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Thriller author and Political Columnist, Martha Randolph Carr, is the author of “Wired”. It’s a murder thrill ride with bodies popping up everywhere!
Read a small excerpt:
Charlie stared at Mary Elizabeth’s back through the little bit of light coming in through the window. Didn’t mean to knee her, but then didn’t exactly pull back once he realized she was closer than he though. He felt her body stiffen instantly and saw her move away from him. His stomach backed up a little and a bitter, hot taste entered his mouth, mixed with a small giddiness. That must have really given her back a little twang, he thought.
He hated the way she slept with her back to him. Couldn’t even cuddle around her like a spoon. Every time he tried she’d complain that he was on her hair or was breathing hot air right into her face, or something. Now when he’d get the urge he’d think twice and stare at her back. Some people stared out windows or at least into empty space. Charlie stared at Mary Elizabeth.
This morning he woke up with a different kind of urge. He knew that if he got up and peed it would subside but it wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to hold Mary Elizabeth and move inside of her. He really wanted her to move back but the light seemed to intimidate her. She wouldn’t even look into his eyes. And after jabbing her like that she’d probably find the nerve to just flat out refuse him.
Good morning, sweet baby, he could mumble in her ear and try to wedge his hand down between her legs. Give her little kisses on the side of her face. Good morning. She would stiffen, tuck her chin down, and tell him no. No, like, you understand why, no. Better not to start.
You catch her in the darkness though, especially the pitch dark, ain’t-nobody-moving-dark and the tables were turned, thought Charlie. Sometimes he’d been in a deep sleep and felt something holding onto his penis, warm and tight. The first time it happened he felt absolute terror but when he felt the sudden fall of hair against his thighs and realized it was Mary Elizabeth, he felt awe.
He’d barely see her every time, staring down at him in the darkness. Feel her steady an arm, looking for support. Breasts rubbed against his legs, his body, never a face looking up toward him. And when he came in a long push and in her mouth no less, she stretched herself out and climbed back to her side, her left side. Didn’t say a word.
Occasionally in the darkness she mounted him, her feet firmly planted on either side of his hips and he felt the slap of her bottom rhythmically hitting each thigh. He loved that feeling, and it made him want to touch her body. Feel his way around in the blackness, but he knew. This was her show. Better to just leave it alone.
Anyway, he thought, his eyes refocusing on the back of her cotton nightgown, his mind coming back to the present, not now. Nope.
He swung his legs around to his side of the bed and gave the old four poster bed a bounce as he pushed off. He knew that would get under her skin too.
Why do I do stupid shit like that? Who knows, who cares.
He walked over to the pair of shorts he’d left on the rocking chair and slid them on, careful to tuck everything inside.
Once he’d been in a hurry and the smallest amounts of skin got nipped by the zipper. That’s all, nipped. He did a high-steppin’ two step all around the bedroom with his eyes shut so tight he could see white light. That time, Mary Elizabeth stared at him.
The air felt a little warm already. It was mid-June. The floor was a little cool under his feet, but Charlie could tell. Another muggy Saturday and a yard to mow, oooh, boy. Matthew met him in the hallway his hair was sticking out in the back and he was wearing just his underwear. Some cartoon warrior snarling on the seat of them surround by gold glitter. All of his underwear was like that. Mary Elizabeth refused to buy him white shorts.
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Fatal February is the first in the Mary Magruder Katz crime novel series by retired Miami circuit court judge, Barbara Levenson. This is the perfect book for anyone who loves drama, romance, murder and suspense all wrapped into one book.
The story begins with Mary Magruder Katz being rear-ended on the way out of the car wash, by a handsome stranger that turns into a romance as steamy as the Miami Beach setting. An impromptu tryst with the handsome stranger in her law office leads to not only the loss of her job but the end of her longtime engagement to a fellow lawyer.
As Mary begins to build her practice from the ground up, she finds herself involved in a dangerous murder investigation with a rich widow. This fragile woman proves to be more than what she appears and brings Mary along for the ride.
This book was a wonderful read and I definitely was sad when I came to the end. But the best part is that this was only the beginning. I look forward to reading the next installment of the Mary Magruder Katz series, Justice in June.