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- Peace in the Storm
Six degrees of separation bridge the gap between the sane and the insane.
Alex Carlysle is a savvy homicide detective highly respected among her peers and on the fast track to make Captain. When her lover becomes the latest victim in a series of brutal murders, the investigation of the killings becomes personal for her. Not only has she lost the only man who ever understood her, but also catching the killer could be the break she has been waiting for concerning her career.
Jade on the other hand resides on the opposite side of the law, abiding by a different set of rules. Instead of enforcing the law, she is the thorn in its side. Motivated by an urge for revenge, she is a sexy enigma of a serial killer who taunts the police just for the pleasure of it while devouring her prey in the process.
As the hunter becomes the hunted, two women, both at the top of their game are destined for a head-on collision with each other. But the thrill of the pursuit is not the only tie that binds them; they are also both driven by blood shed and a chain of circumstances that began in the subconscious mind.
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A shadowy figure walked in a prowling manner on the other side of the frosted, double doors which were the gateway to Dr. Morris’s kingdom. The distraction prompted the doctor to look at the vintage clock on the wall for the first time in over sixty minutes.
"Wow. Where did the time go? It seems that our session is over Detective Carlysle, but I think we have made some real progress here today; wouldn’t you agree?" Her voice was full of hope and the corners of her smile revealed her to be a believer in sunny outcomes.
"If you say so Doc. It’s been real, I’ll give you that much." That was all I could muster to say in support of our session.
Dr. Morris’s enthusiasm was hers and hers alone.
"Same time next week Doc? Next time I’ll let you drive. Backseat drivers, even the shrink types, get on my nerves; you might as well take the wheel, I’ll go where you lead."
My words are a bit of sarcasm only understood between the two of us.
"As long as we get to our destination what does it matter who drives?" She winked back.
I gave her a half-hearted wave goodbye over my shoulder as I made my way out of her office, passing the reception area on my way towards the exit doors to the real world.
"Give me about five more minutes to get ready before you come in." Dr. Morris addressed her comments to her next patient; a beautiful, young woman sitting right outside the office doors.
We both knew she had been the figure that walked passed the frosted glass a few minutes earlier signifying the end of my session. She had been the clue that my time was over and that I had spilled into the time of another.
I couldn’t help but stare at Dr. Morris’s next patient.
My eyes meet the hazel pigment of hers and instantly the air changed. Her beauty began to suffocate the room, making it difficult for me to breathe.
Something about her was over the top in forcing me to stop and stare. I’m not gay, but her presence made me wish I were.
For an instant, I was jealous of the extremities, fingers and lips included, that had the pleasure of entering the kingdom between her hips and thighs.
She was beyond gorgeous. —Just attractive for no rhyme or reason and even the air around her smelled of an arrogant confidence that she knew it.
The kind of beauty that words cannot describe. The atmosphere around her seemed to seductively crawl in perpetual slow motion in unison with her movements.
I stopped a minute in my steps absorbing her aura. As I resumed my stride, I thought of how even the white flower in the right side of her hair seemed to be an unneeded accessory, almost an intruder to her natural beauty. But I soon recognized that its placement had a way of making already flawless skin glow that much more, if such a deed was possible.
My attempts to avoid extended glances and envious stares were unfruitful. I couldn’t help myself as I did a double take. Something about her seemed oddly familiar and whispered comfort and connection to my soul.
My mind felt as if I knew her. An inventory of my mental Rolodex quickly suggested I didn’t. She was soothing to me and her consoling beauty was to blame. Our eyes connected for a moment. Instead of turning our glances away from one another as women often do in awkward moments; we let our eyes linger. Our minds and souls joined even though she and I had no idea why. As I closed the door of the reception area behind me and walked out into the rest of my day, I looked back at her and wanted to ask…
What demon is someone as beautiful as you, dancing with today?