CharlesEBrown
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Do not recommend (after endless tests it appears I just accidentally put a sleeping pill in with my daily medicine and passed out, somehow, on the neighbor's lawn)... but it did give me some time to write. Finished "Diamond in the Rough" and started on a sequel (yeah, getting ahead of myself a bit). But here's a teaser:
Title: "Blood Diamond"
Synopsis:
“Mister Diamond,” Trevor said, leaning close, “While I do have need of a private investigator, I also hear you are a bit of a monster hunter?” He asked.
I kept my best poker face up and made the tiniest of nods.
“How do you feel about working for one?”
One character sketch:
Dressed in a red minidress so tight it left almost nothing to the imagination, and black shoes with stiletto heels that probably had seen use as stilettos, Jessica McLaughlin was seven foot five inches of attitude in a five-foot seven-inch package, most of it legs. Very nice legs. The kind of legs that could just distract a man from seeing how nice the rest of this bundle of trouble was - ample curves in all the right places, long wavy black hair that fell just past her shoulder blades, full, inviting red lips, a little button nose and violet eyes with lashes that seemed tailor made for flirting.
She glided into the room, took one look at me and said: “He’s cute. Can I keep him, Daddy?” Her voice was deep for a woman’s and a bit throaty but with a touch of velvet - kind of reminded me of an old-time actress named Yvonne DiCarlo.
Title: "Blood Diamond"
Synopsis:
“Mister Diamond,” Trevor said, leaning close, “While I do have need of a private investigator, I also hear you are a bit of a monster hunter?” He asked.
I kept my best poker face up and made the tiniest of nods.
“How do you feel about working for one?”
One character sketch:
Dressed in a red minidress so tight it left almost nothing to the imagination, and black shoes with stiletto heels that probably had seen use as stilettos, Jessica McLaughlin was seven foot five inches of attitude in a five-foot seven-inch package, most of it legs. Very nice legs. The kind of legs that could just distract a man from seeing how nice the rest of this bundle of trouble was - ample curves in all the right places, long wavy black hair that fell just past her shoulder blades, full, inviting red lips, a little button nose and violet eyes with lashes that seemed tailor made for flirting.
She glided into the room, took one look at me and said: “He’s cute. Can I keep him, Daddy?” Her voice was deep for a woman’s and a bit throaty but with a touch of velvet - kind of reminded me of an old-time actress named Yvonne DiCarlo.
