After the Master is shot, the shroud of mystery surrounding him thickens. There is one person who knows his true identity and he has vowed to protect the Master until his dying day. But the enemy of all enemies arrives in Canada to deal with the Master in his own way. Carefully kidnapping him, he places the Master in a wooden crate without food or water for several days as they journey to a destination unknown to the Master. When they reach their destination, the Master is greeted by someone he thought he would never have to face again, and welcomed to hell. No one knows if time will run out for the Master before he can be rescued and his true identity revealed.
Vladimir smiled with cruelty. The Master had tried to foil their plan many times. Since Julian’s arrest, Ryzdul became nearly obsessed with capturing the Master. They tried often to locate him or access his files, but the European Community kept his files in absolute secrecy. Thus, they didn’t know the Master’s real name. With Julian, Iain, and Vallen, Vladimir determined how to proceed and he became annoyed with his partners who only wished to grab their sex toys. As for Vladimir, his only goal was to capture the Master and bring him to Ryzdul. Derek would be an asset to help Vladimir obtain information from the Master. Thus, Vladimir decided to join Julian and wait for Derek’s return. Luck was on Vlad’s side, as Derek showed up sooner than they had expected. Vladimir ordered Derek to call the Master, otherwise Derek’s brother would be beaten. Derek dutifully obeyed, and after that Vlad strangled Derek slowly. Even though Derek didn’t beg for his life, Vlad knew he would when the actual pain began. Then Vlad would stop worrying about producing visible marks of torture and would only focus on causing pain at the place Ryzdul prepared for the Master. Lost in sweet thoughts, Vlad almost forgot where he was when the door opened and the Master finally appeared in front of him. For the first time, Vladimir smiled as he watched the surprise on the Master’s face when he recognized Vladimir. No one would expect that would come to Canada to get involved in a mission like this one.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person after all these years, Master,” Vladimir said, kneeling near Derek to push his gun threateningly against his head.
This is the second of three books in the Master of Criminals series.
“Master of Criminals – Under Siege,” a gripping international crime novel by A.J. Reyes, is available in the Apple iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, Google Play, All Romance ebooks, Sony, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon.
A group of hackers is attempting to defraud the Canadian banking system. Investigations conducted by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), the O’Unit (Ontario), are inconclusive since this particular type of fraud is unheard of. The Superintendent of the Department of Electronic Fraud, Derek Savill, receives an unexpected and well written e-mail signed by a certain Master of Criminals stating that he needs to speak with him regarding the course of his investigations. Derek does not take the e-mail seriously and continues to work with his team mate and best friend, Adam. That night, however, when Derek arrives home, an intruder is waiting for him. Derek is hit in the head, blindfolded, and cuffed to his own bed. The stranger informs him that on that same night he will kidnap one of Derek’s brothers. Oddly, the criminal assures Derek that his brother will be treated well as long as Derek meets his requirements regarding the course of his investigations. The Master of Criminals is elusive, intelligent, and not who he appears to be.
Master of Criminals is an action packed, gripping international crime story.
The signatory named himself Master of Criminals. Due to Derek’s profession and his excellent investigation results, however, he received hundreds of threats. Normally the threats were not as refined or well written as the one he received that morning, as they only stated that he would be killed. Sometimes the different manners of his supposed death were even described. The respectful tone of the threat ignited a tiny flame of curiosity in his mind.
“Derek, they attacked again.”
“Who was the target this time?” Derek asked blankly.
“A socialite. Her name is,” Adam consulted his notes and added, “Charlene Harrison.”
This one was famous, Derek realized, as he recognized her name from newspapers and magazine covers. The case was maddening since Adam never had trouble finding flaws in others’ procedures or arguments. This case defied their abilities in different ways, such as the apparent lack of failures, the poor connection between the victims, the inventive methods, and the new employee lent to their department by the technical area.
The gang, as it appeared to be the work of much more than one man, so far had attacked only wealthy women across the Canadian territory. Systematically they stole their data and banking passwords and relieved all funds they might have deposited. The traditional means of tracking electronic fraud had not worked and this case astonished them all. No spyware, sniffers, or Trojan horses. Not a malware in SQL. Not an evidence of cloning sites or phishing e-mails or known scams. Up to now they failed to locate the source of the fake IP. How had they done it? To complicate everything even further, among the victims there were no known connections, other than the fact that they were all loaded women. To make everything worse, the case had fallen into the interest of the press, which caused their superior to determine it a priority.
The modus operandi was always the same. All the funds were transferred, although the encrypted data stored in the financial systems remained the same. Despite this, the hacked financial institutions didn’t seem to know where the funds were transferred to, as the internal codes were switched. It was as if the money had never existed. It had already happened four times, with different women and different independent financial institutions. Derek had considered internal involvement and interrogated numerous employees, without success.
This is the first of three books in the Master of Criminals series.
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Vic’s parties are well known for their unusual characters, attracting extreme risk takers and the sadomasochistic types. This time when the guests arrive, scantily clad men in cages is one of the least unusual sights on the night of what Victor has called the event.
Nigel kicked his shoe against the doorframe. “So, what is it this time, Victor? An orgy, perhaps the twisted threesome you dredged up last year? You knew that third one was a woman and I ruled out anything with ‘lady parts’ in middle school.”
When Nigel entered the town’s Grand Central Station that Saturday night, otherwise known as Victor’s place, in a mask that Victor had practically forced him to wear, he realized instantly that he was grossly underdressed. The crowd was decked out in the most bizarre costumes that Nigel had ever seen. He didn’t recognize anyone, but that was nothing new for Victor’s parties. Who knew where he found these guys?
When he noticed a scantily clad man pathetically struggling behind what appeared to be roped bondage, Nigel moved forward to get a better look at the peculiar sight, lifting his mask and setting it on top of his head. Victor had certainly outdone himself tonight. The man was joined by several other men, all with elaborately crafted masks to conceal their identities.
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Erotic stories of hot sex in wild places…on a plane ride home, with old man Adams, with a midnight stranger, on an unusual amusement ride, in public places…and much more.
After too many days and nights of heat and humidity, the air was cool enough tonight to sleep with the window open. Marty slid the glass and propped it open with the sawed off part of a tree trunk his old man had given him. The only threat to him in his apartment on the fifteenth floor was a bird flying in and pecking him to death. He fell asleep quickly. The recent heat had seemed to drain every ounce of energy from his tired body.
He thought he was dreaming when a gentle breeze blew across his body, blowing the sheet upward and exposing his hot naked body to the air. It made him shiver until he felt the heat from the hand that gripped his thigh. The warmth felt good and his shivering body relaxed as the hand crept upward. Marty’s thighs parted and he moved against the bed, back and forth, feeling the tension in his body heighten. He felt smooth lips and soft kisses move upward along his back. He turned his head and sighed and opened his eyes slightly. Then he panicked. He tried to sit up, but the stranger held him to the bed, this man who had dared to enter his bedroom.
“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Who are you?” he dared.
“I’m your midnight lover, Marty.”
“How do you know me?”
The man wore a mask and Marty could see only his eyes, but he was certain that he had never met him. The voice he did not recognize. He tried to turn onto his back, but still his midnight lover would not allow it.
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For as long as he can remember, ballet has been Matt’s passion. As he walks along the street feeling rejuvenated and on a high from his first class and from having been admired by a much younger man, he thinks about the night he met Gabe. Gabe was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Their mutual attraction had been instantaneous. Gabe was a find and before Matt knew it they had become lovers. As he continues on his way home, Matt thinks about the man in his dance class and he wonders what the young man could possibly see in a man of his years. Perhaps in becoming a part of the young man’s future, Matt is trying to find redemption from his own past, a past which continues to haunt him.
As he watched Derek’s steps, Matt found the young man’s form sensually stirring. Singularly handsome in repose, Derek became electrifying when he flew across the floor in a series of grand jetes, then like a falcon coming to rest landing noiselessly in a deep plie, his smile radiant. Matt ached to be involved again in a love life more than in day dreams. Derek had assumed a featured role in his recurring sexual fantasies.
In their air-conditioned cabin at water’s edge, they lay naked on the bed with their fingertips idly tracing teasing patterns on each other. Turning on his side, Matt draped his leg over Derek’s stomach and followed the furrows of his ear with the tip of his tongue.
“I feel so relaxed. There’s nothing like a day in the sun and the sea.”
“And an afternoon of sex,” Derek said in a husky, put on voice.
“I don’t know exactly what you might see in an older man…or want for that matter. But whatever it is, I know you’ve done something for me.”
“You’ve stopped the clock…and I’ll do anything in the world for you.”
Derek didn’t respond as he leaned over and gazed into Matt’s eyes, and then without saying anything he kissed him gently on the lips.
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Dylan meets a man on the beach after he witnesses the stranger’s unfortunate rendezvous with a swarm of jellyfish. He looks like something out of a bad science fiction movie, covered with an unholy mess of jellyfish tentacles and stings. As Dylan picks the tentacles from the man’s body, the two men discover they have much in common, and soon afterward a sensuous romance begins. Passionate lovers and young scientists devoted to understanding the nature of genetics, the two men cannot imagine life without the other, but neither knows what the future holds, or does he?
As I reached for my towel, I stole a glance at him. As he pulled off his shirt and pants, I couldn’t help but gawk. He has to be a newbie tourist. His white alabaster body was a dead giveaway, along with his ‘fer shure’ hotel towel. He was so hot that it didn’t matter. I tried to ignore him and look busy, when he turned towards me. Our eyes locked briefly, and then he nodded and went about his business. I shrugged mentally and made myself comfortable, or tried to. It didn’t last, as I felt an ominous change in his emotions. He smiled and walked down to the water line. Something felt wrong. He looked out at the grey oily ocean and ran into the water, jumping the surf before diving headlong into the waves.
Is he nuts? Doesn’t he see the jellyfish?
Instinctively, I pulled on my clam diggers and shirt, and ran like a striped assed ape after him, clearing a path through the jellyfish. All the way out to him, a sense of urgency bordering on panic dogged me. When I got to him he was wrapped up in six or seven good-sized Portuguese Man O’ Wars and thrashing about wildly, which only made matters worse. My heart was pounding like a trip hammer as I wrestled him back to the beach. He looked like something out of a bad science fiction movie, covered with an unholy mess of jellyfish tentacles and stings.
“May I take a shower? I smell disgusting!”
“You don’t stink to me, but you can shower on one condition: that I shower with you,” I said with a wink and a grin.
Well, more of a leer.
That was the first of what would be many great showers; something we still do. Since this was the first time either of us had truly made love, we wanted to make it last. As we kissed, I closed my eyes and gently played my fingers over the taut skin of his back and flanks. His skin was silky soft over the tight hard muscles. I pulled away from him far enough to look into his vibrant blue eyes before I slid around his body to press up against his back. He let out a big sigh as he reached around me to hold me closer. I spent several minutes washing all around the objects of my desire, while avoiding them directly, for awhile anyway.
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Former child star RJ Stone has made the transition from kid actor to having a huge career in major movies as a young adult. Handsome, talented, and not the brightest bulb on the string, he is sweet, kind, and smart enough to follow the directions of his crack staff.
Roman heads up public relations and basic living skills, teaching RJ things like putting soiled clothing into a hamper, as in real life there is no wardrobe department.
Silent, sexy (and deadly) Roy is in charge of security for the star, keeping stalkers at a distance and a secret to himself.
Lupe runs everything else home related, from cooking and cleaning to rotating food out of the freezer, which leads Roman chasing across LA to retrieve what could be a very embarrassing item if it turned up as a spot on TMZ or Entertainment Tonight.
From neighbors who resent living next to the star, to a possible black market poultry ring and some of his staff finding love in all the wrong places, the life of RJ Stone is overflowing with Star Power.
Roman Wilson, RJ’s assistant – that’s me. Meaning, I’m also his teacher, stalker tender, companion, hand holder, sometimes friend, and frequently, reverse pimp.
Yeah, I know. What is a reverse pimp?
See, my employer, one of America’s little sweethearts, has a huge schlong he would dip into every man and woman he met in place of a handshake if he could. Oh, RJ isn’t gay or even bi. He’s just a horny little toad who has been so isolated from the rest of the world and how it works that he doesn’t know that not everyone gets pie and ‘a little something extra’ for dessert just because they are in the movies.
I had just fallen into a light sleep when my phone rang, making me jump bolt upright like it was the Bat Signal being shot into the sky. I had the phone to my ear when all I heard was a scared, anxious RJ managing to get out “Help!” I got him calmed down enough to know that he was not bleeding and that he was not out in public. If he was drunk or on anything, the shock of whatever was going down was killing his buzz.
“Stop talking, take a deep breath, and calm down,” I commanded. “Now tell me where you are and what’s going on.” The part of town I ended up in was seedy and run down. I left the car and made my way through a maze of alleys to a small dark house with the number on it that RJ had given me.
The door was swung open a crack by a shivering RJ. Without lecturing, I followed him through the silent house to a bedroom in the back. From a lamp beside the bed I could see that the room was disheveled, drug paraphernalia spread out on the small night stand. The only thing that made the scene more unpleasant was the still figure lying across the rumpled tangle of bed covers. Slipping my fingers to his wrist, I checked for a pulse while RJ trembled in a corner of the room. After a moment of futile fumbling, I was certain the guy was dead, so I dropped his wrist and reached into my pocket for my phone.
“NOOOOOOO!” RJ howled like a wounded animal, snatching at my telephone and wrapping his fingers around it.
“Give me the phone,” I said with gritted teeth.
“Can’t we just fix it?”
“He’s not a watch, RJ; he’s a dead guy,” I said softly, patience wearing thin as I reached out slowly for the phone, hoping not to startle him.
“C’mon man, you can take care of this.” There was a pause as the sexy young actor looked at me thoughtfully, then smiled. “I’ll give you one of my cars.”
“Just give me the phone please, RJ.”
“Can’t we just leave him?”
“We could, but we aren’t going to.”
“You know I’ve had sex with a lot of people,” he began as a sudden change of course, curling the corner of his lip in the practiced seductive way I had seen employed many times, “but you’ve never hit on me. Ever wondered what it would be like?”
“Star Power”, romantic fiction packed with humor and action, by James Brock, is available in the Apple iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print (including large print) from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
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A beautiful five-star resort in the Pocono Mountains is the setting for the grand wedding of sexy Soap Opera star, Ricardo Santiago, and his fiancée. The wedding planner in charge is Madison County, a hefty and outspoken woman, and a fashion disaster in a blue satin blouse tucked into a baggy pair of white linen slacks over blue open-toed wedges. She lurks over her uproarious followers like the Evil Queen from a child’s nightmare. As the many bridesmen arrive, each brings unique drama, with an older man and his boy toy only a sampling of the eclectic mix. The entire resort quickly becomes a media free-for-all with camera crews, television reporters and mobs of parasitic fans slithering about, and one particularly obnoxious reporter eager to uncover the many skeletons in the closets of the wedding couple and stake her claim to media fame. With her sharp eye and even sharper tongue, she hunts the audience like a starving king cobra looking for its prey.
With its over-the-top drama, humor, and truths uncovered, both good and bad, “Bridesmen of Madison County” is a heartwarming novel of extraordinary people living extraordinary lives.
The front door of T.J. Bookers swung open with a mighty force. The gust of cold winter air toppled the magazine rack near the checkout counter.
“Is it me or are these Twi-hards getting younger and younger every day?” laughed Shannon O’Rourke. “Bring the equipment in, boys. You can set up the cameras when that entire little sideshow leaves.” Shannon snapped her compact shut and smacked the strawberry flavored gloss over both lips. She stood perfectly still, except for her head, which hunted the audience like a starving king cobra looking for its prey. It wasn’t long before the hard-hitting journalist spotted the familiar face of Evan Merck, and released her venom. “Oh look, it’s Twinky Dinky. Where are the rest of the tubbies and your bunk buddy, Father Time?”
“Let me tell you something, Hagatha. I may be a ‘twinky’, but at least my dinky has seen a hell of a lot more action than your old, dried-out, cobweb collector,” Evan retorted.
Evan Merck was an attractive twenty-two-year-old with light red hair and eyes the color of a tropical ocean that he would use to melt the most evil of hearts. The young man benefited from a beautiful smile and a gym fed body which he offered to both the gentlemen and the young ladies.
Madison County rode in the back seat of the Lincoln Town Car hollering into her smartphone at a former client. The hefty woman with her newly processed pink highlights took a deep breath and popped a lemon Jolly Rancher into her mouth. “Why do I always seem to get hired only by drama queens and lunatic lesbians?” Madison vented to the driver. Madison County had a tall stature, with auburn hair highlighted with pink streaks and worn in what could only be described as a crushed beehive. Her oval face and bright red lips rested atop linebacker shoulders. She was carrying a pair of double D’s that she strutted high and proud underneath her dreadful attempt at fashion. Madison wore a blue satin blouse that tied high around her neck tucked into a baggy pair of white linen slacks over blue open-toed wedges. The final nail in the project scumway disaster was the faded blue wool blazer and the fifties styled horn-rimmed glasses that had some guests questioning the true sexuality of the wedding planner.
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A renegade vampire arrives in a small Ohio town bent on destroying a colony of mutant vampires (neither fully vampire nor fully human), which he believes to be an inferior disgrace to the true vampire race. The renegade Volter hopes to expose the mutants by turning the blame for his ensuing bloody rampage upon them, hoping they will be destroyed by the citizens once their identity is revealed. When a local amateur detective and his friends become involved in the fight to eradicate Volter, they discover very quickly that Volter is a formidable force not easily defeated.
Filled with humor, horror, adventure, thrills and chills, this is a vampire story unlike any other.
Volter had major plans for the evening, and he began with the roller coaster called “The Snapper.” He snuck into the back of the ride and positioned himself to leap into the last car as the ride filled. A scrawny high school kid balked at being seated next to Volter, but the ride attendant forced him to sit there. The boy gave Volter nervous glances as the ride got underway. Volter had prepared his little surprise for when the cars reached the very top of the first incline before rapidly plunging below. Arching over the apex was a large lighted sign that read: THE SNAPPER – For the thrill of a Lifetime! Just as the car reached the top, Volter snatched the kid next to him from under the security bar, and with a quick twist snapped his neck. Volter leapt from the car as it hesitated before plunging to its first fall, and strung the body from a light bar extending from the sign, awaiting the next cars of the roller coaster to discover his gruesome trophy.
His next little jest was at “The House of Horrors”, a ride through a dark and spooky haunted house. Volter arrived at the vampire display and he could hear the cars starting out at the beginning of the ride with the screams of the delighted patrons. He hid and waited for the cars to reach his station. As the cars passed and the riders ducked and screamed, Volter reached into the last car and pulled out a pretty blond girl that would fit the dungeon décor to a T. He quickly dispatched her with a bloody rip of her neck, and detached the fake victim from the mechanical vampire. He masterfully inserted his new, and very real, victim to the Fun House Vampire, and waited with great anticipation for the next ride to come by to see how masterfully he had recreated the display.
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Office and Construction Workers, Frat Guys and Farm Boys; Bedtime stories for guys who don’t wanna go right to sleep.
“Are you serious?” Javier grinned as he handed the invitation back to me. “You’d pay me two hundred bucks to pretend I’m your boyfriend for this ceremony? I just have to go to Chicago for the weekend – hotel and food on you – and hang on you at the reception?
“Yep. No kissing or groping, just flirt like you mean it and hold my hand now and then. You in?”
“That’s half a car payment, man. I’m in!” My sexy Puerto Rican coworker laughed as he stuck his wide hand out and grabbed mine. “See, I ain’t afraid of holdin’ hands with no guy!”
The following Saturday the ceremony went just as I had hoped. The couple walked down the aisle, words were exchanged, then the ballroom was opened for a huge sit down dinner. I got to introduce Javier, who thoughtfully nuzzled into me at just the right second, as my ex let his eyes rove up and down my sexy “date” without a clue that the sexy Puerto Rican was as straight as a Marine DI was supposed to be.
Later, much later, we stumbled back to the room, not drunk, but buzzed enough to make us both happy.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve wanted to mess around for a long time. This just made it convenient.” Javier smiled as his fingers ran down the length of me.
Leaning back against the wall, I could do nothing but sigh deeply as Javier worked me over.
Waking with a start, my mind quickly processed the fact that a long warm body was pressing up against my back. Swimming through the dark haze of sleep that clouded my mind, I let myself relax against the rhythmic breathing and warm skin against mine as I focused on what was going on.
After a two week climb of Denali, the tallest mountain in North America, our gay climbing group had flown back in from the base camp to Talkeetna, Alaska. We had been lucky to get the last few rooms and we had to double up, me sharing with Peter, a tall sweet blond who was now absently nuzzling against me. Not that I minded. My lover had left six months earlier and it felt good to have a strong arm around me. We were all exhausted and I doubted that Peter was even aware of what he was doing. But I did hope I was wrong at the same time.
Shifting slightly, I was trying to get comfortable when Peter yawned lightly, then gripped me tightly again before groggily coming to. “You feel nice,” he sighed as he shifted his arms into a circle around my upper chest and began to stroke a thumb down over my forearm. “Don’t know how Richard could have walked away from this.”
“We had a good climb, huh,” I whispered nervously.
“Yeah, but I haven’t been able to think of anything but climbing you the whole time,” he whispered as he nuzzled his freshly shaved face alongside mine.
“Peter, I’ve got to say something you may think is stupid but it’s true and before we go on…,” I started, my body trembling at his touch.
“Don’t, worry. We’ll play safe,” he interrupted.
“That’s not it. It’s just that the only guy I was ever with was Richard.”
“Then I’ll be gentle.”
“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t be…,” I grinned back.
“Really, nobody else? That makes you almost a virgin,” the blond whispered as he pressed his wind burned face down to mine for a fast kiss.
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