When ex hillbilly-punk rocker
turned cadaver make-up artist Joy Valentine is visited by the ghost of a
high-profile murder victim begging for Joy’s help to find her kidnapped
baby girl, Joy knows from experience the cops are going to think she’s
crazy. So she takes it to the one guy she knows who won’t.
last thing disgraced ex-cop turned private investigator Dash Dent
expected is a woman from his past turning up to complicate his present
with a nutty, woo-woo story. The problem is he knows Joy is telling the
truth and he can’t ignore the compelling plight of baby Isabella whose
disappearance six months prior transfixed the nation.
and discredited by the police, Dash and Joy work together to uncover the
mystery and find Isabella, with a whacky supporting cast including Eve,
a brothel madam; Stan, an excommunicated priest; Katie, Dash’s
ten-year-old daughter; and two horny goldfish. It’s a race against time
and against all odds – but the real battle for Dash and Joy might just
be keeping their hands off each other.
says - Joy and Dash have been enduring some fairly heavy duty sexual
tension but both are determined not to act on it. That is until Joy
decides to send a prank nudie pic of her bare breasts to Dash. It's a
joke but she soon realises she's taken it too far when things get really
weird between them.
note there's some language and mature content in this excerpt. Lots of
calling out to God and Jesus and all the sweet, sweet angels. Don't read
if this isn't your thing!******
"....you didn’t like the nudie
pic but you didn’t want to offend me by telling me?’ Her brown unwavering eyes
didn’t leave his for a second.
Didn’t like the picture? Was
she mad? He’d gone into the bathroom and jerked off while he’d looked at
it. But that would definitely
‘You thought it was inappropriate,’ she interrupted. ‘Look, I’m
sorry. Clearly you’re pissed about it. It was just a stupid, spur of the moment
thing and I thought, you know...you’d seen them before and we’re both adults so
it wouldn’t be a...thing. It was meant to be just a bit of fun. But I should
have thought it through a lot more. I
really do sincerely apologise for putting you, putting us, in an awkward position.’
Dash blinked. Inappropriate?
Pissed? Hell, did she have the wrong end of the stick. He was depositing
that image into his spank bank permanently.
He sighed. ‘Joy —’
‘I know,’ she interrupted again. ‘It was...unwise.’
Unwise? For someone who
had slept with him within a couple of hours of getting reacquainted with him
and led a bit of a fast and loose life in a hillbilly-punk band she was
surprisingly straight. Surely she’d know how much something like that turned a
‘Joy...no. Well yes...it was in some ways. Putting my cop hat on
here you do know it’s not advisable to send pictures of yourself like that over
unsecure networks, right? Well, at all really...you never know who could get
hold of that image. Hell I could have
forwarded that to anyone.’
She sat up a little straighter. ‘Oh my god, you didn’t, did you?’
‘No. Jesus. What do
you take me for?’ Dash was not a good sharer. ‘Absolutely not. I deleted it.’
Almost straight away.
She narrowed her eyes at him. ‘Really?’
She dropped her hands from her knees and shifted into a
cross-legged position again, tucking the folder with all his research safely
under her knee, as she held out her hand palm up. ‘Show me your phone.’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Really?’
‘Yes.’ She wiggled her fingers at him.
Dash rolled his eyes and pulled his phone out of his back
pocket, keyed in his security pin and slapped it in her hand. He watched her
quickly navigate to his messages with several thumb swipes.
Her gaze flicked up to meet his. ‘Okay,’ she said as she handed
it back, settling herself into the comfy corner of the couch.
Things shifted nicely beneath her shirt and he noticed her
nipples were erect again as he absently put his phone in his back pocket. He
realised he’d been staring a bit too long and pulled his gaze back to her face.
But she’d well and truly sprung him.
She raised an eyebrow at him. ‘You taking a brain picture now?’
Dash cringed. Fuck.
Classy, man. Real classy.
‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I have...breasts on the brain today. I think
the fish have been secreting some wild...pheromone or something...and then you
sent the picture and...’
‘So...’ she frowned. ‘You didn’t mind me sending the picture?’
Dash raked a hand through his hair. ‘Joy, I’m a guy. Of course I
didn’t mind. Guys like breasts.’
‘Even miniscule ones?’
Dash dropped his gaze to her small, perfect breasts. To the
large nipples that were practically poking through her shirt. He couldn’t help
himself. ‘Yes,’ he said, his voice all kinds of husky as he glanced back at
She bit down into her lip again and there was a sudden shift in
the air between them. A vibe. A pulse. It swirled around Dash and tugged at his
‘I thought you didn’t approve.’
‘Oh I approved,’ he murmured. ‘I just don’t think it’s...a good
idea for us to go down this track again. It’s not like it was last time, you
She nodded and even that motion was enough to rub her shirt
against her breasts. ‘And yet there you are, taking brain pictures again.’
‘Oh god.’ His eyes flew to her face as he ran a shaky hand
through his hair. ‘I’m sorry.’
She shook her head slowly, the slightest smile touching her
mouth. ‘How about I give you some help with that?’ she murmured. Then she
grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up.
All the air hissed out of Dash’s lungs as he stared at the very
things that had been on his brain all day. Her slight breasts sat high and
perky, the large nipples scrunched into tight little berries. Begging for a
warm tongue. Ho. Ly. Fuck. If she’d
reached for his zip and yanked it down, his dick couldn’t have come to life any
She peered over the top of her shirt. ‘Better in real life?’
He dragged his gaze off her nipples to that knowing little smile
on her face and his inner caveman roared to life.
‘You really ought to not tease a man so close to the edge.’
Her gaze locked with his. ‘Who says I’m teasing?’
Pregnant seconds passed as Dash’s common sense warred with his
common erection, his gaze drifting back to her nipples, his mouth as dry as
‘Jeez-us, Dash. You
want me to beg?’
The erection won.
Dash grabbed her closest ankle and yanked her unceremoniously
down the couch, the folder hit the floor as her arms grabbed for purchase
behind her head and her breasts bounced enticingly. Heat slammed into his
groin, saliva flooded his mouth. He tucked her leg in behind him as the other
one fell over the side, spreading wide to accommodate his hips invading her
Then, with his eyes fixed firmly on the prize, he bent at the
waist and opened his mouth over her left nipple, sucking it in hard.
groaned, her back arching clear off the couch, her hands pushing into his hair,
holding him there.
The nipple hardened into a ripe peak in his mouth and Dash
circled his tongue around and around it as his fingers stroked across the right
one, drawing it into a tight hard peak.
She tasted good, smelled good — like Cuervo and lime — and sounded good
under him, as she panted and bowed her back, offering more of herself to him.
He switched sides then, swiping his tongue over the taut nub, drawing it in to
the warm cavern of his mouth as his thumb caressed the moist peak he’d just
She sucked in a breath. ‘Dash. Jesus.’
He’d been fantasising about this all day. About tasting those
nipples that had stared back at him from the screen of his iPhone. Touching
them. Teasing them. And he went back and forth between the two, lost in their
sweetness, their softness, their hardness and the thrilling rush of heat
surging through his system and the desperate, incomprehensible urgings that gurgled
in the back of her throat.
‘Fuck...God...Jesus. Dash stop,’ she moaned, pulling at his
shoulders. ‘You’re killing me.’
Dash stopped, but only for a second, lifting his head and
lunging for her mouth, the force of it pushing her head back into the soft
fabric of the couch as he devoured that too, his hands still firmly on her
breasts, his thumbs brushing back and forth over the nipples in time with each
incursion of his tongue deep into her mouth.
She pushed herself into his palms, whimpered against his lips,
opening wide to him, letting him have his way with her. Surrendering