar. Angela’s heart tells her that her newfound love cannot be the killer, her detective instincts tell her otherwise, and her obsession with this new lifestyle draws her back to him, even at the risk of her life.
LETHAL OBSESSION is a tale of sex and bondage, love and fear, desire and suspicion, with an ending that will leave you breathless, craving more.
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An excerpt from LETHAL OBSESSION:
Angela took a deep breath, exhaled, then opened the door and stepped in.
She felt the blood drain from her face, the strength leave her legs. She stumbled, grabbed the door handle for support. It wasn’t enough. Her knees buckled and she leaned her body against the door jamb. Angela closed her eyes. Do not pass out. Do not lose it. She flinched when a hand touched her shoulder.
It was Tank, and his voice – his touch – brought Angela back to her senses. She stood straight and turned away, facing back toward the parking lot.
“You okay?” he asked, surprise in his eyes.
Get a grip. Moose Creek was a small town – a fourth of its entire police force stood before Angela – and she was the first woman ever hired outside of a clerical deputy. She had worked hard, taken on all the most difficult cases that managed to spring up in their town, went through the toughest training courses she could find, and it had paid off. Angela had the respect of her chief, even the awe of some of the younger officers, yet she still carried a small chip on her shoulder. Crimes were not supposed to bother her, and she worked hard at showing no reaction….
…Angela braced herself and turned back inside.
Across the room the nude body of a woman hung. Her arms were stretched overhead, wrists bound together and then tied to a metal loop driven into the ceiling. A scarf was tied around her head, acting as a blindfold, and another gagged her, holding what looked to be another balled-up piece of cloth deep in her mouth.
A tremble ran through Angela’s body. Just do your job. She looked around. It was a bare room – bed undisturbed, small cheap desk against one wall, next to a low chest of drawers. On that set a television, blaring some music video channel.
Angela pulled two latex gloves from her pocket and put them on. Carefully, so as to offer minimal disturbance to the scene, she walked across the room, stopping to take the remote from where it set on top of the television. She clicked a button to see what channel it was on, checked to see the last channel it had been on, then clicked the mute button. She turned back to the victim and stepped to her.
Dried mascara lined her face. She had cried. From the look of her face she had cried a lot. Angela struggled to focus, to think, flashbacks playing through her head, the feeling of dread, of helplessness, of seeing nothing but darkness, hearing nothing but the sound of her own muffled voice and the slap of leather against her body.
Angela stepped around behind the woman – red marks crisscrossed her buttocks, the back of her legs, a couple snaking their way around her hip to the front. Angela felt faint, ghost-pain stings from her own butt surfacing in her mind. And, despite her fear, and revulsion of what she was now investigating, from somewhere inside she felt…arousal at the memory of her own experience….
About Shandra Miller
Shandra is a mid-western gal who left home at 16 and never looked back. Eventually she made her way to Florida, worked for three years as a carnie and another three with a circus — yes, a real, live, honest-to-god circus. Traveled all through the South and Mid-Atlantic, town to town, on the road eight months at a time.
Now she’s a small-town office girl, filing papers, answering the phone. She doesn’t own a cell phone or a TV, she takes long walks at night, lies in the grass in the day time and watches the clouds go by, and she writes erotica. Blazing hot erotica. And mystery stories dripping with lust, sex and suspense.
LETHAL OBSESSION is her debut novel. Her short stories PRIVATE DINING and ROOM SERVICE, both part of the TIDES INN EROTIC TALES series; and JENNIFER LOST and JENNIFER BOUND (part of the Ville D’Esclavage TALES) are all available on Amazon.com.
You can follow Shandra at shandramillerwriter.blogspot.com, @shandramillerwr on Twitter, and at https://www.facebook.com/shandra.miller.52
You can also join her March Lethal Obsession blog tour at https://www.facebook.com/events/160648374086892/ — There you’ll find contests and giveaways, and a chance at winning a $20 Amazon gift card and an e-copy of all of her published fiction! Details on the giveaways will be posted soon.