MEET THE CAST:
BJ McFABISH, a freckled faced tomboy who blossomed into a voluptuous tall green-eyed redhead Hedonist.
A sex-starved marriage ending in a divorce creates a deep hidden desire to fulfill a need to know what's on the other side
of a "flimflam-bam-thank you-ma'am" marriage.
Her dedication to filling the void in her father's life due to the death of her baby
brother helps to keep a rein on her female hormones. She thrust her creative and brillant mind into solving the most
difficult cases to win his admiration.
But, at times, the itch to feel the warmth of a man becomes too much and she engages
in her hidden desire.
CHIEF INSPECTOR MICHAEL McFABISH, a giant of a man with black wavy hair upon a Dick Tracy chiseled face.
A stare from his dark eyes could scare the "livin' Jesus" out of the meanest of criminals.
Only his gentle wife and daughter could melt the hard crust of his outer shield.
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THE STORY'S VILLAIN, is a Mephistophelian man whose sole purpose of existence is to torment the Chicago
Police Department. A genius at the art of skullduggery, he uses it to baffle the police for a twenty-year rein of utter
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THE "YARD" MEN are of all races and creeds, carefully selected for their individual talents in the law enforcement
field. Each possessed the ability to blend into the city's population without being recognized as policmen.
In addition to their outstanding bravery, each one enhances the story with humor and
parental guidance toward their female junior inspector, BJ McFabish.
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EXCERPT:
CHAPTER -----A NIGHT ON THE TOWN
"Stop talking. Start feeling and kissing you big galoot!" I shouted.
"BJ, talk about big. They don't fit my size ten hand. My, oh my, I can't wait to
get you between the sheets."
"Were just getting warmed up. Put a little more effort into your caress this time.
Unbutton my blouse. I want to feel the warmth of your hand on my breast. Make me wet with passion. Hurry
with those damn buttons. Aahh, much better. Your hand is soft and strong. Work me during another long kiss.
I want my bippy to drip."
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER -----THE CRYPTIC POEM
The rapid repeated blasts of a car horn and the simultaneous ringing of the telephone jump-started
my morning.
Slowly rolling my rump over, I uttered, "What in the hell now! Reaching for
the receiver, I growned and said, BJ here."
"Sorry to wake you so early, but it's necessary we meet at the Yard within the hour."
"Aw, Pop, it's only six-thirty and it's my day off."
"Have you forgotten the date? It's the ninth of August and bag number six was found shortly
before one a.m. this morning."
"I'll be on my way as soon as I get dressed."
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER-----MURDER BY SUICIDE
His lips were soft and he had a hint of orange sweetness from his last Cointreau on the
rocks. The second kiss got the nipples of my breast hard. By the third, his left hand was rubbing the nibble with
the palm of his hand.
My hand dropped to his thigh and began stroking it. The urge to size-up his joystick was
gnawing at my brain. My bippy was as wet as spilled milk. Wow, was I hot to trot.
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER-----DIVORCE and a STIFF ONE
For the past twelve years, this maniac that the newspapers have nicknamed,"Chicago's, Jack the
Ripper," had completely eluded being apprehended.
Sunday's newspaper headlines put another spike of fear in the local gentry's minds.
RIPPER MURDERS AGAIN
LEAVES NO HEAD AND TORSO---JUST LIMBS
POLICE BAFFLED FOR THE FOURTH TIME
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER-----DIP IT IN THE DEW
The only sexual pleasure I got out of our marriage was what I gave to myself. All
that time in wedlock to a self-centered lout with good looks and no go, it sure made me a little crusty about those who deem
themselves, "God's gift to women."
To Antonio Prima, alas "Numbnuts," sex only existed in his words, "give me a little
kiss , baby, and let me slip it in the dew."
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER-----DEATH AND ANOTHER BLACK BAG
A barrage of shots were exchanged, then silence. Un-holstering my gun, I crept toward
the doorway. The fear of the situation made my gun hand clammy.
I couldn't see the patrolman. Was he down? My eyes returned to the doorway.
Seconds elapsed. Suddenly the shooter bolted from the doorway.
I stood up and shouted, "STOP! POLICE!" He turned around and raised his gun hand.
I fired twice. He took a half spin and went down. I stood there, frozen. Did I kill him?
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER-----FAME AND GLORY
My first case involved an unidentifiable naked body of a black man found, on the south side,
in a trash can off State Street. He was tossed in headfirst with his back against the inside of the can.
His legs were hanging on the outside, spread eagle, over the rim.
Pictures of the scene were on my desk the next morning, after they had passed around the
precinct. The top photo was a real gem. It was a downward shot showing his tecticles and his "go-jo" hanging
like a pointer to his nose.
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER-----THE PUZZLE
"Daughter, all we got is this cryptic poem."
"Alright, I agree! Let me read the blast thing aloud. Maybe our combined deductive
abilities can solve the riddle.
"CENTER OF THEM ALL IS THE HALL, I CUT
THEM ALL TO PIECES FALL, ADD...."
Suddenly Pop interupted me saying, "Wait, let's get some coffee and then go over it, line by
line, slowly."
ALL SIXTEEN CHAPTERS HAVE EXCITEMENT AND JUICY ENTICEMENTS TO KEEP YOU READING.
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Published: January 2007
ISBN # 1424147115
Publisher: PUBLISHAMERICA.COM Format:
Paperback 212 pages
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