Hot and Sweaty Rex
A Dinosaur Mafia Mystery
Chapter One
My name is Vincent, and I'm an herbaholic.
Recovering, that is. And this means, among other things, that I am
honor-bound to the principles of sobriety and propriety, both of
which are well-established stumbling blocks in the life of a private
investigator. I have always believed that the truth shall set you
free, but that a good lie, properly told, shall handcuff you to the
bedposts, spread whipped cream about your body, and lick your
nipples until they're red and raw, humming with vibrant ecstasy.
Not that that's my bag, mind you. I don't even have real nipples,
and Vincent Rubio has never grooved on dairy. But I can fling out
fibs with the best of them, especially if it gets me what I want,
when I want it. Or, more precisely, if it doesn't get me what I
don't what, when I don't want it. The problem is that I never know
when to turn on the juice; I lie when I should be telling the truth,
and I let loose with a burst of honesty just when a shotgun blast of
bullshit would be best.
That's why I end up in the messes I end up in. That's why I
regularly fulfill my mon ... read full excerpt from Hot and Sweaty Rex ebook
