“Don’t worry, I’m already dressed for the occasion.” Still, the murder card had been worth a try.
“Good. And, while we’re on the subject, under no circumstances are you to tell my mother about your psychic visions or that you talk to your dead husband’s ghost. Understood?”
Hmm. Two orders in one sentence, and he was using that dictatorial cop tone, too. Obviously the guy felt the pressure with this first “Mom” meeting. Max would have to make an allowance. This time. “I wouldn’t dream of mentioning a thing.”
“My mother wants to know what you’d like for dinner.”
Boy, for a man who didn’t know the meaning of full sentences, he’d used a ton. “I thought she needed a week to clean the house, buy a dress, weed the garden, and plan the menu,” she fired back.
“Yeah, and now she’s down to three choices, chicken, turkey, or steak. What’s your preference?”
Her mouth watered. Witt had previously plied her with chicken and steak. “I vote for turkey.”
“Okay, now we’re square on that, tell me you didn’t see another murder.”
She shook her head despite the fact that he couldn’t see. “I wouldn’t lie about having a vision, even to avoid your mother.”
Another deep, long-suffering sigh. “Max Starr, you’re gonna be the death of me. All right, who got whacked this time?”
“Young woman, late twenties.” She fiddled with the edge of her new suit jacket.
“Location?”
“San Carlos.” The suburb was halfway between San Francisco and San Jose. The drive shouldn’t take him more than twenty minutes in a midweek non-commute hour. “I’m sitting in my car on Garden Street.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, let it out slowly. She almost felt the sound rather than heard it.
“Think you can find me, Detective?”
The Max Starr Series by Jasmine Haynes
Dead to the Max, Book 1
Evil to the Max, Book 2
Desperate to the Max, Book 3
Power to the Max, Book 4
Vengeance to the Max, Book 5
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Invitation to Seduction Excerpt
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Invitation to Seduction
Open Invitation, Book 1
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes
Cover design by Rae Monet Inc
Previously published in 2006 in the Open Invitation anthology
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When her best friend drags her out to a bachelorette party, Debbie Carter knows one thing for sure—this will be the last time she'll try to attract the opposite sex. She's learned the hard way that she isn't desirable anymore. But when she flirts with a man at The Sex Club, she gets far more than she bargained for, and the game she plays soon turns to obsession for the fire in one man’s touch. Will she have to choose between the love of her life and her secure, safe, yet intolerable existence.
Stephen Knight enters the club looking for the woman he has fallen for over email and through her art work. She's everything he's ever dreamed of and seeing her in the flesh makes him desire her physically as well. As her passion comes to life in his arms, Stephen's lust turns to love. Wanting far more from her than a few nights of seduction, can he make her believe in forever?
Excerpt
“It’s a veritable mansion.” Virginia, seated in the backseat, rolled down her window. For the outing, she’d worn a peach silk suit, the skirt covering her to her knees. Next to Stacy, and Debbie in her sexy borrowed skirt and blouse, Virginia looked like a maiden aunt. Yet this place had been her choice, though Debbie thought The Sex Club was way out of character for Virginia.
Set amid a grove of eucalyptus at the end of a long, sloping drive, with the moon providing the only illumination, the house looked like something out of a Vincent Price movie. A hulking behemoth over three stories high, with dormer windows at presumably the attic level. No lights filled any of the windows. No valet parking attendants swarmed about the wide stone porch. Not a single living soul moved; not even a curtain flickered.
“It’s so quiet,” Virginia said, “it’s almost creepy.”