The Small town of Glennville New York is a nice quiet place to settle down and raise your family. At least that is What Sheriff Kyle Stevens thought when he retired after being a detective in New York City for twenty years. And Glennville, for the most part was quiet. Respectful. Safe. Until the day Kyle’s deputy found the body of a young girl out by the old, abandoned school building…
#Mystery #Murder #Crime #DellSweet #KU #DellSweet
Small Town Murder: A Kyle Stevens Murder Mystery (Glennville Book 12) Kindle Edition… #Mystery #Murder #Crime #DellSweet #KU #DellSweet
Amy and Diedra are best friends, maybe more, something always seems to be in the way every time an opportunity to explore the possibilities arise. Dave Plasko is serving a long sentence at Huntsville state prison, and after that he will be transferred to New York to serve more time. Rebbeca Monet is working her way up the ladder of success in the television reporter game. A hurricane of epic proportions is heading towards Mobile Alabama. The lives of the people involved will never be the same again… #Crime #Drama #Action #Readers #DellSweet #KDP #KU
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Over a glass of wine, their laughter echoed, light and carefree at first. They reminisced about their shared experiences, the inside jokes that only they understood, and the moments that had solidified their bond. However, as the night wore on, the playful teasing turned into something deeper. The atmosphere shifted, charged with a magnetic pull that drew them closer.
Deidra reached out, brushing her fingertips against Amy’s arm, igniting a spark that sent shivers down both their spines. It was a simple gesture, yet it carried the weight of unexpressed feelings. Amy looked into Deidra’s eyes, searching for the courage to acknowledge the connection that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them suspended in an intoxicating moment of possibility.
With a breathless whisper, Deidra broke the silence, her voice barely above a murmur. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like… between us?” The question hung in the air, heavy with significance. Amy’s heart raced as she nodded slowly, her cheeks flushing with warmth. It was a question they had both danced around for too long, and now, the truth was finally laid bare.
In that instant, they both leaned in, their lips meeting in a tentative kiss that ignited a fire within them. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration of newfound territory, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the passion that had been building for so long. Their bodies pressed together, a perfect fit, as they lost themselves in the moment.
As they explored each other’s lips, the world outside ceased to exist. Their hands wandered, tracing the curves and contours of each other’s bodies with a mix of reverence and urgency. Each touch was electric, sending waves of warmth coursing through them, igniting a flame that consumed them both. They reveled in the intoxicating sensation of skin against skin, the thrill of vulnerability that came with surrendering to their desires.
The room transformed into their sanctuary, a space where they could be entirely themselves without fear or judgment. They shared hushed laughter and tender whispers, their breaths mingling as they discovered the beauty of intimacy. With every caress, they delved deeper into each other’s souls, exploring not just the physical connection but the emotional tapestry that bound them together.
In the heat of the moment, they uncovered secrets and dreams, weaving them into a tapestry of shared experiences. It was a dance of trust and affection, a celebration of everything they had been to each other and everything they could become. They lost track of time, enveloped in each other’s warmth, their bodies moving in perfect harmony like a well-rehearsed choreography.
Neither heard the cell as it continually vibrated and buzzed in Amy’s crumpled school skirt pocket next to the bed
As the night unfolded, they embraced the whirlwind of emotions swirling within them—a blend of excitement, tenderness, and the thrill of the unknown. They knew they had crossed a threshold, stepping into a new chapter of their lives, forever changed by this shared experience. In the quiet aftermath, as they lay entwined, they realized that what had begun as a simple friendship had blossomed into something beautifully profound—a love that would continue to grow, nourished by the intimacy they had discovered together…
He continued his movement, a fluid, silent grace that belied the years of brutal confinement. Each step was measured, deliberate, his senses on high alert. The facility, once a labyrinth of oppression, was now a conquered territory, its secrets laid bare, its weaknesses exploited. He ran a hand along the cool, unforgiving surface, feeling the grit and grime, the echoes of countless lives lived and lost within these walls. But now, it was different. This texture was not a symbol of his imprisonment, but a testament to his resilience. The prison uniform, now discarded in a shadowed alcove, lay like a discarded skin, a molted shell of a former self. It was a stark visual representation of his transformation, a physical shedding of the past. #Crime #Suspense #Thriller #Drama #Kindle #Amazon #Audible
The Criminal Intentions books are collections of short stories, some short some nearly novel length that I have combined together in this collection for you to enjoy, Dell.
In this collection are the following short stories: PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS – A GOOD PLAN – BLACKNESS OF THE SOUL – THE LAST TAXI RIDE – DELLO GREEN – THE ACCIDENT – THE MAN WHO NEARLY TOOK MY LIFE – THE STORY OF THE MEXICAN – WHEN THEY TRIED TO KILL ME
An excerpt from the short story The Accident:
I lay breathing heavy, trying to calm my racing heart. The dream had been so vivid, so real. I had held her and it had felt so good so real so right. She had turned to me and I had opened my eyes and really seen her. Seen what I was holding. A rotting corpse. She was coming closer, holding me, her hands suddenly clutching harder, trying to drag me down into the grave she stank of.
I was covered with sweat, but my heart slowed and I got myself up and made it to the shower.
The Criminal Intentions series are collected short crime fiction in each book that I have gathered together to present to the reader, Dell.
Short Stories in this collection:
HAPPY HOLIDAYS – THE TALE OF LIV – THE TRIP – HOOD RATS – THE PHONE CALL – CHEATING AND DEATH – SANTOS – HARROWS
An excerpt from the short story: The Story of Liv
For fifteen long minutes, Liv stood outside in the chilly, pre-dawn rain. Fifteen minutes felt like an eternity when the craving hit. Time stretched endlessly, with every clock and watch in the world ticking away the moments. Finally, she began testing the doors. The front and back doors were locked. She hadn’t considered the garage door, but eventually decided to try it. To her surprise, it was unlocked, although the lock was badly damaged, causing her to hesitate.
by W Sweet (Author) #Zombie #Horror #Kindle #Amazon
America the Dead Survivor Stories Five contains books nine and ten of the series. Both of these books were unreleased. The Fold Book Two: Rodney stood slowly from Mamma’s grave where he had been kneeling, and turned to the people behind him. Jessie stepped out and the small crowd fell silent. “It’s time,” she said simply, “it’s time to leave.” She turned back to the others and they climbed inside her SUV. A few moments later she backed around, came back up onto the rutted dirt road and started slowly out of the settlement. Most of the inhabitants had left soon after Mamma had died. They had given no reasons, and Rodney had asked for none. Of the more than one thousand people that had been there, there were less than forty now, gathered around them in a circle. The small crowd moved away and quickly gathered what they wished to take with them, which was not a great deal. Less than twenty minutes later a worn caravan of patched and rusty vehicles pulled out of the park at Lake Union, and trekked slowly out of Seattle following Jessie Stone. As they drove east, other encampments joined them, and when they were just beyond the city limits, the small caravan that had started with no more than fifteen vehicles had grown to more than thirty.
Bluechip: It was a beautiful day to be alone. He wondered about the kid, Jingo. What had happened to him? The theory was that the girl, Nikki Moore, had killed him and dumped his body out in one of the swamps. It was possible, he supposed. The money had never turned up, that was all Sammy knew for sure. Or if it had someone else had taken it and knew how to keep their mouth shut. Either way, he wouldn’t be getting his hands on it. It was gone. He looked out over the water. A beautiful early spring day. A good day to call it quits. He rolled forward, daring himself. The edge of the dock just a few inches away. It would be so easy. He took a deep breath, as deep as he was able to, laughed and then released it: Then before he could change his mind he wheeled himself off the end of the dock. The bubbles died away after the first few minutes. Somewhere across the lake a loon cried out.
The air in the back room of the dimly lit Italian restaurant was thick with the scent of stale garlic and unspoken threats. Vinnie “The Hammer” Moretti, a man whose reputation preceded him like a bad omen, leaned back in his chair, a half-empty glass of wine swirling in his hand. His eyes, dark and shrewd, scanned the faces of the men seated before him. George Topsfield, his usual veneer of polite composure strained, fidgeted with the cuff of his expensive shirt. Across from him sat Marco, Vinnie’s enforcer, a hulking brute with a face carved from granite and eyes that held the unsettling calm of a predator. #Crime #HitMan #OrganizedCrime #Mystery #Thriller #Drama
Small Town Murder: A Kyle Stevens Murder Mystery (Glennville Book 12) Kindle Edition
The Small town of Glennville New York is a nice quiet place to settle down and raise your family. At least that is What Sheriff Kyle Stevens thought when he retired after being a detective in New York City for twenty years. And Glennville, for the most part was quiet. Respectfull. Safe. Until the day Kyle’s deputy found the body of a young girl out by the old abandoned school building… #Mystery #Murder #Crime #DellSweet #KU #dellsweet
Murder, Mystery, Dell Sweet, Glennville, Crime, Small Town
The stench of stale urine and rotting garbage clung to the air, a familiar perfume in George Topsfield’s nocturnal endeavors. Rain, a relentless drizzle that had plastered itself to the city for days, slicked the cobblestones of the alley, turning the already dismal space into a treacherous, reflective mirror of the neon-drenched city above. It was a fitting stage for the final act of this particular performance. Across from him, huddled in the meager shelter of an overflowing dumpster, was his mark: a weasel-faced accountant named Arthur Finch. #Crime #HitMan #OrganizedCrime #Mystery #Thriller #Drama
The crooked Judge: This is a job George takes on for the bookie. The bookie has a friend who is a pimp for high dollar call girls. The judge has killed one of his girls and hushed it up through his buddies in the NYPD. This angers George and he takes the job. It turns out this story is the truth, but killing a judge has its consequences. Every law agency in the area is investigating. One of the cops who helped hide the truth remembers threats from the pimp and tells a cop buddy while drinking. That cop is an ear for Ben Larkin and relays the information to him.
