Just Like A Dame
Chapter One
Peering out the window he spied an attractive blonde, barefoot and clad only in
a long, white nightgown, banging on his door with one hand and applying staccato
bursts to the doorbell with the other. With her wild mass of flaxen curls
creating an airy halo, she resembled the glorious angel in his dream ... minus the
wings and terrible swift sword. His mind still wrapped in a fog, Max wondered
for a moment if he was still dreaming. The continued racket at the door,
combined with Spill's raucous barks and growls, instantly dissolved that theory.
He shook his head briskly, gave it a good whack with the heel of his hand and
took another look. Yup. There really was a gorgeous, nearly naked woman
battering against his door. He cracked open the door and stumbled back as the
frantic woman burst in.
"Oh my God, I've killed him. _I've killed Henry!_"
"Huh?" Max had been up late working on the latest manuscript in his Jack Clyde,
Private Detective hardboiled crime mystery series, which was already a week
overdue. He'd only fallen asleep about an hour ago and was foggy as hell.
"I did ... read full excerpt from Just Like A Dame ebook
