Title: Mass Casualty
A Motor City
Universe Standalone
Author: Derek Adam
Genre: Thriller/Suspense Romance (Medical)
Release Date: June 1st, 2017
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Blurb
With 12 years under his belt as a
highly-regarded paramedic in Detroit, Bobbie Badger has seen it all. Despite a
tragic loss that shattered his home life, he has remained a stoic guardian to
the city, committed to saving lives.
Until someone, or something, chose him as
a target.
As ominous warnings surface, and those
closest to him begin to turn up dead, Badger’s only salvation could rest with
his estranged wife, Holly - a combat veteran, and sheriff’s deputy.
Will skill, passion, and determination be
enough to overcome what hunts him?
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Excerpt
She was
picky as hell when it came to coffee.
I stood nude
in the kitchen, hands on my hips, staring at the French press while the coffee
steeped.
The
handle rattled and the front door opened. Peering around the kitchen entry to
look down the hallway, I watched Hunter as he walked in. He didn’t see me,
didn’t say anything, just slowly shut the door behind him. He looked to me as
he started to make his way toward the kitchen.
“Hey man.
I got your paper.” He held it up and I nodded. “I text you to let you know I
was coming, didn’t you g-“
He came
up short as he rounded the corner into the kitchen.
“Whoa.
That’s a penis.” His eyes went straight to the ceiling and darted around, then
fell to my face as I stared at him.
Then he
looked back down to it, and back up to me before he about faced and sat at the
table.
“Is that
what you do at home between shifts? Soak your twig and berries in protein and
miracle grow or something?” He tossed the paper on the table and looked at me
again, shaking his head and making a disgusted face.
“It’s
just a penis. You have a penis.” I dabbled in mild amusement. This was the
normal shit between us on any given day, and normal felt good right now.
The
banter was a good distraction.
“Penis is
fine! I don’t have a problem with penis. I
am OK with penis.” I poured a cup for Holly while he orchestrated his
argument, animating his body as much as possible. He couldn’t help it; his
hyper-metabolic ass doesn’t do well cooped up in the rig. Give him open space
and he’s like a hyperactive husky.
‘Run. Run. Run? RUN.’
My mood
was improving as I turned back. His eyes fell on my package again and he
scoffed.
“We’ve
all seen penises we weren’t supposed to see.” I smirked, shrugging slightly to
mock Hunter’s inability to apologize save for the dismissive gesture.
“Penis is
fine,” he said flatly. “That…” he pointed “is not a penis. Do the Jamaicans
know what you’ve done to their Olympic bobsled?”
“It is my
house, that you walked into. It’s my penis’ native land. His people roam free
here.”
Holly
entered the kitchen, sauntering toward me. She took the cup from me with a
little flourish and a curtsy, flaring her hips and ass back toward Hunter.
She was
also naked.
“Thank
you, sir,” she winked at me with a wry smile. She hadn’t called me ‘Sir’ in a
long time.
She
turned back, giving Hunter a full-frontal shot as we kept our eyes locked on
her. “Good morning, Hunter.”
He
watched her go by, his mouth hanging open, face flushed red, head slowly
swiveling as she passed. Leaning hard in the chair, he craned his neck to get
the long exposure. The wooden chair groaned as he tipped it. I was expecting
the chair to break under the stress.
Or dump
him on the floor.
I watched
him mouth, quite expressively, the words ‘OH. MY. GOD.’
“Hey. Cut
it out.”
He spun
in the chair back toward me and recoiled, groaning loudly.
“DUDE…
you’re hard! It gets BIGGER?!” he
looked back down the hall again, hoping to catch another glimpse of Holly. The
look of tragic longing on his face told me that his tranquil view had ended. “I
need to come over more often…”
“You
wanna go fuck her?” I pointed toward the hallway.
His head
snapped back at me so fast I struggled to keep a straight face.
“Uh…
mother-fuck-yessir, I do.”
“Too bad.
She doesn’t eat pussy.” I walked toward the hallway, guessing at the time given
Hunter’s arrival. “Lemmie get changed and we’ll head in.”
“Cool…” he hollered after me. “I’ll just
go hop in the back of the van so your… giant… dragon cock can ride shotgun.”
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About the Author
Derek Adam is a retired Emergency Medical
Professional and has been a lover of telling stories his entire life, having
made the transition from “filthy liar” to “sexy author” about the same time
silver hairs started showing up in his face (and other places.)
In the early days, he attempted to write
science fiction and high fantasy, but discovered it was more fun to write about
people touching other people’s tingle-places (smut is cool.) while mixing in
action, explosions, and plenty of WTF moments.
He’s also a gamer, gym rat, snow hater
(despite living in Michigan), life liver, stunt double for Hulk, and he
considers himself to be aggressively unfancy.
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