Friday, February 21, 2014

Fulfilling the Contract by K. D. Grace


Limo driver, NICK CHASE’s bad night gets worse when he picks up TANYA POVIC at a bar only to discover the explosive sex they share lands her in breach of her very strange contract. Blaming himself that Tanya will lose the large completion bonus earmarked for her mother’s surgery, Nick negotiates with her boss, the tough and mysterious ELSA CRANE, to allow him to fulfill Tanya’s contract and secure her bonus.
                     
Elsa runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her quirky team, is to give clients something worth watching through the plate glass windows of Vegas’s luxury hotels and beyond. The learning curve is steep and kinky. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites more than hotel room rendezvouses are exposed. In this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly things get positively dangerous as Rita Holly and her team are called in from London to lend a helping hand. Bets are being placed. Will Nick fulfill the contract? Will he and Elsa take the gamble? And will they find a way to win at the high stakes, double or nothing, game of hearts?            
 


 
*****

 
Excerpt:

 
‘Surely you can give Tanya one more chance,’ Nick said. ‘And really, it was my fault. I’d had a bad day and I wasn’t on my best behaviour.’

Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d –’

‘Alright,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’

Suddenly all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her.

After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’

Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’

‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’

‘No! No, is not prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’

‘Well actually it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’

‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’

She nodded him over to one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’

Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.

‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.

‘No.’ Elsa leaned close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’

With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people –’ he nodded around the room ‘– All of these people and those –’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’

Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’

‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people watch?’

‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But –’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘– It takes some serious balls.’

He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would … if you think I might …’

Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’

 
*****

Author Bio:

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

Find K D Here:                                                                  

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/         
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Guest Post - Skylar Kade

Introducing Surrender to Fire by Skylar Kade

One scorching-hot lesson could leave her begging for more.

The Maison Chronicles, Book 3
Reeling from the double whammy of her Dom’s abandonment, and accusations of colluding with a plagiarizing author, all literary agent Camille Winter wants is some low-profile, drama-free quality time.

Just as she’s settling into a Maison Domine cabin with her to-be-read pile and a full slate of spa appointments, she finds herself sweet talked into playing topless assistant so some Dominant can run a BDSM educational demo.
Architect Damien Winter is on a relationship hiatus, so he focuses his dominant energies on teaching BDSM classes. A chance encounter in Maison’s parking lot with a woman who angrily insists she’s no sub—though every line of her body screams otherwise—turns shocking when she winds up as temporary replacement for his demonstration partner.

Damien is unprepared for the way her beautiful submission gets under his skin. And Camille never thought she’d fall, hard, for just the kind of man she’s sworn off. But when her ex’s vague threats turn serious, Damien fears he’s already lost the chance to claim her for his own.

Product Warnings: This book contains a fiery woman burned one too many times and the Dom who entices her to submit to the heat between them.

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AUTHOR BIO
Skylar Kade, self-avowed hedonist and princess extraordinaire, started her writing career after throwing aside yet another romance she could not bring herself to finish. The run-on sentences! The purple prose! Oh, the horror of it was just too much. So she sat down to write her own tale. Her favorite part about writing is the extensive research.

She currently resides in sunny southern California, alternately cursing the polluted air and adoring the weather. Skylar spends her time asking the cabana boys to bring her more mimosas and feed her strawberries while she dreams up her next naughty adventure.
She blogs at the SkylarVerse and with the Nine Naughty Novelists.

AUTHOR LINKS
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorSkylarKade

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/SkylarKade

EXCERPT

Three hours later, he was on his way up to Maison Domine. With his smartphone calling out directions, he could keep all his focus on the scenery and the satellite rock station he was piping through his speakers. The freeways of LA weren’t much for the view, but once he hit the mountains…wow. It was like the trees drained away all his tension. Or maybe he was relaxing because he was closer to sating his needs.

After missing the turnoff the first time he drove by, Damien pulled a U-turn and crept back down the road until he saw the weathered wood sign with an arrow pointing up a narrow, tree-lined road.

His car rolled down the long drive, soundtracked by Guns N’ Roses’ “Welcome to the Jungle”, then burst into a wide-open clearing with a jaw-dropping view of the surrounding mountains. A large rustic structure took up the right half of the clearing, with most of the rest devoted to parking. More cars filled the lot than he’d expected for a Friday afternoon, but if other Angelinos had had weeks like his, maybe it wasn’t that big a surprise.

Parking his car, he wondered what the large building held. Yes, he’d heard other kinksters rave about the private club, but he’d been to his fair share of upscale establishments before. What set this one apart?

The answer sauntered across the parking lot, seeming to come from nowhere and heading for the front door. The woman’s body hit him like a wrecking ball. Every sense went on high alert and his heart jacked up its beat.

Jet-black hair spilled around her shoulders in soft curls, obscuring her face. Her arms were crossed as she walked, as if warding off the mild day’s nonexistent cold. Slumping shoulders drew more attention to the beautiful hourglass shape of her back, her body encased in a flowing, black dress that clung in all the right places. She looked tall, maybe eye level to his chin, though maybe that was her black combat boots. Not fragile—supple. Warm.

And crying. Her shoulders were shaking as she turned away from the building, facing him head-on. His demolition experts had nothing on that look. He wanted to kiss her reddened nose, wipe the tears from under her eyes. He popped open his door and headed for her.

The woman’s eyes widened and she froze, a deer in the headlights.

Car door open, keys still in the ignition, nothing mattered but this woman. He approached slowly, not wanting to alarm her. “Are you okay?” His voice echoed through the parking lot, though they weren’t that far apart.

The dress swirled around her knees, tossed by the wind whipping around the mountaintop. The soft neckline of her dress draped around her full breasts. His palms itched to cup them.

She nodded, letting her hair once again hide her face, which looked like it was made of the finest bone china. “Shitty week.”

He took a few steps closer, then paused. He saw faint tan lines on her wrist, barely there, that looked like she’d been wearing a bracelet cuff for some time. “Is he really worth crying over?”

Her pink lips clamped shut, then opened. “Look, thanks for your concern, but, really, it’s none of your business.” She swiped aside her hair to reveal twilight-blue eyes cracking with anger.

Her defiance stroked down his chest and reached for his growing erection. “I’m sorry, but when I see a submissive alone and crying, I make it my business.” He invaded her personal space until she had to tilt her chin up to meet his eyes, but she didn’t back up. All traces of her dejection were gone. Good.

The wind pulled at her curls as she jabbed a finger in his chest, like she was digging straight for his racing heart. “I’m not a submissve.”

Her nails weren’t painted or manicured, not high maintenance like many women he’d dated. He found it refreshing. Authentic, like her anger. “Not a submissive?” He grabbed the hand that had poked him and raised her wrist to the light. Her pupils dilated and her breathing tightened. Her tongue darted out across her bottom lip and Damien had to restrain a groan. His thumb stroked along her inner wrist where her pulse was jumping like a living thing trying to escape. “How long did you wear his ownership bracelet while you weren’t a submissive?”

She tugged at her wrist. A halfhearted attempt, since her other hand was clenched halfway to touching him. Being the ever-helpful Dominant, he closed the space between them, pulling her wrist up to his lips and laying a kiss on the pale flesh of her pulse point.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hissed.

In response, he let her go and stepped back. “I’m proving a point.”

She swayed toward him before scowling and taking her own shuffle backward.

Her cocked eyebrow made him ache to play her until she begged to submit. She was a sassy thing and they had some chemistry crackling between them—something he certainly didn’t have with Lara, his demo bottom. “If you’re not a submissive, then I’m the Pope.”

“That’s your point?” Her jaw ticced and when her hands fisted on her hips, it made her dress strain across her breasts. She looked beautiful when angry.

Through sheer force of will he held his ground, keeping the distance between them. “No, sweetheart, the point was that you’re not crying anymore.”

Her eyes spit every insult her lips seemed unable to form. It only made his cock harder. He replied with his most guileless smile, which only seemed to infuriate her. With a clench-jawed scream, she pivoted away and headed for the woods.

“See you later,” he called as she retreated. Yeah, coming up to Maison Domine early had been a good idea. He’d need the extra time to learn more about this mystery “not a submissive” woman.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy Valentine's Day!

To celebrate, take a look at the Top Ten Forbidden Movie Romances. Do you agree or disagree with the choices?



Monday, February 10, 2014

Bring on the Heat!


Bring on the Heat ~ Sale ends February 15

 Available at $.99, now through Valentine’s Day!

 
Bring On the Heat: Erotic Romance Box Set

(Bad Boys and Alphas and Handcuffs, Oh my!)

 

A collection of erotic tales from today’s hottest authors, featuring BDSM love stories, ménage romps, and everything in between. No matter what your taste in erotic romance, we’ve got you covered and then some! Warning: These stories may require readers to seek out a cold drink and a hot man…

 

AUTHORS AND THEIR NOVELLAS
Eden Bradley - Breaking Skye Contemporary BDSM
Cassandra Carr - Caught Contemporary BDSM
Stephanie Julian - An Indecent Proposition Contemporary ménage
Amber Kallyn - Burned (Dragos, book 1) Paranormal/shifter
Keira Kohl - Laundry Day Contemporary
Adriana Kraft - Cherry Tune-Up Contemporary ménage
Emma Lai - Riding Rodeo Contemporary Western ménage
Anh Leod - Clockwork Captive Paranormal/steampunk
Ann Mayburn - First Kiss Contemporary BDSM FemDom
Cari Quinn - Jingle Ball (More the Merrier book 1) Contemporary ménage

 

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REVIEW SNIPPETS

 
Reviews for the Boxed Set:

Five Stars: “Hot can't even begin to describe this book. Makes one want to say please Master may I have another!”

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Cherry Tune-Up, by Adriana Kraft: Five Stars “Well, after meeting Jack, no other man would ever come into my stream of consciousness again.”

First Kiss, by Ann Mayburn: Five Stars “Super sweet fem-dom. I want a Ryan of my own.”

Caught, by Cassandra Carr: Five stars “The story picks up right away and keeps you on a roller-coaster.”

Breaking Skye, by Eden Bradley: Five Stars “Together, we experience a beautiful story of love, healing and the power of a good, sexy spanking.”

SELECTED EXCERPTS

Riding Rodeo, by Emma Lai

 
The bell over the door tinkled as a new customer entered the bakery. When she glanced over the shoulder of her current customer, elderly Mrs. Thompson, Amanda Goodson’s breath caught. Bright afternoon sunshine from a beautiful late-spring day entered the storefront window and cast a delicious glow over the tastiest man Amanda had ever laid eyes on. A navy blue T-shirt clung to broad shoulders, a muscled chest, and six-pack abs. Brawny thighs strained the denim of a pair of faded jeans, and she knew from a previous encounter that the material hugged a firm ass.

She licked her lips. The rodeo was back in town.

When their gazes locked, Sean Cassidy winked. Thanks to the shirt, his eyes were more blue than gray, almost as blue as the clear sky over Houston today. He strode toward the counter with a slow rolling of hips, his cowboy boots―polished to a high sheen―clomping against the slate floor with each step. The rhythmic tattoo of his sexy walk called to mind their one headboard-banging-against-the-wall, marathon ride.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

She wasn’t sure if it was her heartbeat or echoes of her memory. Sweat moistened her palms, but it wasn’t sweat tickling the insides of her thighs. Damn the man. He could still make her cream her panties even though their one-night stand happened more than a year ago.

One year, six months, and some change, but who was counting?

Burned, by Amber Kallyn

The Other was here.

Lowering the truck window, Calla Dragos sniffed the chilly afternoon. Pine trees, asphalt. All overshadowed by the distinct stench of sulfur. Her stomach lurched, vileness rising to choke her. As she drove into the blink of a town, it grew stronger, overpowering all other senses.

Drawing closer to the Jasper Fire Department, she focused on keeping her clammy hands on the wheel, her concentration on the light traffic. Keeping her foot on the gas pedal, rather than slamming the brakes and fleeing.

How could he be here?

It was bad enough her job as an arson investigator brought her to this small, mountaintop town of Jasper, Arizona. Bad enough she’d left her family behind in the midst of yet another argument about her independence. The possibility of facing Eric brought tremors to her body.

Parking her cherry red pickup in front of the station, Calla shaded her eyes from the late afternoon sun and searched the colorful wood-front buildings. The stench faded.

Eric marked her, then fled. Like a coward. And he was a coward. She needed to remember that fact. Otherwise, the fear coiling in her heart would drive her batty.

After a couple deep breaths, she calmed the nausea a little. She could do this. She would do this. And if that bastard decided to show up, she’d face him with all her strength.

Calla stepped from the truck on shaky legs, smoothed her navy skirt and slipped on the matching jacket. Reaching across the seat, she grabbed her oversized black bag, which held a notebook, pens and her kit. After another soothing breath, filling her lungs with the crisp mountain air, she headed around the corner to the firemen’s entrance.

Giggles drew her attention to a group of barely-eighteen girls, scantily dressed. And the man they huddled near.

In nothing but low-slung jeans, the top button carelessly undone, the man gave off the rugged air of a male underwear model with a sexy, take me to your bedroom now look. His blond hair, slightly too long for a clean-cut look, dripped water, from a recent shower maybe. Or a drenching with the hose. The scruff on his chin, a shade darker than his hair, enhanced the bad boy aura.

 
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Thursday, January 30, 2014

Welcome, Destiny Blaine and Marc Alice!

Introducing a New Series from Dark Hollows Press:

 

Sins of Wolves: The Safe Mountain series

Written by Destiny Blaine and Marc Alice

 

 

 

 
In the mountains of Tennessee, there is only one safe place for pure young women to hide. To live there they must rebel against the new country's law and order and leave everything familiar behind. As they embrace an uncertain future, the women become the submissive mates to some of the most powerful Doms of our time.

Small town Tennessee is under siege. The Sins of Wolves, a local motorcycle gang, promises to protect the town while politicians vow to strip all innocent young women from their homes.

With an oath to protect the young, the MC arrives with one lone mission. They're not there to negotiate their terms. They're there to search and save.

They're looking for the confirmed. They want the condemned and chosen. And when they find them, they steal away with innocent women they fully intend to claim.

The Great Age of Innocence is upon us and for Sevier County locals the burning question is on the minds of many. Should families relinquish their loved ones to the national armies collecting young women to sell in an international sex trade or should they trust the MC and pray their daughters will eventually make it out of Safe Mountain alive!


Condemned and Chosen


Excerpt One

There’s an old sayin’ around these parts about bikes. Some folks, die hard bikers that is, say motorcycles don’t leak oil, they just mark their territory. In Sevier County, that was a common belief before the Great Age of Innocence began, before corrupt leaders took over the country with promises of much needed reform, the kind of political pitches that made a person stand up and pay attention.

Those oaths were a pack of lies all tied up in pretty little bows, kind of like those satin ribbons unsuspecting mothers braided into their daughters’ hair on their seventeenth birthday, the very day most young women were confirmed.

Time changes the definition behind simple words, just as it changes the meaning behind once-significant phrases and quotes.

The bikes roaring through town aren’t there to mark their territory. They speed through a city so quickly, they don’t have time to leave behind evidence that they’ve even been there.

The MC rides through the streets with purpose. They arrive for one lone mission.
They’re not there to protect or guard. They’re there to search and rescue.

They’re looking for the confirmed. They want the condemned, the chosen.
And when they find them, they steal away with the most precious of gifts, innocent women they fully intend to claim.

 Excerpt Two

 Chuck considered the possible outcome and reminded himself of Molly’s request. She’d never asked him to bring another woman into their bed, but she’d specifically asked if Romy could join them.

When Chuck didn’t respond, Laurel asked, “How do you know about the Senator?”

“I put Levi and Duke on Molly. We kept surveillance on her while we had time to do a background check.”

“And you came up with Senator Brighton, the very man who started trafficking our country’s young women?” She stalked him. “Brighton is the one who started The Enchantment Movement across the globe. He’s the reason people like you and me are slaughtered for harboring these young women in safe havens in order to keep them from being transported. What the hell were you thinking?”

“We didn’t know who she was!”

The door slammed against the back wall and Romy walked in as if she had always owned the right to be in that very room. “But you know who she is now and still you want me to go to bed with her.”

“It’s the only way.”

“Yes.”

“You’re agreeing with him?” Laurel’s high soprano voice pitched an octave higher.

Romy shot Chuck a heated glance. “Sometimes you have to get in bed with the devil before you can raise a little hell.”
 
 

And Don’t Miss the Sins of Wolves Prequel

An Angel’s Wings is found in the Dear Santa: A Collection of Erotic Holiday Stories anthology, available now at Dark Hollows Press and all third party retail sites.


Jack scoured the area as far as the eye could see under the full moon’s light. The solid white earth stretched before him with more tracks and prints. He slapped his hand next to what soon became his sample, using his fingers to predict measurements.

“Jack, what is it?” Martha called out to him from their porch, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her of his suspicions.

His vision blurred. His eyes throbbed. It was like a drummer boy stood over him, beating his head like a worn-out drum. The noise became louder instead of softer as the vehicles raced down the mountain, drowning out that dull beat now pulsing in his ears.

Jack ran his fingers around the embedded paw shape, about twice the size of his hand. He rose to his feet and followed the trail, expecting to see a clear path straight into the forest. Instead, he stared out over an open field of freshly fallen snow.

His uncertainties left him to wonder about his child’s bleak future. Had he protected his only daughter or had he thrown Romy to the wolves, to a pack of dogs just waiting to strip away her innocence, maybe even her life?

His daughter had slipped away with renegades, maybe even outright rogues. Now, she was out there somewhere, riding with bikers, with men who were considered dangerous. These men stood against the new laws and order of a country shaped by indecision and scandal. They were thought of as defectors and traitors, yet Jack had entrusted his daughter’s life with them because the alternative guaranteed death and destruction wrought with horror and unknowns.

Sure, Romy faced an undetermined destiny, but given the alternative, she at least had hope. Under the cover of a dark, black night, Romy was headed for Safe Mountain, a legendary protective haven for innocent young women.

As a father, Jack prayed the place would live up to its name.

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

I Have A Cover!



The book isn't officially available until Saturday, but I'm really excited and wanted to share it with you!

Here is the cover without the rest of the banner:

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Lei Me Down - Excerpt 2

 
Once I get my cover, I'll be sure to share it with you. In the meantime, you don't mind my sexy guy filling in, do you? :)

LEI ME DOWN
(Excerpt)


It was so gorgeous here. I walked along the street, taking in the palm trees, the beautifully tanned people, the white limousines, and the lovely Romanesque architecture.

Luke and I were going to the beach later today. There was a luau tonight at the hotel, then we were planning to visit some Oahu sites tomorrow and then do some island hopping the next day.

I wondered how finding the body on the terrace below ours would affect our plans. I figured it wouldn’t overmuch. We didn’t know the man, had no connection to him whatsoever, and couldn’t contribute anything to the investigation.

And, yet, there was a homicide detective waiting for me when I returned to the hotel.

He was in the lobby and had approached me the instant I walked through the door.

“Excuse me, are you Mrs. Fontaine?”

“Yes.”

He flipped open a wallet to show me a badge. Then he motioned the bodyguard forward.

“And are you Mr. Fontaine?” the detective asked.

“No.” The bodyguard put himself between the detective and me. “I’m with Mr. Fontaine’s security detail here on the island. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Where is Mr. Fontaine?”

“He’ll be along in about twenty minutes or so.”

“Thank you.” He stepped to the side so he could see me beyond the bodyguard’s bulk. “Mrs. Fontaine, I’m Detective John Harker. I’d like to speak with you.”

“Of course,” I said. “I don’t know that I’ll be of much help, but I’ll be glad to answer your questions.”

“The hotel has provided us a small conference room,” he said. “Please step this way.”

The bodyguard stepped forward. “Wait. Mrs. Fontaine, shall I accompany you?”

“I’ll be questioning Mrs. Fontaine alone,” Detective Harker said.

“Very well. Then I’ll wait here for Mr. Fontaine.”

“Please do,” said Detective Harker. “Let him know I’d like to speak with him as soon as I finish talking with his wife.”

“Mrs. Fontaine, would you like me to take your bag up to your room?” the bodyguard asked.

My eyes widened. “Please.”

He nodded and took the bag. “I’ll see to it right away.”

Detective Harker, a man of average height, slender build, and thinning dark blond hair, led me back to a conference room with an oval table surrounded by six chairs. Although the table took up the majority of the room, there was a credenza on the far side of the room with bottled water and a coffee maker.

“Would you care for a bottle of water?” Detective Harker asked.

“No, thank you. I’m fine.” And I was…at the moment. I simply hoped this wouldn’t take too long. Something about the entire ordeal made me nervous. I was beginning to wish we hadn’t been the ones to make that morbid discovery.

And, with that thought, Detective Harker seemed to dive right into my thoughts.

“Mrs. Fontaine, you told the security guard here at the hotel that you were standing on your balcony at approximately seven fifteen a.m. when you discovered the man lying on the balcony below yours. Is that correct?”

“Actually, my husband is the one who first saw the body. He took a photo of me with the phone in his camera, and then he noticed the man lying on the veranda below us.”

“And did he immediately call security?” he asked.

“Of course he did.”

“Had you met the couple staying in the room below yours?” he asked.

“As we already told the security guard, we have not met them…nor have we met any of the other couples staying at the hotel,” I said. “We’re planning on going to our first luau tonight. Perhaps we’ll socialize some then.”

“Right. So you know nothing of the man you discovered this morning?”

“Nothing.” What was he trying to get at? Hadn’t I made myself pretty clear?

“All right. I guess that’s all I have for you for now.” He handed me his card. “Should you think of anything…even anything you can think of that might be trivial…about the victim or his wife….”

“Victim?” I interrupted.

“Yes. Mr. Columbus was murdered.”